“Stand up. I want to be on my knees while I blow you.”
I loved seeing Cindy on her knees, just waiting for me to get naked before she could wrap her soft lips around my cock. I felt rock hard in that moment before I felt those lips wrap around my shaft, gazing up at me with her gorgeous eyes, wanting nothing than to please me in that moment. She teased me to start, lightly running his tongue up and down my shaft, around the head of my cock. Down to my balls, she ran her hands up and down my thighs to my butt, giving each cheek a gentle squeeze as her mouth finally took in my cock and lowered down.
“Fuck,” I moaned softly.
Her eyes lit up with love as her head slowly bobbed up and down. I couldn’t help smile as I knew this was going to be a slow and drawn out blowjob. Maybe she was also thinking about a lot of things recently and she needed to find her place within all our relationships again. We talked all the time, but perhaps I needed to talk to her what I’d just talked to Emma and Georgie about.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned, feeling Cindy’s nose bump into me as she’d swallowed my entire length. She was always ever so pleased herself when doing so. What surprised me is that her hands never moved down to play with herself. “Stroke yourself, sweetie,” I whispered.
“No,” she replied, taking my cock from her mouth, “I want to cum with you inside me tonight.”
“Going to return the favour?”
She shook her head. “I need you tonight, Mark. I need you more like that going forward.”
Meeting her eyes, I think we were almost on the same wavelength. Swallowing my cock, her head started to bob up and down faster, feeling her lips wrap even tighter around the shaft. Her tongue drove me wild. I felt myself shudder more than once. Her hand never went near my cock, either stroking my legs or giving my arse a gentle squeeze.
Running my fingers through her hair, her eyes rarely ever moved away from looking into mine. I probably stood there with half a grin on my face the entire time. Every day, I’m sure I fell a little more in love with her, found her a little more beautiful, aware of just how close we were nowadays. I could tell her anything, as much as she could tell me. There was no-one on the planet I now trusted more.
“Cindy,” I whispered, and she knew I was getting close. I felt myself smile as I just had to ask, “Going to swallow?”
The moan she released was the answer, head now bobbing up and down in desperation to make me cum. Continuing to stroke her hair, her eyes were starting to glisten. I knew how emotional she could get at times, but I think telling her I was looking at rings had brought it closer to reality. Saying I wanted to marry her was one thing. Actually doing it was an entirely different prospect altogether.
“Sweetheart,” I groaned, feeling myself close to erupt. Her eyes were now boring into mine, almost begging me to just cum and give her what she wanted. I shuddered again, as everything she was doing with her mouth, tongue and hands was driving me wild. I’d had plenty of blowjobs over the years and, hand on heart, Cindy was just the best I’d had. Her desire and enthusiasm alone was what made it feel so great. Add to that a real talent for sucking my cock…
She squealed as the first spurt hit the back of her throat. Carefully clutching her hair, she almost smiled as she swallowed all of my cum. Every single drop. Keeping her lips sealed, she made sure I had nothing left to give before she finally removed her lips, though only so she could use her tongue to lick up and down my shaft again, ensuring it was entirely clear of any cum.
Sitting back on her knees, she looked up at me with a satisfied smile. Carefully lowering myself down, I pulled her into my body as I kissed her. Her tongue was playful as ever, both of us smiling, neither wanting to break the kiss. She was still hard, feeling her cock pressing into me, but apart from giving it a few gentle strokes, she didn’t seem to want any attention on her that night.
“You sure?” I had to ask.
“I know you love sucking my girlcock, Mark. Tonight, my focus is just on you.” She kissed me again… Then she hugged me tightly as I felt her shudder. “I always believed, but just hearing you say you went shopping for one,” she whispered.
“I’m going to meet you at the end of that aisle one day soon, sweetie,” I whispered back.
Standing up and offering my hand, Cindy wanted to be on her back. With her arse still lubed up and ready, all I need to do was get hard again, which would take barely a few minutes, and lube myself up. Still, I spun her over and lowered my mouth, making her giggle as my tongue attacked her rosebud. The lube was flavoured. I’d eaten her arse plenty of times without it by now, the lube simply added a different taste.
Head buried in the pillows, Cindy couldn’t stop moaning nor squirming at what I was doing with my tongue. Removing it and sliding in a couple of fingers had her slowly pushing back against me. I knew she was now incredibly turned on and just plain horny. She was desperate for me to make love to her, but she loved the teasing as much as I did. Sometimes, the sense of anticipation was almost as good as the act itself.
