Annie and Me — Harding Marconi

When I get home from work that afternoon, I’m surprised to see that there is a light burning in the upstairs bedroom. I smile to myself, realizing she’s home. The plan was for me to pick her up at the airport, but she must have come in early. My wife is a project manager for a large health care research agency, and so she occasionally travels internationally. I hate it. I hate it because I miss her so badly when she’s gone. We’ve been married for almost four years, and I can seriously say that our relationship is just as intimate as it’s always been. A lot of guys can’t say that.

I pick up the calla lilies sitting on the seat beside me, and then I get out of the car and jog up the front steps and into the house. She comes to the upstairs landing and looks down at me from the top of the stairs. Annie smiles. My heart stops beating for a moment. She’s already wearing her white silk robe. I love it when she wears that thing. She’s a dark-skinned black woman, and I love to see her in white. The contrast of that white robe compliments her dark skin and her shoulder-length black hair.

She comes down the stairs and I give her the flowers. She smiles even wider. Her bright red lipstick gleams on her plump mouth.

“Thank you.”

She lays the flowers on the table by the door and reaches out to hug me. We embrace, and I can smell her hair and the perfume she’s wearing. I feel like I’m drowning in the scent of gardenias and lilac. I let my hands slide over the silk fabric, and I admire the way her hard nipples peak out at me through the fabric. I cup her breasts in my hands, and my prick is suddenly so hard I feel like I can come just from touching her.

She leans over and nuzzles my neck and my ear with her mouth. I reach down and untie the short little robe, and she lets it flutter to the hardwood floor. My hands are all over her now. Grabbing and smoothing and cupping.

She drops down to her knees and unzips my fly. All of the images I’ve had during the past week flow through my mind.

God, how I’ve longed for a blowjob from my wife.

My body stiffens as I watch her do it. She licks my shaft slowly, all the way from the base up to the head of it. Her fingers are massaging my balls. When her tongue gets to the tip of my cockhead, she opens her mouth and I shove my swollen cock right between those pretty white rows of teeth.

“Christ, Annie. Damn it, that feels good.”

I’ve got both my hands on the back of her head. She’s slobbering all over my dick. I don’t know how much longer I can control myself. I try to hold it back and my body starts to shake. I watch my purple dick slide back and forth between her red lips, and my hands are unsteady on the back of her head. I start to pump myself back and forth inside her mouth. I don’t want to hurt her, but I can’t stop. All I can concentrate on is how good it feels. She moans, and the vibration of air seems to massage my prick even more.

I start to come, and I throw my head back as I explode. When I finish, my body is already slick with sweat, and I hear her gasping for air.

“I’m sorry, darling,” I say, kneeling down in front of her.

Her eyes are watery, and I realize I’ve choked her with my dick. She coughs and clears her throat.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it. I’m fine.” she says.

Another reason I love making love to Annie is that she never complains. She’s a great sport about everything. This is extremely important because I know I am sometimes too rough with her. I’ve occasionally bitten her and spanked her a little, but nothing too painful. Sometimes I leave hickies in strange places, like the insides of her thighs or her plump buttocks.

I’m still feeling guilty about choking her with my erection, but she kisses my cheek and tells me not to worry again. We walk slowly up the stairs, hand in hand.

She lies down on her back on the bed, and I crawl on top of her. I start to suckle her tits, and she’s breathing heavy and fisting her hand in my hair. Once or twice, I look at her, and I notice she’s watching the mirror above our bed. Her eyes are glazed over. I kiss her from her breasts straight down her stomach to her belly button. I tease the inside of her navel with my tongue. She shivers.

“Oooohhh.”

I’m already rock-hard again. I rub my dick against her soft leg. My pre-come wets her firm thigh. She parts her legs for me, and I enter her slowly.

Once I get inside, I start to move faster.

And faster.

And faster.

Her pussy is perfect. It doesn’t take much stimulation to turn her on, and so she’s always super wet. The inside of her pussy is pure heaven. It’s set very narrow, and when I’m in, I feel like I’m filling her up.

Annie says all the right things to me when we make love. Normally, outside of bed, her language is tame, but when she’s turned on, she starts telling me what she wants and what she likes. Tonight is no different. I’ve only been in her for a few seconds when she starts up.

“David,” she moans. “Ohhh, faster, faster, faster,” she chants, like a prayer. “Don’t stop. I wanna feel you come inside me.”

I’m pumping her so hard that I know I’ll be sore in the morning, but I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop. I watch her pert titties bounce underneath me as I pound inside her.

“I like those noises you were making earlier. Can you, ahhh, make them for me again, please…David?” she begs in between her little gasps for air.

I open my mouth and let the moans escape my lips.

She’s looking up at me with those eyes. I can barely see them in the darkness. They are like two shiny points of light. Her white teeth illuminate the dark. She’s gripping my ass so tight that I know she’ll leave scratch marks. It turns me on even more, all of it. I’m pounding her so hard I’m scared I’ll split her in two, but I can’t stop.

Finally, she closes her eyes and lets out a series of deep-throated moans, and I can feel her quaking and massaging my dick with her pussy muscles. I come with her, and it feels like we’re holding hands and jumping off some kind of precipice.

When we land on earth, I roll off of her and lay on my back. We both look up at the mirror. Finally, she rolls over and lays her head on my chest. She runs her fingers through my chest hair. I remember how she used to tease me about being so hairy. I’m Sicilian on both sides of my family, and I definitely inherited the hairy gene. Annie, on the other hand, rarely ever has to shave her legs at all, and I love that she doesn’t shave her pussy.

“Hot in here.” she comments.

“I’ll turn on the AC for a minute,” I say as I start to get up.

“No, I got it,” she says and pushes herself off the bed.

Annie stands and stretches languidly, like a cat in the sunshine. I reach over and run my fingers over the back of her ass. I suddenly have the wildest need to penetrate her from behind. But, unfortunately, my dick is sore and I’m not able to get it up again, and least not yet.

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Read The Daydreaming Therepist also by Harding Marconi published here on Every Night Erotica.

Harding Marconi is a writer from Boston. His work has appeared in various literary magazines. This is his first erotic short story.