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We lay there afterwards, me on my back, Lily snuggled up to my side, both of us naked.
“Now that was a hell of a homecoming,” I said.
“Mmm… yeah, I liked it, too.”
“You sure know how to put the ‘coming’ into ‘homecoming,’ alright.”
She groaned and laughed at the same time. “Oh my God, that was such a bad joke.”
“Really? I liked it.”
“You would. It’s like that line you used on me in Vegas… the one about the dress and ‘becoming’ – ”
“That dress looks very becoming on you,” I recited. “And if I were that dress, I’d be coming, too.”
She burst into laughter. “That’s the one. You like your little jokes with the word ‘coming’ in them.”
“Well, I like coming.”
“Mmmm… so do I,” she purred, softly caressing my cock with one finger.
“Hey now,” I warned. “You do any more of that, and we’re going again.”
“Can’t do that. Dinner’s really soon.”
“Then you better stop turning me on.”
“Really?” she asked, acting all doe-eyed and biting her lip on purpose.
“Woman,” I said, grabbing her underneath her body and hoisting her up onto mine. She shrieked happily right before I kissed her.
“Mmmm… nice,” she said afterwards as she lounged on my chest, propped up on her forearms as she looked into my eyes.
I had a particularly nice view of her breasts as they smashed against my chest.
I was starting to get hard again. I could feel my cock growing, slowly taking up more room between her spread thighs, brushing up against the inside of her leg as I got longer.
“Down, boy,” she grinned, then turned somewhat serious. “Do anything fun on your business trip?”
“Actually, I did. I got the rings.”
Her eyes went wide. “You did?!”
“Want to see them?”
“YES!”
“Wait… isn’t it bad luck if you see them before the wedding day?”
“No, that’s seeing me in my wedding dress.”
“I don’t know,” I joked. “Maybe we should wait…”
“NO!” she cried out, slapping my chest with her hands. “I want to see them!”
I laughed. “Alright, alright, but you’re going to have to get off me.”
She rolled off me and onto the bed, and I got up and retrieved my pants. In the front pocket was a velvet pouch tied with a ribbon, which I retrieved and handed to her.
She unwrapped the tiny package and gasped.
The rings were custom-made by a Florence jeweler she’d found and loved. I’d been in London for a couple days, so they’d couriered the rings over to me while I was in town.
The base was 24 karat, but they had an inlaid design of platinum that twirled and twisted in a pattern, with tiny diamonds set into the woman’s ring.
“Oh my God,” she whispered, getting all choked up.
“Do you like them?”
“I love them!” she exclaimed, and wrapped her arms around my neck.
“Good.”
After we kissed, she went back to staring at the rings.
“It should complement your engagement ring,” I said. “I gave them photographs, and they did their best to match it.”
She put the ring next to her diamond, though not on her finger. “It’s gorgeous.” She looked up at me and smiled. “I love them, but I’ve got to say, the engagement ring still has the best story behind it.”
“I agree.”
Her engagement ring was based on a toy I’d gotten out of a bubblegum machine, then hadn’t given her – but had carried around with me during the dark months when I’d flipped out and stupidly broken up with her. The gold and diamond engagement ring made up for all my regrets in not listening to my true feelings – but it was the toy that had always kept her in my heart, even when we were apart.
I noticed she kept admiring the ring and placing it next to the diamond, but never slipping it onto her finger.
“Try it on,” I suggested.
She gave me an Are you crazy? look. “No, I think that’s definitely bad luck.”
“No it’s not,” I said, and teasingly held my own ring a few inches above my finger. “See, watch – ”
“STOP THAT!” She jumped on top of me, trying to keep me from slipping on the ring.
“No, no, it’s just a superstition!” I laughed as we wrestled, her squirming on top of me as I kept the ring just out of her reach.
“Give it to me!”
I was enjoying the feel of her sliding on top of me naked. “What are you going to give me in return?”
