My husband and I's lovemaking in bed.

"My Husband and I's Love in Bed"

I feel that few couples have sex as harmonious and passionate as my husband. My husband often sighs, "There

may as good as us, but there's no one better than us." By "good," he means harmony and passion,

especially harmony. I completely agree with my husband. Every time we have sex, I quickly reach multiple orgasms. In recent years,

it's gotten , if my husband is willing, foreplay also brings me to orgasm, and the orgasms during penetration are continuous, without any

plateaus—it's always at its peak.

My husband and I love each other very much and have been married for 7 years. He's 10 years older than me and spoils me a bit. We can tell our love

story slowly, but today I want to talk about our sex life the day before yesterday. Please, fellow lovers, see if

we 're being narrow-minded.

Because I'm writing in detail, it might be a little risqué (sorry!), but I hope everyone realizes one thing,

which is what my husband often says: only love can bring about this kind of sex.

Seeing so much promiscuity and casual sex, I can proudly say: only such pure and profound love can

reach the pinnacle of sex.

My husband was away on a business trip for a week and is back today. Because the children weren't home, and we were bursting with passion,

we made love twice, at noon and in the evening.

At noon: He came out of the bathroom, nestled beside me, and hugged me. I pulled away, saying I needed to shower. He said, "No, I don't need to shower." He

leaned down to kiss me, his urgency making me strongly feel his need.

I laughed and pushed him away, going to the bathroom myself.

After showering, I opened the door and saw him standing there. He took a towel and helped me dry, whispering, "Shall I carry you

to bed ?" This gentle tenderness subtly conveyed his love. I smiled faintly, "Can

I carry you?" After drying me, he swept me up in his arms. He was very tall, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, asking, "Is it heavy?"

He laughed, "No, it's just right."

We reached the bed in a few steps. He put me down, pressed me against him, and began kissing me, one arm around me, the other caressing my

breasts. My reactions to him are always quick, unusually quick. When he kissed me, I was already aroused,

and now my whole body felt weak. My moans seemed to excite him, for his hand, which had been holding me, began to wander, moving

downwards to my genitals.

He wasn't very sensitive, and his touch there was a little painful, but that pain only fueled my desire. A familiar

passion quickly welled up inside me, then surged through my entire body, and I gradually straightened up.

He keenly sensed my change and quickened his pace. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, gently teasing

me, licking my lips in circles. I reached out to suckle, but he pulled away.

He rarely teased me like this, leaving me utterly bewildered. Yet, he simultaneously pinched my most sensitive nipples with one hand and

my most vulnerable clitoris with the other, a three-pronged attack, accompanied by whispered "Baby! I love you!" in my ear. This

made me arch my back, opening my mouth to seek and suckle his tongue, as if to reciprocate his caresses, but in reality, I was unable

to resist and was about to climax. My body was burning, flames leaping wildly. As I turned, my thighs brushed against his penis—so

big and hard! An instant orgasm overwhelmed me. My legs straightened and trembled violently. I couldn't breathe; even

my moans turned into muffled groans deep

in my throat. He was greatly encouraged, his hands kneading my chest vigorously. Suddenly, he grabbed my legs and spread them apart. I

felt him kiss my lower abdomen, then something soft and warm covered my clitoris, quickly licking it.

Ah! I moaned—it was his tongue. How could he, so conservative, love me so much that he would kiss me there!

He skillfully licked my clitoris, occasionally poking at my vulva with his tongue; it must be overflowing with fluid

! I continued to orgasm, hearing myself call his name—my favorite—my voice already

muffled .

I don't know how much time passed, but the tide gradually receded.

He got up to put on a condom. Many people would think putting on a condom at this time is a downer, but we didn't.

The temporary separation only intensified my longing.

I snuggled against him like a cat, my face gently rubbing against his leg. Looking at his enormous penis, my body

trembled . He turned and hugged me, kissing me, then parted my legs, spreading my legs wide. His penis rubbed against the entrance before suddenly thrusting

in, penetrating all the way in.

I gasped, then gasped again. He leaned down, pressing me firmly against him, and asked softly,

"Is it good? Is it full?" His penis was so big, it really felt so full. I closed my eyes. Usually, I

'd reach orgasm like this, but today I tried to control myself. Remembering what some women online said about voluntary contractions, I gently

lifted my hips and contracted my lower body. He felt it, thrusting a few times. I signaled him to stop, continuing to contract.

