Returning Favors
He stood back from her, and she pouted and reached for him. Tugging her off the vanity to stand close to him he kissed her forehead.
“My love, I want you in the tub. Relax in a bubble bath. I’m going to pour you a glass of champagne. We’re going to toast one another. I want your body relaxed and ready when my cock slides into you.” He took her hand and rubbed it along his length. “I am not a small man, Zorah. My cock is going to hurt when I slide it in you. It is bigger than two fingers or three fingers and sweetheart, I’m going to pound you deep and true.”
She flexed her fingers around the girth of him in his pants. “You’ll be careful with me?”
“I’m going to be incredibly careful. I want you relaxed. You took my fingers so well. I’ll be slow when we start but it isn’t going to stay slow. I was already getting carried away with only my hand and you were fucking me back.”
“I was.” She admitted it without reservation.
He turned to start filling the tub and he reached past her on the vanity for a container of bubbles. “These are from an apothecary back home and are meant to relax and according to my female cousins, make you horny.”
“As if I need help,” she whispered more to herself than anyone. Her hand was still resting on his cock, and he wasn’t letting it go. She couldn’t help the way her breath caught when it twitched against her palm. “I want to see it.”
“You want to see my cock?”
She nodded.
He stood back from her and slowly unbuttoned then unzipped his trousers. Pushing his fly open he exposed the dark cotton of his briefs. “Get on your knees, Zorah.”
“What?” She was alarmed at his command.
“On your knees. You want to see my cock, you’ll see it up close. Remember how I tasted you in the car? You can return the favor.”
“You want me to put it in my mouth.”
“I want a blowjob. You’re going to give me head. I promise not to come down your throat. Not tonight. Tonight is for making babies and all of my come will end up in your pussy. Knees, Zorah.”
She slowly lowered herself to her knees, her hands resting on the fabric encasing his thighs and she felt the muscles bunching there. On her knees, she was eyelevel with his waist. She felt compelled to lean forward and inhale the scent of him, breathing him in deep. He was musky and a dark patch of wetness was on the front of his briefs. Her fingers found it and touched it gingerly.
“Precum. You make me so aroused my body is leaking for you, Zorah.”
“Really?”
“Yes. I want to fuck you. I want to make love to you. I want to be buried in you from dusk until dawn and from dawn until dusk. For now, I will settle for your lips.”
She decided he wasn’t kidding as he pushed the briefs down his thighs and his cock sprang free of the confines of the material. It was huge. Longer than the length of her hand and if she wrapped her hand around it, her fingers did not touch.
“Touch your husband, Zorah. Stroke my cock with your hand.” He took her hand and spit in it smiling at the way she flinched at movement. He pushed her hand around him, “jerk me off.”
She did as he instructed and then his fingers were in her hair and pushing her mouth towards the tip of him.
“Suck baby. Put your beautiful lips on me.”
She nervously licked the slit on the top of the bulbous end poking through her fist, letting the taste of him linger on her tongue. It was sticky, salty, and musky and she felt it to the roof of her mouth.
“Fuck baby!”
If ever words were a catalyst to her feeling powerful, it was those two. The way they almost echoed off the bathroom when her lips wrapped around his tip. She could taste as more liquid seeped from him onto her tongue, and she was eager to find more of him.
The noises escaping his chest and the way his fingers were curled tight in her hair holding her against his now thrusting hips made her giddy. She wanted, no needed, more and she was pushing her head down to meet her fist. Each stroke up, her head worked down and she battered her own lips with her fist as she sucked off her husband.
She was pushing her head down as far as she could, his thick cock ramming against the back of her throat and she opened her jaw wider, taking him deeper.
“Oh fuck, you don’t have a gag reflex. I think I just died and went to heaven.” His hand wrapped around her throat. “I bet I could shove all the way down here and you could take it. Such a fucking good girl. Suck my cock like the good girl you are.”
She was frantic, her nails digging into his thighs now as she dropped her fist from his length and tried to put all of him into her gullet. Breathing was near impossible, but she found she relished the sensation of his cock blocking off her air.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he screamed into the room before he tore her head off his cock and pushed her backwards causing her to land on her bottom. He shook his finger at her, “you, naughty, naughty girl.”
“You said I was a good girl,” she pouted up at him so confused by his sudden reaction. “Why did you stop?”
“Because I do not want to come yet. When I come it will be in your cunt.”
“I don’t like that word.”
“I’m not saying vagina.” He snorted as he gasped for breath. “It is a cunt. Spread your legs and show me your cunt.”
“Icaro.”
He kept his eyes fixed on her soaked opening as he moved to shut the tub off.
Zorah was surprised the tub was overflowing, water dripping to the floor.
“I’m going to call down for extra towels to clean this mess. I want you to get in this tub and relaxing and soaking your pretty pussy because when your bath is done, I’m taking you to bed and we’re going to finish what we’ve started.”
“Icaro,” she rose to her knees.
“Yes, love?”
“I think I might like sex.”
His wicked grin sent shivers coursing through her body.
“I might be the happiest man on the planet.”
His face as he went in search of towels made her smile. Maybe marriage wasn’t going to be so bad after all.
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