"Oh, yes!" I said, breaking into tears. I grabbed his head and pulled it to mine. Lip mashing ensued.
He picked up a napkin and wiped my eyes. Putting it down, he apparently discovered that he had two free hands. He shifted his chair to face mine and started playing with both of my boobs. His smile went from one ear to another. I knew that one - it was his 'I love to please you' smile.
In moving his chair, he'd left his legs apart and I reached down and started stroking along the top of his limp penis.
"I would love to marry you, dear. Thank you, yes, I accept, with all my heart."
I leaned forward and kissed him, hard, then grabbed his scrotum in my right hand and whispered in his ear. "But some things a girl doesn't want joked about,
mu kallis.
If it turns out that today's the first of April or something..." I squeezed, just a little.
He ignored my threat to our future love life and continued to fondle the Girls. My nipples were telegraphing their approval to my pussy.
"When have I ever joked about something like that?" he asked.
"No, but you've never proposed to me before."
"I could do it on one knee, if you wish..." His expert fingers continued to mound and squeeze my boobs.
"Not... ah... No." I gasped as he tweeked a nipple. Mine are always sensitive and his emotional bombshell had them supercharged.
Easing my grip on his precious bits, I watched his manhood rising. It's an amazing sight for me, every time. Some people just see an erect phallus, but there's so much more to it. It doesn't just get bigger; it changes shape and colour, its angle changes as it gets harder. The scrotum lifts, its colour changing, too. Veins become prominent. The head bulges out. I find the process fascinating.
"Was this a spur-of-the-moment decision, dear?" I asked, shifting my hand to stroke lightly back and forth along its growing length. I switched to an underhand grip and tickled behind his scrotum with my fingers on each stroke.
"I've been thinking about it for a while. This seemed to be a good time." His thumbs separated the Girls, his closing hands squeezed them, sliding off the tips. I bit my lower lip as he repeated it. And again. I leaned in closer to give him better access. It looked like a Good Boob Day, so make the most of it.
Looking between his forearms, I lightly dragged my nails first along his inner thighs, then along the underside of his cock. Repeat, watch his eyes close, feel his member throb. I felt myself getting wet looking at it.
I switched grips on his shaft and started to pump it, slowly at first, then faster. His grip on my boobs loosened. Leaning over him, I fed a nipple into his mouth and felt him grasp it with his lips. He began to lick the tip with his tongue and gently nibbled with his teeth.
Both breasts applauded.
I pumped with my other hand. His manhood pulsed under my moving fingers. He hissed quietly.
One hand clasped me around my waist, the other stroked me from shoulder to hip.
I sped up the pumping, but leaned forward and kissed him, thrusting my tongue in and out of his mouth. His eyes snapped open and he leaned into the kiss. His tongue traced the insides of my upper and lower lips, then softly stroked the roof of my mouth.
I felt his fingers move past my thighs and gently tease my labia. My stomach knotted in response. He was amazing strong when he needed to be, but at times like this could be so very gentle. He stroked first the one and then the other, then grasped them together and slowly massaged them. My blood pressure was soaring like a rocket.
I fondled his testicles, my fingers rolling, gently pulling them downwards in their fleshy sack. I slowed my pumping of his length, but took my thumb at the top of each stroke and swirled it around his cock-head. I could hear him start to breathe faster. His manhood pulsed in my hand like a live thing.
I stopped pumping, placed a thumb on the underside of his helmet. Gently, persistently, I slowly massaged his most sensitive area. I could see his abs tense in response. His eyes closed, a concentrated smile on his lips, he was the picture of excited contentment - and I knew I was responsible. Such power we women have, if we are wise enough to use it properly. How much love I was feeling!
His fingers started lightly sweeping the length of my pussy, inside the now-drenched lips on the way up, and then outside as his hands made their way back down. I could feel my lips swell. I could smell my arousal - and his.
I grasped the base of his manhood, holding it still. Fanning the fingers of my other hand, separated and straight out, I rippled them back and forth across the top of his glans. It throbbed in my hand. He rose a little on his legs. I bounced his cock on the tips of my fingers, felt his finger probe my G-spot. Pleasure built inside me at his expert caresses.
I moaned and, encouraged by the sound, a second finger entered. The two began a dance inside my pussy, stretching and fondling my slippery walls. I squeezed and the fingers continued.
I moaned louder. He continued to nibble my nipples and the feeling was resonating across my entire body.
