I could feel his hot breath on my face as my red lips slowly retreated. He drew air in through his nose, savouring my perfume and smiling back at me. My hands left his crotch and gently moved up along his tight torso. The slightly contoured muscles felt warm through the stiff cotton shirt. My long fingernails complicated the unbuttoning of his shirt, but I approached my goal one button at a time, all the while saturated with tension and expectation. At the same time, he began pulling his pants and underwear down.
I was careful not to glance down at what he was revealing. My heart raced like a horse when I thought about it, but I wanted to savour the moment and take my time. This would be the first time I had done anything like this. The storm of butterflies in my stomach made me feel queazy and nauseated, and adrenaline steadily pumped through my veins.
I finally undid the last button and let my hands slip inside his shirt, stroking his belly and chest, all the way to his defined shoulders. Continuing my strokes along his arms, the shirt slid easily down and fell to the floor beside his pants. My hands kept on until they met his, and we just held each other for a moment, both worried and excited about what was to come next. I could sense the exact same emotions in him, as I myself was experiencing.
He was now completely naked. I took a step back, letting go of his hands. I wanted to see him and let the emotions wash over me like a gentle breeze. He was no bull, but took good care of his body. A tight chest, strong arms, flat belly, and something that made my heart race again. His rising member slowly moved as his eyes moved up and down the feminine sight before him.
It was intoxicating. He was eyeing me with obvious satisfaction, I could tell. His erection increased in tune with my own, and with the zounds of butterflies within me. He gazed at my carefully arranged blonde lengths of hair, inlaid with pearls. Perfectly made up face with black-rimmed, blue eyes, rosy, flushed cheeks and red lips. Elaborate, white corset hugging my waist and conjuring enticingly female curves. A lacy garter belt securing the expensive stockings by four ribboned straps. Equallly white, silky panties doing a poor job of hiding the bulge beneath. I absent-mindedly adjusted the hem of my undies, allowing my arousal to peek up above the satin and lace. With a constricted and uneven breath, I reached out and laid my palm around the underside of his shaft. He twitched slightly at the touch, but smiled slyly as he stared into my carefully painted eyes. It felt warm and smooth, but very firm. I had never come near another man in this way before, and he felt bigger and more erect than my own. Barely touching him, I began stroking my fingers up along his delicate skin, reaching the tight string beneath the tip. I noticed a glistening droplet form on the pinnacle and swept it up with the tip of my finger. It seemed to cling on to him as I lifted it towards my lips, drawing out a long, sticky strand until it broke.
I stuck my tongue out and licked the finger, knowing very well that I was crossing a very firm line. This was no longer just a game. This was dead serious, and I welcomed it. I kept looking into his eyes as I closed my red lips around the finger and savoured his pre-cum. I knew he was as ready as me, but still, I startled as he suddenly wrapped his hands around my head and drew me towards him in a passionate kiss. His fingers dug into my fair locks, and I laid my arms around his waist, pressing my body against his. I could feel the hard cock against my belly, irresistible and alluring.
The kiss was all I needed to lose myself. There was no more thought of me being a boy and this being just a favour. I was his newlywed wife, and this was our wedding night. Two loved ones sharing the exhilarating joy of being together for the first time. Our lips seemed locked forever, and our tongues met, exploring each other like newborn snakes. But I wanted more. I reached down and slid my hands along my sides, hooking the thumbs over the panty hem as I bent down. The tiny garment dropped on its own the rest of the way. Had I unconsciously been planning this when I wore my panties outside the garters? My heels made loud clicks against the hard floor as I lifted my feet and kicked the panties aside. All the while trying to keep my lips locked on to his.
I pushed him firmly backwards, and he fell across the sheets. Again, that sly smile as he saw the new determination in my eyes. His cock was now standing straight up, and I laid my hands around it. My knees buckled. I crouched on the floor, seeing him just before my eyes, and tasted another man’s cock for the first time. My tongue reached out towards the shaft just above my hands, and I could feel the musky smell of him. As I pulled up along the length and reached the tip, I got another taste of the wonderful, translucent liquid. My full lips reached out and kissed his head, sucking up it all. Slowly, I opened my mouth and let him enter me. My tongue explored his every vein, every fold and texture. It seemed to go on forever as I continued to embrace him, further and further down. He was all the way to the back of my throat when I reached his belly and began to withdraw. Saliva and traces of lipstick glistened along the shaft. He let out a low moan which told me all I needed to know.
I continued to keep him in my mouth as I leaned forward once more, this time a little more eager. My fingers still held him and stroked his balls and ass. My own cock was just as stiff and threatened to escape the confines of my panties. This was the sexiest and most fulfilling experience I had ever had. My husband moaned in tune with my movements as I bobbed up and down on his shaft, with the occasional slurping sound escaping through the corners of my mouth. It did not take long before he touched my chin and lifted me gently up with his fingertips.
"I’ll come soon if you keep this up."
"Eager for something else, are you?" I said with a wicked grin.
"You are amazing, don’t get me wrong. But I want this time to last." I smiled at him with full sincerity, and could not agree more.
"Come here my beautiful bride."
I got to my feet again, with a tiny pang of regret as I stared at his glistening cock. He moved a little more onto the bed, and with stocking clad feet I crawled onto the bed with him, straddling his body. I sat down on his belly, feeling the cock against my back, and leaned forward. We kissed again, this time with more fervour and passion. His hands slid up along the sides of my ass and curvy waist, eagerly exploring my feminine body. I was in heaven.