As soon as I felt hard again, I applied a little more lube to each of us before lifting her up easily and putting her on her back. She grinned, opened her legs wide, as I slid a pillow under her lower back. Pressing against her, she gasped as the head of my cock slipped inside her. Even with lube, preparation and after making love so often, she was still as tight as that first time.
“That’s it, baby,” she whispered, “It’s home where it should be.”
I didn’t reply, just focusing on how warm and welcoming she felt as always, her arsehole tight as ever around my shaft as I sank deeper inside her until I was at the base. I stopped, letting her shuffle slightly to get comfortable, her fingers running up my arms to my back as I leaned down to kiss her. Starting to gently thrust, she looked down between our bodies to see my cock disappearing inside her. Whenever I was on my back, I loved watching it.
Taking her cock in hand, she started to stroke herself. Within a couple of minutes, she was moaning softly, her body moving in a manner that told me she was already close to orgasm. I kissed her again, loving the moan she released as I picked up the tempo of my thrusts, feeling her fingers move faster and faster on herself, desperate for release.
“Oh god,” she whimpered, “Oh god, Mark.”
“Wonderful as always, Cindy,” I moaned.
“I need more of this. More of you.”
“Of course, sweetheart. Whenever you want.”
She came hard. In fact, it was so good, and with everything else, that once she’d left quite the load all over her body, she needed another cuddle. Leaving my cock buried, I held her tightly as she almost sobbed against my shoulder. She apologised for being silly, assuring her I understood the emotions she was feeling. After feeling alone for so long, after everything we’d now shared, all I wanted for her was to be happy. That was my mission in life, as far as I was concerned. My happiness was linked to hers in many ways.
“Make love to me,” she finally whispered. Leaning back to meet her eyes, her smile was utterly adorable. “Make love now. You can fuck me nice and hard later.”
“Oh, you have plans for me, Cindy?”
“We’re going to sleep in an hour or two utterly exhausted. You won’t get hard, my girlcock will be limp, and my cute little tush won’t be able to handle you any longer.”
Having made me cum already, we made love for ages. Her eyes constantly gazed into mine, her fingers never leaving my body, enjoying it when they dug into me when I picked up the tempo. Her legs eventually ended up wrapped loosely around me, changing the angle of my thrusts, her soft moans increasing in rate as she enjoyed hearing me grunt and groan. I’d never been a quiet lover, but I found I could express myself easier with Cindy. I loved hearing how much she loved being with me and I left her in no doubt how great she felt in return.
Letting her know I was close, she knew I wasn’t going to pull out. I rarely pulled out as I loved finishing inside her too. Starting to pump into her a little faster, I always enjoyed the way her breathing changed as I thrust faster and harder, the anticipation of my climax building for both of us. Those delightful little moans she released. But her eyes, always her eyes, they expressed all she was feeling in a single glance.
Groaning loudly, I buried my cock as I came, her fingers digging into my back, hearing her squeal and giggle at the same time. As I pumped, her legs tightened around me, making sure I didn’t accidentally fall out, though that rarely happened. Her cute butt was far too tight for something like that to happen. Continuing to pump her long after I was done, I only stopped when I needed to catch my breath, making her laugh when I easily grabbed her and rolled over onto my back.
She relaxed on my chest, the cum she’d left on herself now squished between us, though neither of us care. We’d shower before going to sleep. “I think we both needed that,” she whispered.
“Something on your mind too?”
“Should we talk about it after or now? I don’t mind if you’re still inside me.” Lifting her head, she met my eyes. “I’m guessing you had a chat with Emma and Georgie. You were gone a while.”
“When I got here and saw those two were here, I was expecting… Well, I guess hearing about ring shopping perhaps changed things.”
“It did and it didn’t. But I know you’ve been concerned, Mark. You’re very good at speaking to me about things, but I know you also struggle with how to deal with your own mind most of all. Lay it on me, handsome.”
“I was talking with Mike and Chris… Okay, putting it simply. I love being like this with you. I’d say that we’re more often than not ‘traditional’, for want of a better word. I’m the man, you’re the woman, but sometimes, we subvert that. And I enjoy it.”
“I do too,” she whispered, “But I do prefer you making love to me. I guess it has been a little more even nowadays.”
“I guess I’m struggling in the sense of everyone needs to be labelled. I try and maintain a laissez-faire attitude about it, but I guess even someone like me needs to know where they stand. I’ve always been told there are certain expectations regarding relationships, and I’m still trying to wrap my head around it. I know I overthink things. What matters most is you and I, Cindy. But…” I trailed off and sighed.