"That's it, baby" she purred above me. "Suckle on my nipples. And I love the way you grip my ass in your hands." She was rotating her hips, and we were grinding together. I could feel the heat from her pussy burning through both our underthings. I had to fuck her, but not yet.
"I love you, honey" I moaned as her lower lips stroked my cock. "Climb on my face. I want to devour your pussy. I'll eat you all night long if you want."
"What girl would say no to that? Except a girl who wants to fuck the most handsome man in the world."
"You are so sweet, honey. Absolutely delicious."
"You're about to find out." She stood on the bed and slowly pulled her panties down over the straps of the garter belt, down over her shapely legs and then just tossed them aside on the bed. She climbed on my face, facing my feet, and sat up on her knees as I was almost smothered by her fragrant, dripping pussy. I held her hips as she shook back and forth, grinding on my chin, back to my nose, and forward again, covering my lower face in her musky, tasty cream. And I had a great close-up view of her magnificent ass, just another thing about her to turn me on.
She rode my face and my tongue for a while, going through a number of mellow orgasms, when she fell forward and started kissing and licking my cock through the cotton of my briefs. I could feel her warm breath through the breathable cotton and it inspired me to use my thumbs to pull her lips apart. Then I blew lightly right into her pussy, causing Cheryl to tremble as she slid her hand into my underwear. She gave my cock a few skillful squeezes and I moaned deeply into her pussy. The smooth feel of her stockings on my cheeks was exquisite, cool and blazing hot at the same time. I swirled the tip of my tongue right inside her pink, warm center like I was stirring up a mixed drink, and Cheryl's perfect ass shook around right in front of me.
Then I felt her moist, warm lips envelope my cock, sliding slow and steady down from the tip. It must have taken her 10 or 15 seconds to go from the head to the base, and she used her tongue all the way down. I pushed my mouth firmly against her pussy, which I used to stifle my moans. My moaning into her pussy started Cheryl moaning onto my cock. It was a vicious, delicious cycle and she came onto my face, sucking my cock like a wet vacuum. A flick of her tongue on the glans and I came with her, filling her mouth with warm seed.
Cheryl slowly relaxed from the tension of her orgasm. Soon she turned around and shared a sticky kiss with me, just the remainder of my orgasm on her lips and tongue. Now was time for snuggling, something I loved as much as she did. I loved affection, and I still do. I love cuddling and kissing the person I love, and I've loved only one person in my life, and I'm still with her 41 years later. Good thing for me Cheryl loves it just as much.
We laid there, basking in each other's warmth. Cheryl turned on the lamp and, for the first time since we got home, held out her arm admiring her engagement ring. "You know, I told you you didn't need to buy me a ring, baby. You really shouldn't have done this."
"Do you want to give it back? I can return it Monday."
"Not on your life! I love it. Not nearly as much as I love you, of course."
"Of course. And you know this is just a fraction of the love I feel for you."
"I know." We kissed and just enjoyed being next to each other. I actually had to pee, but I didn't want to leave Cheryl's side. It was way too comfortable. But eventually nature had to have its way. I peed and washed and when I came back to bed, Cheryl had taken off all the fancy lingerie and was naked in bed. She looked just as sexy that way as she did in a naughty outfit. I certainly thought so.
After cuddling a little more, there was no escaping the fact that I was getting hard again. It certainly didn't escape Cheryl's notice. "I just love your rapid recovery time. I should take advantage while I can. In 20 years you may not be able to do this so quick."
"I think you'll inspire me long past the next 20 years, honey. I bet I get an erection just thinking about you until I hit 50, at least. I sure hope so, anyway. I love you, honey, and I'm so glad I'm going to be your husband and you'll be my wife. And I love being kissing cousins!" I proceeded to tickle her and she yelled and laughed, playfully pushing back at me, and I just grabbed her and kissed her as hard as I ever had before. Her arms slid around my shoulders and neck and my arms went around her back. Our legs entwined, becoming a jumble of limbs that kept rubbing up against each other. After a few more minutes, we were both so ready for each other. Cheryl rolled on her back, bringing me with her so my body covered hers. Her nails were lightly tracing up and down my spine, sending these wonderful chills all through me. I nibbled on her ear and neck and she shuddered as well. "Please, Robbie, now. I need to feel you inside me" she whimpered.