He laughed, "You told me not to move, but you did." He started thrusting again, harder and harder, while

kneading my breasts with his hands. The intoxicating orgasm overwhelmed me again. I was powerless to resist or control myself, letting him

take wherever he wanted.

The orgasms he gave me were continuous; for as long as he did it, I orgasmed. He liked to pin me down, and

I was obsessed with his pressure; his weight and speed were the source of my continuous orgasms. My whole body was trembling,

and my lower body involuntarily contracted in waves. He gently exclaimed, "That feels so good!"

My head was sandwiched between four large pillows. I felt boundless joy inside, but my face must have been in unbearable pain, so I

turned my head to the side and buried my face in the pillows. He kept kissing me, asking, "Is it good? Is it comfortable?" I couldn't speak, I

could only nod.

He thrust hard, and at the peak of my orgasm, I knew nothing more than that my legs were

being moved , sometimes on his shoulders, sometimes bent against my chest. When he kissed my toes, I couldn't take it anymore,

so I straightened my legs and body, trembling violently. He pressed down hard, and I couldn't help but moan loudly, "Baby! I

can't take it anymore!" I grabbed his hair and pulled desperately, and he shouted excitedly, "Pull harder! Pull harder!" I was already

incoherent , "Good brother! Good baby! I can't take it anymore!"

He panted, "Baby, you can."

"Good man! I really can't take it anymore! You're killing me!"

"Good brother, please have mercy on me!"

I really couldn't take it anymore. I had been having orgasms since he started flirting, and it had been going on non-stop until now, and I felt

my strength was starting to fail me.

He launched his strongest and most powerful attack, and my body seemed to be controlled by him rather than by me,

quickly responding to him and starting a new round of orgasms. He thrust and whispered, "You can do it, baby!" He pressed down heavily...

He pressed himself against me, holding me tightly and kissing me, his tongue entering my mouth. I sucked on him, and he simultaneously

thrust deep into my body, then suddenly stopped.

I knew he was about to climax; this signal felt like an injection of the most powerful energy potion. My hips

rose high, pressing tightly against him, my arms and legs clinging to him like an octopus. At the moment he ejaculated

, a powerful, dizzying contraction erupted within me again. He was so strong, his ejaculation exceptionally clear, each thrust causing me to involuntarily

contract, as if squeezing his penis, or as if sucking on it, my hips twisting excitedly. One thrust after

another… His rhythm matched mine, my frequency matched his, so astonishingly synchronized,

so incomparably harmonious.

I was born and raised for him, and he was born and raised for me.

His rhythm slowed, and I slowed down too. He gradually stopped moving, but I remained unsettled,

trembling uncontrollably.

He sighed softly, "That felt so good! So clean!" With each thrust, he was sucked clean, and I knew he

felt incredibly refreshed and satisfied.

He held me tightly, waiting for my orgasm to subside. Each time we both came simultaneously, I would

tremble like this for a long time. Just when things calmed down, an unintentional loving gesture or a teasing remark from him

would make me tremble again. He often teased me about it.

I said, "Come on, it's too tiring to keep going like this." His penis was large; even after ejaculation, it would

stay inside for a long time.

He pulled out his penis, and I saw a lot inside my condom. A little shy, I turned my face away, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw him looking smug.

He lay down and hugged me, letting out a long sigh: "The best you did today!" Then, after a moment's thought, he added, "Why do I always

feel like it's the best?!" He looked confused.

I felt the same way.

A long silence followed, both of us savoring the moment. A little embarrassed, I asked him, "I tried what others call

voluntary contraction, why didn't you let me do it?"

He said, "You kept contracting, from the moment I entered. But when I ejaculated

, you changed; the contraction strength and frequency increased, just like my ejaculation rhythm."

He sighed again.

"Like a mouth-like contraction?"

He nodded, adding that it was even better.

I wanted him to explain in more detail, like the husbands I read about online. That would be difficult for him. Thinking

this , I unconsciously fell asleep.

What a sweet sleep!

That evening, he had a business dinner, so I waited at the beauty salon until 9:30 before he picked me up. As I got in the car, I realized I hadn't ridden in his car

for a while . Sitting next to him, watching him drive, I felt incredibly safe, incredibly dependent, and even a little

submissive; I found him so sexy.

So I suggested we go somewhere quiet so we could do *that*. I was too shy to say it directly, but

he understood.

He objected. He's a very charismatic person; he never directly objects to my actions. For example, this time, he just smiled slightly and

didn't reply. When I continued, he countered with, "Where are we going?"

