I thought it was going to be a quiet night, particularly after such a long week. We went out to a mellow dinner and then watched Bill Maher's show on HBO. I decided to make us each a Nutty Irishman (Bailey's, Frangelico and cream) to enjoy while we cuddled on the couch. It felt wonderful, but when my cock briefly twitched I tried to will it back down - maybe in the morning, I thought, but not tonight. We'd gone at it twice already this week, had a spectacular time on Wednesday night, and the last 2 days had been draining.
I'd been really thankful to have her emotional support - in additional to our quality sexual escapades - lately as things at work had been hectic. Well, hectic is understating things quite a bit - they'd been absolutely berserk.
I idly rubbed her back while we watched the show, laughed and briefly discussed the week. I gave her a kiss on the forehead, then a couple on her cheeks. We laughed and enjoyed the show.
As the show eneded and we quietly debated what to watch, settling on a DVD, I gradually slid my hand under her unbuttoned jeans, under her panties, and gave her right cheek a gentle but firm squeeze. I love the gradual rise and fall of her cheeks, then the rush of heat as I near the crease. It is relaxing, invigorating and arousing at the same time to glide over her gentle curves.
I felt her shift a little. I rested my hand on her ass, enjoying her warm, smooth yet supple skin. Every few minutes, I softly kissed her neck, cheek or ear.
When the show was over, she got up to the desktop and checked her email while I used the netbook to post something on Facebook about how great my fiance was. The wedding was still a couple of months away, but the preparations were beginning to wind down and we were both looking forward to the home stretch.
We had both been trying to shed a couple of pounds and were starting to get there. When I turned around, she was smiling at me, wearing only her bra and some striped pink Victoria's Secret panties. This wasn't unusual - it was still warm in Arizona and it didn't make sense to wear a lot in the evenings, so I assumed she was simply beginning to strip down to go to bed.
My choice of "strip down" wasn't an accident. She is successful professional with her own car, house and steady income, and deservedly proud of her independence. But as I've mentioned to her a couple of times, usually causing her to look sharply at me but then blush, she has the body of a stipper.
Even after her breast reduction (not to reduce once-augmented titties, but to reduce her natural size), her upper body is impressive from any angle. Her form narrows from there but she's not rail-thin like Kate Moss. Instead, she curves out again at her hips and, as I have mentioned before, she has the most delightful rear cleavage I have ever seen. Truly, a delightful and spectacular ass, one that has generated countless glances and erections. Particularly on my part!
I was lost in the moment. Abruptly, I realized I had been staring at her for more than just a glance. Almost apologetically, I quickly looked up to meet her eyes, and saw she was grinning. "Busted!" she said. I smiled: "It's... hard... not to look." She turned her delightul ass to me, and almost skipped down the hall. Then I heard, as the bedroom door opened "Well - get over here then."
I half-expected to find her on the bed with the sheet over her as I walked into the room. But, no. She was standing just beyond the doorway, with her top off, admiring herself in the mirror. "You look good, but you know you do," I said, gliding over to put my arms around her waist from behind, pulling her back against me. "Soon, you'll be my bride." I kissed the back of her neck, then the side, and felt her weight shift back against me as her butt pressed against my shorts.
I gently let her go as I pulled off my shirt. Still a couple of pounds to go, I thought to myself, but much, much better. She read my thought: "You should be looking at me, baby" and stepped over to me just as I slid my shorts off, and she appeared pleased at the outline of my gradually thickening cock. Her soft, wet lips lightly slid over mine, then pressed forward a little before sucking my lower lip in gradually, tantalizing me with a warm, wet, controlled kiss. "Um" was all I could get out and about all that was going through my suddenly electrified brain.
One hand went up her back and the other down, delightfully discovering she had entirely disrobed. I sensed a subtle yet growing fragrace that reminded me of a combination of cinnamon, ginger and some sort of not-quite-recognizable Indian spice. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm" she groaned into my mouth.
Even though this lasted less than a minute, my cock was already almost painfully stretching my boxer briefs. It jabbed out into her belly a little. "What's this? Do I need to lecture him again? He has no manners!" She bent down, kissing down my chest and belly, while her hands pulled the briefs down the back of my ass. This had the result of revealing him like the stereotypical pole in a tent.