June 2014
"Ready, baby?"
It was a simple two words. An ordinary two words. But when they're spoken by your new wife in your honeymoon suite, hours after your island wedding, they take on a special meaning.
When your new wife asks this before coming out of your hotel room bathroom, wearing an open white robe, with a green bra and matching panties and nothing else on, it is an overload of special.
And when your new wife happens to be Scarlett Johansson, there aren't any words left to encompass that. Even if you are a journalist from France.
Of course, no one would remember the name Romain Dauriac for that anymore. No matter what happened after tonight, I would always be Scarlett Johansson's second husband to most of the world. At a moment like this, however, I didn't see the downside.
"More than you know," I actually answered my new wife's question. Her next answer was to smile and lean against the bathroom door, teasing me even further.
I was well aware that most men not only dreamed of this, but would likely have a heart attack by now. With my months of exposure to sights like this, perhaps I'd build up an immunity. Yet it was straining -- along with other things -- as Scarlett's robe hung open, her tantalizing chest and curves peeking out.....and dear God, those legs.
I said I was more ready than she knew -- well, she earned the right to know. I was merely in a white shirt and boxers, so she could tell how ready I was, but it was not enough.
To further drive it home, I put my hand in my boxers and took my cock out -- every fully erect inch. As Scarlett's sweet, sultry eyes gazed down, and her full, famous lips curved up, my hand grabbed onto myself and wasn't prepared to let go.
After a few pumps, Scarlet realized, "I guess I can't waste any more time," and walked over to me. As her Goddess-like figure swayed and shimmied under her open robe, I had to slow my hand down out of necessity. "Can you at least let me help?"
I merely nodded, figuring time was of the essence. Then that....essence almost came out when Scarlett dropped to her knees, engulfing my cock immediately with her steamy lips and mouth.
Her tongue bathed every inch of my erection that it could reached, while her lips all but sucked me completely down her throat. This pleasure could have kept me going for hours, yet she stopped after about eight seconds.
Yet as soon as her mouth was free, she still stuck her tongue out and licked up and down. My cock was just about soaked from her tongue, but it was this sight of Scarlett's seductive eyes, joyful face and flowing blond hair -- now back to blond after Avengers 2 filming ended -- that nearly made me make her face wetter.
Nevertheless, I held off for some unexplainable reason. I stayed engorged and wet as Scarlett got on her feet, faced me again, and put her hand on me -- her own saliva being used perfectly as lube.
"Perfect, now I'm helping," she said with a chipper tone, as if she wasn't the hottest woman in Hollywood, and she hadn't just brought her new husband to the brink of cumming gallons. At that point, I wanted to help too.
As Scarlett's right hand stroked me, my left reached the front of her green panties. It pulled back and went to my mouth, where I performed my own oral work on my forefinger. Staring into Scarlett's eyes the whole time, I nevertheless wasn't distracted -- so I distracted her while my right hand lowered the front of her panties.
She probably just pretended not to notice that. She couldn't fake it when my wet finger jammed right into her, however. I knew her faking face by now, and that wasn't it -- and she was probably too worn out by the Avengers to work on new faking faces.
Now that we were both working each other, the rest of our bodies got into play. My right hand went into Scarlett's robe and on her bare waist, while hers grabbed my still boxer-covered ass. As for our faces, they came together and moaned, licked and suckled each other until finally coming apart.
Despite how fast our hands were going, and how on edge we were, our mouths got calmer from then on. Slowly savoring Scarlett's incredible mouth made it easier and more difficult not to blow, and it seemed to have the same effect on her.
We tried to kiss and stroke each other as we headed for the wall next to the bed -- the logistics of which kept us distracted too. Eventually, I could press Scarlett against the wall and insert another finger, while she closed her fist around me and lowered my boxers too.
"You expect me to keep holding it?" I had to ask, as her thumb went to work and my mouth went to her neck.
"No, I don't...." Scarlett breathed. "We got all night, so you don't have to pace yourself. Probably better if you went early. I can help with that."