Of course, I didn't know where we were going, and I didn't actually intend to be outside; I just liked teasing him, so I said,

"Wherever we end up, that's where we'll go."

He pondered for a moment, then mentioned a "dry-slapping" case that had occurred by the ZZJS River.

I quickly asked what a "dry-slapping" case was. He said a policeman would go and arrest couples meeting in the wild, send the man

back to get money, then rape and murder the woman. When the man returned, he would say the woman had been released. He had killed six or seven people.

I gaped, utterly astonished by the "cruelty." He nodded and sighed.

It was definitely true, but he never liked talking about these things, so I quickly realized he was just trying

to scare me. I immediately pouted, "I want to 'dry-slap,' otherwise you won't get any good luck when we get home!"

He said seriously, "I wasn't thinking about it. I was even thinking about how to conduct the inspection on the way back so late."

A warm feeling welled up inside me. I had waited for him for a long time, knowing he had a social engagement, but I wasn't in a hurry or angry.

But he showed remorse and concern, which meant he still cared about my feelings.

I took his hand and stopped nagging and threatening.

We agreed he would park the car while I went upstairs. But I wandered around downstairs again, bought some fruit, and wasted quite

a bit of time.

When I came in, he was sitting there in a daze. Seeing me, he immediately said he was out of condoms and had forgotten something else in the car.

I immediately got impatient with him: "Why didn't you go buy some for so long?" I ordered

: "Don't go! I'm not doing it today."

Of course, he objected, but still wouldn't say it directly. He coaxed me, "I won't go, I won't buy condoms," and then said, "You

still need to take that thing from the car, right?"

I said stubbornly, "No."

He seemed thoughtful: "Why is today so unlucky? Why are we so out of sync?"

Ugh! I hate it when he talks about luck and such; I can't let this continue. I immediately surrendered: "Go ahead,

go ahead ." 　　I muttered to

myself, "Why didn't you say so earlier! I just passed by the pharmacy and bought it directly, it would have been so much easier." He chuckled secretly, and I suddenly realized I was being hypocritical. I said no, then said I'd buy condoms myself. So I shamelessly ordered, "Hurry up this time." 　　He immediately laughed, "I'll run back." 　　And he did come back quickly. 　　I had already showered and washed the fruit. When he came out of the bathroom, I quickly peeled lychees for him. He ate one and then couldn't wait to touch me, pressing me down on the bed and kissing me. 　　I struggled and said I'd already eaten fruit. He said he just wanted to eat me. Good heavens! We had just done it at noon, and he was already this eager in the evening. This was so unlike him; he wasn't like this before. Had I corrupted him?! 　　I pretended to scold him, "Why don't you have any romance?" 　　He always doted on me and immediately laughed, saying, "Okay, okay, let's eat fruit." 　　He ate the peach himself, and I took a towel to help him wipe his hands (I was especially happy to do that for him). Then I peeled lychees and fed them to him, taking the pits he spat out. After feeding him a few, I wanted to play a prank on him again, so I put one in my own mouth and kissed him. He hugged me tightly and kissed me, and I peeked out a little to tempt him. He eagerly sucked on it, but I sucked it in and ate it myself . He laughed, shaking his head and nodding at the same time. 　　I peeled a particularly large one and fed it to him mouth to mouth. He took it in his mouth and then fed it to me. I bit off a little bit of the flesh.

The juicy, sweet fruit gushed out, filling my mouth with delight. He continued feeding me, and my body suddenly trembled, the trembling growing

more and more intense. The plump, juicy lychees and his soft tongue instantly aroused me.

I had already showered, and the fruit was washed. As soon as he came out of the bathroom, I quickly peeled lychees for him. He ate

one , then impatiently reached out and touched me, pressing me down on the bed and kissing me.

I struggled, saying I'd already eaten fruit. He said he just wanted to eat me. Good heavens! We'd just done it at noon, and he was already this

eager in the evening. This was so unlike him; he wasn't like this before. Had I corrupted him?!

I pretended to scold him, "Why don't you have any romance?"

He always doted on me, and immediately laughed, saying, "Okay, okay, let's eat fruit."

He ate a peach himself, and I took a towel to wipe his hands (I especially enjoyed doing that for him). Then I peeled lychees and fed them to

him, taking the pits he spat out. After feeding him a few, I wanted to play a trick on him again, so I put one in my own mouth and

kissed him. He hugged me tightly and kissed me. I teased him a little, and he eagerly sucked on it, but I sucked it in and ate it

myself . He laughed, shaking his head and nodding at the same time.

