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He was right: much better than a ring.
~oOo~
He carried her over the threshold. And had arranged for champagne to be waiting for them in the room. They each drank a glass in honor of the day, and then Hoosier poured them each another. He handed her hers and took a long drink of his, finishing it off. Then he set his down and pulled on the little satin ribbon at the front of her corset.
She stood, sipping her champagne, and let him undress her. The bubbles hit her hard; they hadn’t eaten since breakfast. But she didn’t care. It was more than the champagne making her feel like her feet floated above the floor. She took a big drink and set her empty glass down next to his.
As he pulled the ribbon, the corset loosened and slid down, exposing her breasts. Hoosier stopped and stared, his hands going to the sides of her waist and holding her fast. “Everything about you is beautiful.” Cupping a breast in one hand, he bent his head to it and sucked deeply, teasing her nipple against the roof of his mouth.
She loved when he did that. Threads of ecstasy so sharp they were brittle shot from that point, into her head, her heart, between her legs. She arched backward with a cry, her hands holding his head to her. She might have fallen if he hadn’t been holding her, and she him.
Then he released her breast and went to his knees, pulling her loosened corset over her hips, down her legs. She stepped out of it. From his knees, he removed her shoes, her skirt, and her tights, until she was standing before him in nothing but her jewelry. Her cheap rubber bracelets and her beautiful new diamond rings.
He pressed his face between her legs, and she felt his tongue on her, licking through her folds. Her fingers curled tightly in his hair. “Oh God, Hooj!” she gasped.
“Spread your legs for me, wife.” He’d barely moved from her to speak; she could feel his lips and breath moving against her clit.
Thrilled at the thing he’d called her, that it was true, she obeyed and was rewarded with his hand moving between her legs, his fingers sliding through her wet, pushing into her body. As his tongue tantalized her clit, Bibi felt his thumb slide into her pussy. She could tell by the feel of it and the position of his hand that it was his thumb, and she knew what it meant, what he would do next. She sagged back against the table, spreading her legs more, making way for him.
But instead, his hand and mouth left her, and he stood. Covering her mouth with his, he pushed his tongue deep to tangle with hers, and he walked her to the bed, lifting her up and laying her across the mattress. Then he stepped back and shed his clothes, keeping his eyes on her all the while.
He, and the champagne, had made her dizzy and horny, and she felt at loose ends while he undressed. She’d never let him see her touch herself before, but her fingers were in her wet, replaying the movement of his tongue over her clit, before she’d realized it was happening.
She saw his eyes widen and go even darker at the sight, and the new rings on her finger made her bold. She spread her legs wide and pushed her fingers into her pussy.
“Jesus,” he muttered. He pulled something from his pocket before he laid his kutte over a chair. She was too focused on how good she felt to give it much attention. It wasn’t a condom, she knew that. She was on the Pill and had been as long as she’d lived in California, so they’d never used condoms.
He came to the bed and lay over her. Before she could move her hand, his cock was there, pushing into her, even while her fingers were still moving inside her. She gasped at the enormous fullness, and he groaned and pushed deep. “God, baby. God, that feels…fuck.”
But it was too much fullness, too much stretch, and she moved her hand. He groaned again, harshly, as if she’d hurt him, and then kissed her. He thrust hard, and their grunts
He was right: much better than a ring.
~oOo~
He carried her over the threshold. And had arranged for champagne to be waiting for them in the room. They each drank a glass in honor of the day, and then Hoosier poured them each another. He handed her hers and took a long drink of his, finishing it off. Then he set his down and pulled on the little satin ribbon at the front of her corset.
She stood, sipping her champagne, and let him undress her. The bubbles hit her hard; they hadn’t eaten since breakfast. But she didn’t care. It was more than the champagne making her feel like her feet floated above the floor. She took a big drink and set her empty glass down next to his.
As he pulled the ribbon, the corset loosened and slid down, exposing her breasts. Hoosier stopped and stared, his hands going to the sides of her waist and holding her fast. “Everything about you is beautiful.” Cupping a breast in one hand, he bent his head to it and sucked deeply, teasing her nipple against the roof of his mouth.
She loved when he did that. Threads of ecstasy so sharp they were brittle shot from that point, into her head, her heart, between her legs. She arched backward with a cry, her hands holding his head to her. She might have fallen if he hadn’t been holding her, and she him.
Then he released her breast and went to his knees, pulling her loosened corset over her hips, down her legs. She stepped out of it. From his knees, he removed her shoes, her skirt, and her tights, until she was standing before him in nothing but her jewelry. Her cheap rubber bracelets and her beautiful new diamond rings.
He pressed his face between her legs, and she felt his tongue on her, licking through her folds. Her fingers curled tightly in his hair. “Oh God, Hooj!” she gasped.
“Spread your legs for me, wife.” He’d barely moved from her to speak; she could feel his lips and breath moving against her clit.
Thrilled at the thing he’d called her, that it was true, she obeyed and was rewarded with his hand moving between her legs, his fingers sliding through her wet, pushing into her body. As his tongue tantalized her clit, Bibi felt his thumb slide into her pussy. She could tell by the feel of it and the position of his hand that it was his thumb, and she knew what it meant, what he would do next. She sagged back against the table, spreading her legs more, making way for him.
But instead, his hand and mouth left her, and he stood. Covering her mouth with his, he pushed his tongue deep to tangle with hers, and he walked her to the bed, lifting her up and laying her across the mattress. Then he stepped back and shed his clothes, keeping his eyes on her all the while.
He, and the champagne, had made her dizzy and horny, and she felt at loose ends while he undressed. She’d never let him see her touch herself before, but her fingers were in her wet, replaying the movement of his tongue over her clit, before she’d realized it was happening.
She saw his eyes widen and go even darker at the sight, and the new rings on her finger made her bold. She spread her legs wide and pushed her fingers into her pussy.
“Jesus,” he muttered. He pulled something from his pocket before he laid his kutte over a chair. She was too focused on how good she felt to give it much attention. It wasn’t a condom, she knew that. She was on the Pill and had been as long as she’d lived in California, so they’d never used condoms.
He came to the bed and lay over her. Before she could move her hand, his cock was there, pushing into her, even while her fingers were still moving inside her. She gasped at the enormous fullness, and he groaned and pushed deep. “God, baby. God, that feels…fuck.”
But it was too much fullness, too much stretch, and she moved her hand. He groaned again, harshly, as if she’d hurt him, and then kissed her. He thrust hard, and their grunts
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