Whether she was talking dirty in our playful modes or talking with loving need when we were making love, her voice and words had a powerful effect on me. My cock was aiming right for her pussy and I moved my hips so the head was pressing on her slippery lips. We both adjusted our angle, and I slid into her like sinking into silk. My god she felt fantastic. Not just in my penis, but all through my being. Cheryl owned me, body and soul. And it was fine, because I owned her the same way. We completed each other.
My hips were rocking slowly, drawing out the pleasure from each stroke. Each time I went in and out of her loving pussy, we both let out huge moans of bliss. "A little faster, baby" Cheryl asked sweetly. So I did, my lower torso moving in time with hers, and our gasping was becoming more rapid. A little faster, a few more strokes, then faster still. Cheryl was close now, and seeing the pleasure across her face was exciting me greatly. "Harder now" she urged and I put more force into my thrusts. She reached between us to rub her clit and Cheryl came as her back arched and her pussy clamped down on my cock. She squeezed me a few times and I joined her in a perfect climax.
Cheryl's pussy was sticky with the combination of both our fluids, and she felt like the warmest, most comfortable home any part of me would ever know. I looked down into those warm big brown eyes and I knew marrying Cheryl would be the best thing I would ever do in my life.
"I love you, my darling" I whispered, then kissed her softly.
"I love you too, my love. Hey, you know what the best part of marrying you will be?" Cheryl asked.
"No, tell me."
"I'll go back to using my maiden name as a married woman! Mrs. Cheryl Greenberg. The name I had for 24 years. I've come full circle."
"See, that's why I'm marrying you, honey. So you could go back to your old name. No other reason."
She punched me playfully on my chest and we laughed and we loved each other. We slept in each others arms, happier than we ever were before, hard as it was to imagine. And then almost nothing was better than waking up next to Cheryl in the morning.
When I awoke, Cheryl was out of bed. I saw by the clock it was 9:35, late considering I liked watching the Sunday morning talk shows. I hopped out of bed, took a quick pee and brushed and washed, and made my way downstairs in just a knee length robe to the smell of coffee brewing. I'm only a very occasional coffee drinker; I prefer tea unless I'm very tired and in desperate need of caffeine, which seems to hit me better with coffee. Don't ask me why. I could hear Cheryl in the den, on the phone. I brewed a cup of tea and went into the den. She was talking to my mom and she was clearly telling her about our official engagement. After a couple of minutes of listening to a one sided conversation, Cheryl brought me the phone, kissed me warmly and said "Good morning. Talk to your mother."
I took the phone and said "Hi mom. How are you and dad doing?"\
"We're fine. Congratulations! I know Cheryl told you she didn't need a ring, but trust me, she did. Every woman needs an engagement ring. So you did the right thing. I can't wait to see it! And I can't believe you didn't talk to me or your father about this! He could have hooked you up with one of his friends in the diamond district! He would have gotten you a much better deal."
"Mom, how do you know he would have gotten me a better deal if you don't know how much I paid for it? Maybe I got a great deal. Or maybe I didn't care about that, I only cared about buying her the most beautiful ring I could afford for the most beautiful woman in the world?"
Cheryl, who was snuggled next to me on the couch, looked up at me with those lovely doe-eyes, so full of love. I kissed her forehead as my mom went on about this and that and asking me when we were coming to Brooklyn and stop by. She never gets to see me, and so on. Never mind if I had gone to University of Virginia like my original plan, she'd only see me on school breaks. As it was, Cheryl and I tried to see them about once a month.
I finally got off the phone with mom and was able to settle in with Cheryl to our Sunday morning routine (when she wasn't working) of Sunday talk shows and hot bread from a packaged dough ready to bake, butter, jam and coffee/tea. It was a mellow Sunday morning routine we enjoyed, feeling like an old married couple, in the best way. "Honey, I don't think I mentioned it this morning, but I love you very much."
Cheryl gave me that adoring look again and said "You didn't, and I'm glad you're saying it now. I don't want to go through a day where we don't tell each other that we love each other when we wake up. And in the afternoon, and the evening, and especially when we go to bed. Notice, I didn't say go to sleep. And I love you too, you big dope." I kind of liked when she called me that. It was completely with affection and she certainly knew I was no dope. It was playful and sweet. I just held her closer. It was like her proximity was a natural tranquilizer for me, without the drugged effect.
After the talk shows, we cleaned up from our light breakfast, showered, and did the food shopping for the week, together. She often had told me I didn't have to help her with the shopping, but I said to her that I wanted to know what brands and various things we both needed and just wanted for times I might have to do the shopping for whatever reason. Besides, I just enjoyed spending time together.
