It was still dark when I woke up Saturday morning. I felt my Sweetheart stirring next to me. I kissed her on her cheek, and she mewed. She touched the side of my face.
“Mmmm, good morning, Lover,” Cynthia said. “Don’t tickle me, please. This is urgent.” She slid out of bed and scooted into the bathroom.
I heard some movement and water running in the bathroom. A few minutes passed, and Cynthia emerged, hair framing her face, dark makeup, and lipstick with glitters. She hopped in bed, snuggled up to me, and pulled the covers up to her shoulders. Someone was playful.
“You look beautiful, Baby. I love your hair, your makeup, and your glittery lipstick. You’re looking so beautiful.” I squeezed her to me.
“Baby, do you like my lipstick? I mean, it being early, it’s still dark and all?”
“Yes, I do, Sweetheart; why?”
“Because I’m going to make your big cock glittery.” With that, Cynthia threw the sheets from us, laid across my body, and sucked my limp cock into her mouth. She pulled the skin back as she sucked and let it grow in her mouth.
She moved and pushed my legs apart, then got comfortable between them. Her head slowly bobbed up and down on my now rigid shaft. Her hand followed in perfect unison with her soft lips. Both wrapped around my cock with the perfect firmness. It felt like being in her tight pussy.
I had the pillow under my head before she sensually attacked my sleeping cock. Now I had a perfect view of my woman sucking, licking, and jerking on my cock. She decided to drive me insane.
Cynthia moved up toward my cock and rubbed her tits and nipples with my cock head. My heart is pounding in my chest, and my brain is beginning to fry. She would wet the tip of my cock and rub it over her nipples and tits. Cynthia would bend her head down and suck my cock again, then rub her tits with it and jerk me off while she was doing it.
I couldn’t take any more. She sucked my cock into her mouth and was rubbing on her tit; her hand was stroking me with nice even strokes. My cum blasted out of my cock and splattered her tit. She moved my cock to her other tit in time to have the next blast splatter on that tit.
All the time my cum was squirting on her tits, Cynthia smiled and purred her enjoyment. When the last of my sticky sum dribbled from my cock, Cynthia pulled my skin back and swallowed my deflating cock.
Her lips wrapped around my cock, and her tongue circled it searching for missing droplets of cum. Cynthia sat back on her heels; she looked down at the cum that covered her tits. Carefully, she collected each dollop of cum onto her finger, then placed it in her mouth. When she swallowed, she smiled. She collected each drop of cum onto her finger and sucked it from her finger swallowing and smiling. She held my cock the entire time she collected all of the cum from her tits and nipples.
When she was satisfied, she cleaned and swallowed all of the cum from her tits; she slid down so she could attend to my cock. My mind was so fried, that I was lost in another galaxy with her sexual attention.
Her lips were on my pubic mound, and her tongue was licking and circling for wayward drops of cum. She sucked and licked my cock like she was trying to get me hard again. That was a lost cause. Cynthia had taken away any chance of me getting hard any time soon.
Cynthia was satisfied that she had collected every drop of cum or cell of sperm she had sucked from me. She cuddled next to me and covered us. She put her head on my chest. She could hear my heartbeat returning to normal and my panting had slowed to heavy breathing.
She lay there with her arm draped across my chest. I could feel her gentle breath on my chest. Neither of us spoke. We lay there holding each other, sharing a deep love.
“I love you, Cynthia.”
“I love you, Jack.”
We drifted off to sleep again.
I felt Cynthia stirring; it was a quarter to ten. I tried to sneak out of bed, but she caught me.
“Your turn in the bathroom, I push the button for our coffee. Go on, Baby. I want to watch your butt.” Cynthia cooed.
I did my morning routine in the bathroom she had already made the bed. So, I joined Cynthia in the kitchen. She was just pouring the coffee and trying not to yawn. I held her by her waist and kissed her cheek.
“Honey, today, I’d like to take you to the dress shop for your celebration dress. So, do you know what type you are looking for?” As if I knew anything about dresses.
“What would you think about something in beige?” I know the color wheel from third grade. So is this brown? “And I thought since the first beautiful gown you got for me had a “V” neck, I thought about a scalloped neckline, not too deep.” That I get.
“I think the beige would look good, and I would love you with a scalloped neckline. I’m going to let you and Melissa take over. The dress the two of you chose for the party was perfect. I’m not going to butt in and ruin a good thing.”
It was early afternoon when we walked into the dress shop. Melissa proved she was good at her profession.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Langdon and Miss Cynthia. It’s a pleasure to see you again. How can I help?”
As the pair walked away, Cynthia was telling her why we were buying the dress. Melissa listened intently as a good sales representative would. I found my chair and chuckled to myself. I began my vigil.
The girls were gone for quite a while, but when they emerged, oh, my Lord. I am glad I was sitting down. Melissa found an off-white dress with lace sleeves. The scooped neckline was trimmed in lace, and the dress came to just below her knees. She looked magical. She was beautiful.
“Well, Baby, what do you think?” Cynthia’s face was radiant, and her eyes twinkled. Melissa stood back, her hands cupped, and her face glowed with approval.