Resting her forehead against mine, she started to ride me faster and faster. Her arse was like a vice as always, feeling her squeeze me from time to time. She kissed me passionately, moaning into my mouth, feeling her cock slap against me with every movement down. I was surprised she hadn’t come yet, and I didn’t dare touch her in case she went off like a rocket. Being covered in her cum didn’t bother me, but I knew she wanted to stay as horny as possible on our way home.
Warning her I was finally getting close, I could see her smile in her darkness as she upped the tempo of her movement even further. Good god almighty, she seemed to use her arse to draw the cum out of my balls, groaning into her mouth as I exploded deep inside her. Once I’d finished spurting, which seemed to last forever, I leaned back against the tree trunks, Cindy leaning forward with me, resting her head under my chin.
“Holy shit,” I exclaimed, “Holy shit, that was so fucking hot…”
“And now I’ll have your cum in me all the way home.”
I helped with her panties and dress before I stood up, Cindy handing me a wet-wipe from her handbag so I could clean up before I dressed myself. Taking her hand, I led her to the exit of the park and down the road, gesturing to a bar, wondering if she wanted a drink. “I want to go home,” she said softly, cuddling into my side.
So I flagged down a taxi and had us driven home.
Any idea that Cindy would just drag me straight to the bedroom ended when she led me to the living room, gently pushing me back onto the couch, before she disappeared for a few seconds, returning naked with a beer bottle in each hand. I found her stiff girlcock mesmerising as it swung with each step, laughing as she handed me the beer then sat next to me without a care in the world.
“I know you love me naked, Mark. Want to take some photos of me?”
“I’d love to.”
After finishing my beer, I fished out my phone as she performed a series of poses for me, staying what I’d called ‘softcore’ for the first few before she got a lot more risque. When she was leaning forward with her arse in the air, spreading her cheeks wide, the look in her eyes told me what I should do next.
Dessert.
After eating her arse for god knows how long, I flipped her over and sucked her cock for all of two minutes before she erupted. It was such a good orgasm, she pretty much passed out, remembering that she’d been aching for an orgasm since she’d ridden me at the park. Picking her up with ease, she snuggled against my shoulder as I carried her to our bedroom, carefully lying her down before I undressed, switching off all the lights and sliding under the sheets next to her.
“I’m tired,” she mumbled.
“I know, sweetheart. It’s been a long day. Go to sleep.”
“I love you.”
“Love you too.”
She was fast asleep in seconds, moving so she could spoon against me comfortably. She shuffled every so often, but apart from that, she was dead to the world. I lay there in the darkness, smiling to myself. She simply had no idea what the next day was going to bring.
Waking early the next morning, she was still fast asleep, remaining in position until she woke up herself. Feeling her erection pressing into me, she lifted her leg over mine, taking my wrist and guiding my hand towards her erection. “I’m always hard for you,” she whispered, feeling her snake a hand down her back towards my cock, “And you are definitely always hard for me.”
Rolling onto her back and then facing me, I kissed her immediately, pulling her as tight to my body at the same time. We were both clammy after a warm night in bed. Needed to brush our teeth. Still half asleep, in all honesty. She was still as desirable in that moment as she would be when all dolled up for a night on the town.
We teased each other for a little while before we finally got up and showered together, more teasing, kissing, cuddling before we washed each other down. She had a look in her eyes that I was trying to figure out. She just looked delighted. I eventually had to ask what was going on. Not that I was worried, merely intrigued.
“No reason,” she said, “I’m just happy, Mark. Last night was wonderful. We had a nice meal out, then we did something I’ve wanted to do with you for so long. Then we came back here, your entire focus was on my happiness and the orgasm you helped with. My god, I’m still feeling giddy this morning. And waking up with you this morning…”
“Want me to cook breakfast?”
“No. I do the cooking, Mark.”
“Don’t trust me?”
Smiling, then giggling, she rested her head against my chest. “Of course. You know I love cooking for you. But I also love the fact you still offer every day.”
“I did cook for myself during those months I was alone.”
Lifting her eyes towards me, her fingers ran to the back of my head, gently bringing it down so she could kiss me. “I’m cooking us breakfast this morning. Your job is to watch me and give me compliments about how pretty I am.”
“Hmmm. I think I’ll find that job rather easy.”
“Good.” Then her grin broadened. “I’ll only be wearing an apron so you can check out my cute butt constantly.”
“I’ll want to do things to said cute butt if you’re not careful.”
“No complaints will be raised if there are gentle squeezes, caresses or kisses. Pressing a cock between my cheeks will be appreciated. Nothing shall go inside said butt while breakfast is being made.”