She stopped struggling for the ring, and looked down mischievously. “Oh, you want something, do you?”
She backed up slowly along my body, her boobs swaying freely – until she lowered enough for her nipple to graze my cock.
“What do you want, baby?” she whispered seductively as her nipple traced all the way from the underside of my head all the way to my balls.
I just stared and breathed harder as her breast tickled my cock back to a full erection.
“You’re going to make me guess?” she pouted playfully. “How about… this?”
She let her breasts dangle on either side of my cock, so that she was enveloping me in her cleavage.
She began to run her breasts along the length of my shaft, caressing me with the softest skin on her body.
“Unnnh,” I moaned as my cock strained against her tits.
“Or how about… this?” she whispered, then put her face right next to my cock. First she brushed it with her cheek, nuzzling it… then she let her hair trace softly over it… and then she started licking. First on the sides, then on the edges of my crown, then on the ridge of skin right below the head.
“Oh God,” I groaned.
“Or how about… this?” she asked as she crawled up my body, straddling my torso with her legs, and slowly eased her pussy down on my cock. Not so that I was inside her, but so that her lips were against my cock, and she could slide up and down, grinding her clit into my shaft.
She was already wet, and she slipped back and forth easily along my full length.
“Do you like this?” she whispered.
“No,” I said. I grabbed her ass and moved her further up my body, to right above the tip of my straining cock. “I like this – ”
And I pushed her down at the same instant I thrust inside her.
The look on her face – her orgasmic OH! as half my cock entered her all at once – turned me on even more. So much so that I began bucking my hips and fucking her like that.
Her face was an intense mask of pleasure, a frown with closed eyes. Little “oh – oh – oh – OH” sounds escaped her, building in volume the deeper and faster I fucked her.
I loved the way her hair fell down in a wreath around her face. I loved it even more the way her breasts swayed back and forth with the motion of my body slamming into hers.
“You – fuck – me – so – GOOD,” she moaned.
After a few minutes she took over. She straightened her body into a sitting position and began riding me, bobbing up and down on my shaft. I watched with extreme pleasure the sight of my cock disappearing into that gorgeous little pussy. Every so often she would stop and grind against me, but that tortured frown and those closed eyes never stopped – until she was getting ready to come. Then she opened her eyes and looked down at me, her mouth still downturned like she was experiencing pleasure so good that it hurt.
“Oh baby… I’m going to… oh God… come with me…”
“I don’t think I can,” I grunted. It’s not that I wasn’t enjoying myself – I absolutely was – but after coming 15 minutes ago, I was going to need a little more time.
Then she reached behind her and did the thing I find absolutely impossible to resist. She used the tips of her fingernails to tickle my sack, lightly touching my skin as she rose up and down on my cock.
Immediately my balls grew tight, and I felt that delicious swell of pleasure that let me know I was getting close to the red zone. I could have fought it if I wanted, but –
“You want me to come?” I gasped.
“Yes, please – oh God – are you coming?” she wailed as she continued to tickle my balls.
“Fuck – FUCK – ” I groaned as I felt the first contraction deep in the base of my shaft.
Lily whipped her hair back and thrashed her whole body on top of me in a frenzy. “Oh God – OH GOD – OH GOD – ”
“FUCK!” I yelled as I exploded inside her, pushed over the line by her ecstatic cries.
My contractions were over long before hers were. I watched with a huge grin as she slowly stopped writhing atop me, one hand clutching her hair, that same look of tortured bliss on her face.
She collapsed on top of me and exhaled shakily. I wrapped my arms around her and caressed her neck, her back, her ass.
Then… her face still nestled in my collarbone… she held up her hand so I could see.
My ring was clutched triumphantly between her finger and thumb.
“Got it,” she muttered.
“Give that here!” I said, but she put her arm behind her back too fast for me to grab it.
She shrieked happily as we rolled across the king-size bed, me trying to get the wedding ring away from her but never quite succeeding.