It’s amazing. We really are going to have the best marriage ever. A very long and happy one. So many people are going to be envious of us.
My hands glide over his incredible body. His strong, masculine, well-defined muscles quiver under my touch. It’s positively delightful. He is so responsive, it is like his body already accepts that it’s mine.
Carlo’s eyes are closed, dark lashes exquisite against the rich tones of his skin. His expression is almost serene. He isn’t protesting. He isn’t trying to fight this. He is simply lying back and accepting the pleasure I am giving him. He is enjoying this as he should.
I brush lightly over his nipple, and it pebbles. I let out a happy sigh.
“It’s early for blowjob o’clock, but you deserve it.”
Carlo murmurs something that might be a half-hearted protest, but I can tell he doesn’t mean it. He is happy to receive his reward. His cock even twitched a little when I made my announcement.
Carefully, and with as much grace as I can muster, I settle into position between his spread legs. His glorious cock is right in front of me, and my mouth is watering at the thought of getting to taste it again.
I inhale his scent, and my eyes roll back. It is so good it’s making me giddy. I can’t contain myself anymore. Waiting is torture.
I wrap my lips around the head of his mostly soft length and suck him into my mouth. He grunts and his hips buck. He loves taking what I give him.
My tongue swirls lovingly around his crown. He is rapidly swelling. Hardening and heating. Growing.
Soon he is going to be a heavy weight in my mouth. Silk and steel. Hot and all mine.
My head lowers, rolling my lips down his cock, taking more of him into my mouth. I can’t wait to have him all the way down my throat. Stuffing me so full my eyes water. But all good things come to those who wait.
For now, I will concentrate on tasting him. Feeling him grow bigger and harder. Delighting on the way his silky flesh rubs over my lips.
I could do this all day, every day. Worshipping Carlo’s cock could become my religion. He won’t regret marrying me at all. What man would? I was put on this Earth to be a perfect spouse. Specifically for Carlo, but I’m sure other men would appreciate my skills and my devotion.
I slide lower, and his cock nudges the back of my throat. I moan in pleasure. Carlo groans in response. This is perfect. Heaven and paradise and all my wishes come true.
I hum in contentment and start to really work his cock. Bobbing my head up and down. Sucking. Providing pressure with my tongue.
The salty taste of his precum floods my mouth, and it tastes so damn good. A real cock is a thousand times better than all the dildos I practised with.
Desire and need coil low and heavy in my guts. Potent and insistent.
I pull off of Carlo’s perfect cock. A string of saliva connects us. He is glistening from my attentions.
My lungs suck in a breath. Carlo growls a protest. A deep one. I feel the rumbles of it in my own chest, and it makes me shiver.
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. “Oh my love, I’m sorry, but you need to be patient.”
He opens his eyes and glares at me. Need and hunger naked in his blazing eyes.
I shudder with delight. “Riding you is going to be much more fun for both of us, but Marco ruined our routine and I’m not ready for you.”
Carlo stares at me. I can practically see him lighting up with the realization that his reward is going to be more than a blowjob. It really is adorable.
I slide off the bed. “I won’t be long.”
I skip off to the bathroom while humming a merry little tune. I shut the door behind me and hurry through everything I need to do, while taking care to still do everything properly.
It feels like it takes forever, and when I finally waltz back into the bedroom, my fears are confirmed. I did take too long.
My poor love is nearly all the way soft.
“Oh, I am a terrible wife! I should have put the porn on for you. What was I thinking?”
“Ginni…”