I peeled a particularly large one and fed it to him mouth to mouth. He took it in his mouth and then fed it to me. I took a small bite; the flesh

was plump and the sweet juice flowed out, filling my mouth with sweetness. He continued to feed me, and my body suddenly trembled, trembling

more and more violently. The plump, juicy lychee and his soft tongue excited me instantly.

I knew he wanted to kiss my genitals, so I said no, if you kiss me I won't be able to do anything. Today I

want to enjoy you properly.

Then I sucked on him. I really loved him so much, sucking on his penis was such a pleasure; I had sucked it to

orgasm many times.

After a while, he said he couldn't take it anymore and had to come. I held his penis in my hand, climbed on top of him, and kissed him, asking if he wanted me to be on top.

He nodded and wanted to get up to put on a condom. I said it was the last day, so I shouldn't wear one. He said, "You naughty girl, then I've

come all this way for nothing!" But he didn't insist anymore.

I straddled him; he was tall and strong, leaving very little space between my legs. I was already soaking wet, and his penis

easily slid in. We both groaned simultaneously—it felt so good without a condom! I asked him if it was good, and he said yes, baby.

I moved up and down, and he grabbed my breasts and squeezed them hard. I was going crazy, grabbing his hands and biting them.

He put his fingers in my mouth, and I sucked on them, my vagina feeling full and swollen. This stimulation instantly triggered

an orgasm. "Ah—" I groaned, my vagina contracting. He pulled me over and rolled over, so he

was on top of me. This was our favorite position. He held my arms and thrust powerfully. My beloved man!

His strong control made me dizzy with passion, and the orgasms continued, one wave higher than the next. Not only were my legs shaking, but my whole body

trembled like butterfly wings. He was like a violent storm, while I was like a lotus leaf, swaying and then standing tall, unable to withstand

the violence yet full of dew. I was exhausted, and the orgasm subsided. He paused, propped himself up on the bed with his arm, and tenderly kissed

the sweat from my forehead, calling me "baby, baby." I gasped that I couldn't take it anymore, and he teasingly thrust in, making me shudder

. He

chuckled mischievously, "You're still going strong?" I panted for a moment, then asked, "Want to go up again?" I was completely exhausted, but afraid he'd go

all , I nodded. He paused, then said, "Our final coordination is the best, the best

. I only enjoy it when I'm on top of you. I can't bear to give up." I said, "Can I get off when you're about to come?" He suddenly thrust harder,

saying, "No way!"

I felt the burning pleasure inside. As he thrust, he flipped my hands over, slowly

crossing them in a cross shape, pressing them tightly against my sides. "Ah!" His love, his possessiveness, were all

embodied in these four clasped hands. This was his secret weapon for victory. I arched my back, and he sped up

, saying, "Baby, I love you, I'm fucking you!" "Oh my god!" He rarely swore, but hearing his profanity sent

me soaring. In the throes of orgasm, I

cried out, "Fuck me, fuck me!" "Good brother, I love it when you fuck me!" "I fuck you, baby, I only fuck you

!"

His penis was like a magical weapon, wreaking havoc on my voluptuous body. I trembled like a

leaf in the cold wind, my vagina contracting repeatedly, even causing spasms throughout my body. I couldn't help but beg, "Give it to me, give it to me,

I can't take it anymore!"

He thrust relentlessly, each time forcefully pulling out to the very end, while coaxing me, "You can do it,

baby , you can."

I truly felt I couldn't hold on any longer, but my body was his, controlled by him, experiencing endless orgasms. I

cried out in fear, "Brother, please spare me, you're going to fuck me to death!"

He became even more excited, humming, "I won't fuck your baby to death, I'm saving it to fuck slowly." "

These vulgar words simultaneously aroused both of us. His large penis was moving in and out of me, the sensation incredibly clear. I reached down

from under my high, erect, trembling legs and touched his thrusting penis, kneading it vigorously. He trembled

a few times, then thrust fiercely again, suddenly pressing me down and stopping at the deepest point.

For me, his orgasm was the strongest aphrodisiac and energy booster in the world. In an instant, it felt like nuclear fission

within ; a tremendous energy surged through my limbs, my internal organs, my toes

, and every cell. We held each other tightly, my vagina gripping his penis tightly. He ejaculated incredibly quickly; with each ejaculation

, I contracted, each ejaculation, I contracted again, simultaneously surging and contracting. This unparalleled synchronization made

me feel ecstatic, as if I were dying of pleasure. And he whispered in my ear, 'Drain me dry, wash me dry.'"

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