So Scarlett got me to back up, then helped the best way she could. By slowly sliding off that pesky robe, unhooking her bra from the front, and letting that slide down as well. For good measure, she went over to the bed and laid on her back, grabbing her tits and telling me to, "Aim here."
"Me? Aim?" I asked, for the sake of proving my voice still worked, somehow.
"Yeah, you. I want your cum on these tits," Scarlett said directly, in that sexy, nearly Oscar nominated voice of hers. "Show me what I'm in for when you fill me up with that cum later. In every hole."
"Every...." I pictured and almost came on the floor instead. Getting the bright idea to stand in front of her, I asked, "You're that confident?"
"Show me what I have to be confident in. Cover me in it. You're the only one who gets to now," Scarlett reminded. I'd been the only one who got to for well over a year -- presumably. But I chose to take her choice of words as ego boosting -- as if her tits weren't encouraging enough.
Scarlett stared hungrily at my cock, pushing her tits and waiting for them to get hit. I was no longer willing to make her wait by then. As such, I finished what I started and she had helped with for a while, pumping my cock furiously to give my wife her husband's cum.
"Mmmhmm.....give me the first cum of our marriage. Show me that married cum...." Scarlett asked. An odd choice of words, yet anything she said in that tone was hot by default. And by default, it made me even more ready to cum.
A few more pumps and some good aim was all it took, as I shot hours of built up cum onto Scarlett's chest. She took her hands off her tits in time and let them take the full load, while I tried to paint as much of the large flesh as I could.
Perhaps they were too big to completely cover, but they were big enough to make me churn out a lot. A paradox I was glad to see the bright side of.
"That's good...." Scarlett praised when I was done. "Now it's my turn. Get down there and make it my turn." That was clear enough for me.
I vaguely noted that Scarlett wasn't cleaning my cum off her tits. However, I was too hungry to use my mouth for words right now. Once I got her panties all the way off, I used it for something much better.
I thought I was eating her as fast as I could in those opening seconds. That was until I saw Scarlett put her hands on her cum covered tits. That was before she rubbed my cum on there, took her hands off to lick them clean, then rubbed the rest of my spunk into my chest.
"You keep going right now," Scarlett hissed. The sights she was giving me fueled me the rest of the way.
My tongue, lips and teeth devoured Scarlett like a buffet -- as if rubbing my cum on those tits wasn't enough for me. In truth, all of it was enough to really get her there. As she pushed her hips up into my face, trying to rub onto me like her hands rubbed her chest, I was just along for the ride.
I played my part, especially when her hips came up and I reached under to grab her stunning ass. Getting a good handful of both ample cheeks, I jiggled them around and slid my tongue and face side to side on her pussy -- all of which made Scarlett grab her tits and hold on for dear life.
A big load of Scarlett soon unleashed itself on my face. Licking it up right away, without bothering to rub it on me first, I lapped her clean as Scarlett's hips finally came down on the bed. She was sitting on my hands, but I was in no way eager to move them.
I finished licking Scarlett, beginning to kiss her down there once she got too sensitive. I looked up to see Scarlett catching her breath, putting a hand on my hair -- in spite of what that hand just touched. Then again, she rubbed her tits enough that she couldn't get traces of my cum in my hair now -- I assumed.
Even if she was, it wasn't in liquid form anymore, so no harm done. Some of her liquid was still on my lips, though.
Scarlett sat up, so I slipped my boxers all the way off, got myself up and sat next to her. Before I remembered to lick my lips clean, Scarlett did it for me. Tasting herself and me, she playfully tongue lashed me and rubbed her sensual lips on mine, doing it with a smile.
"I supposed you weren't covered in enough cum," I noted.
"You gave me enough, I just wanted dessert," Scarlett commented. "I'll probably get pretty sticky for it soon," she predicted, glancing down at her chest. "Would you mind getting me some water?"
I assumed I tired her out and she needed a drink. There was another possibility, but it was best not to get hopes up, just in case. With that in mind, I went out of the bedroom to get one of our remaining water bottles from the refrigerator.