I put on a pair of shorts as we did have the A/C running. After drying off, Cindy wandered towards the kitchen naked, following her as she put on her apron before starting preparations. I hovered nearby, my hands and lips rarely leaving her body. I was definitely turning her on as the bulge at the bottom of her apron was noticeable. She eventually lifted the apron over her erection, not minding if I gave her the occasional stroke.
Sitting down to eat calmed us both down, though I was amused that Cindy made no move towards our bedroom to put on any clothes, insisting she’d only dress when getting ready to leave for my parents’ place. So she distracted me all morning with her nudity, spending all our time snuggling on the couch. We almost gave in at the same time, Cindy quickly lubing us both before she carefully slid herself down my cock.
“Fuck,” she moaned, resting a hand on each shoulder as she started to ride me.
“We’ll both cum then have a shower before we go.”
Holding her by the hips, I happily watched my girlfriend bounce up and down on my cock. Her face was lit up, fingers wrapped around her cock as she stroked herself at the same time. She looked fantastic, her breasts jiggling slightly with each bounce, timing her strokes with each time she lowered herself down on my cock, while I started to move my hips at the same time.
“Fuck,” she almost grunted, “You make me so hard, Mark.”
“Good. I’m sure you can feel how hard you make me.”
Resting her free hand around the back of my neck, she leaned down to kiss me before resting her forehead against mine, her eyes staring into mine. I could see her shoulder moving, her hand moving quicker and quicker on her cock, and I knew she was getting close to orgasm.
Surprising her, I easily picked her up off my lap and carefully placed her next to me, dropping to the floor between her legs and swallowing her cock in one gulp. She cried out in ecstasy as I was quickly bobbing up and down, sliding three fingers up her arse. She cried out and I knew she’d blast at any second. When I found the right place up her arse, she groaned so loudly, the first spurt didn’t catch me by surprise at all, eagerly gulping down each spurt of her creamy cum that flooded my mouth.
As soon as she was empty, I quickly cleaned up her cock before sliding mine back inside her. Wrapping a hand around each thigh, I wasted no time pumping her hard and faster. “Fuck yes,” Cindy whimpered, “Fuck me, Mark. Fuck me so hard.”
I didn’t fuck her too hard but, as turned on as I was, I wasn’t going to last too long. Pushing her legs back so her knees were almost level with her breasts, I stood up and leaned forward, driving my cock into her. Cindy’s face lit up, her eyes almost rolling back as she couldn’t stop smiling. Or maybe it wasn’t quite a smile, maybe it was delirium. She moaned and whimpered with every thrust of my cock. When I noticed a tear or two start to drift down, I worried I was hurting her.
“No, baby. So good. I feel so good. Don’t stop,” she murmured.
“Love you,” I whispered.
“Fucking love you.”
I was actually relieved when I came inside her, easily picking her up and collapsing onto the couch so she could relax on top of me. Both of us were breathing heavily after the exertion. Her back was a little damp as always after sex though it never bothered either of us. “Holy shit, Mark,” she muttered, “God, I love it when you fuck me like that.”
“Good!” I exclaimed, chuckling to myself.
Snuggling so her head rested just below my chin, we laid in silence for a few more minutes before we agreed to have a shower and get ready to go. We were both a little out of it when standing under the hot water, Cindy resting against me most of the time. Not wanting to give away too much about why we were heading out, I threw on a polo shirt and shorts while she put on a lovely red summer dress. Then again, she could wear a potato sack and she’d look stunning.
Holding my hand the entire way to my parents’ place, every time we stopped at traffic lights, she’d lean across to kiss me. Even after so many months together, where even I would have thought things might cool down at least a little, we were as affectionate and loving as the first day we spent together. I loved it, and I know she did too. I didn’t want it to end.
Pulling up outside, there were far more cars than usual, and I reckon Cindy would recognise one or two cars of her friends. Noticing her curious glance, I leaned across to kiss her before walking around the ca to open her door as always. Walking inside, Mum was in the kitchen with Laura, Cindy asking what was going on. Laura smiled at her.
“Head outside and say hello, sweetheart,” I said, “Just got to go to the bathroom.”
Laura winked at me before heading outside with her daughter. Soon as she was outside the sliding door, Mum led me to one of the spare bedrooms. I had a change of clothing there, but a bouquet of flowers with a teddy bear, a reminder of the first thing I’d bought her. And on the chest of drawers was the small box. “Did you look?” I wondered.
“No. Cindy will be the first, of course.” Feeling her hand on my shoulder, I suddenly felt rather overwhelmed by the idea. Not due to being worried, but… I’d loved Megan, I remembered all the good feelings, but Cindy was something else entirely. Mum turned to hug me, feeling her hand stroke my back. “She loves you, Mark. And I haven’t seen you this happy in a long time.”