He stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror,
making faces and sticking his tongue out at himself. “I
hate my face.” He said.
He could hear her in the bedroom, putting away laundry
from the sound of it. “I hate my face!” He said, louder
this time so she would hear his complaint.
She appeared in the doorway with an armload of towels.
“What are you babbling about?” she asked.
“My face. I hate it.”
“Well, I like it.” She pushed past him to put the towels
away, then stopped behind him to smile at his
reflection. “It’s one of my favorite faces.”
“My nose is too big.”
“It’s perfect.”
“Well, you like big noses, so of course you’d say that.”
She sighed, resting her head on his shoulder as she
stared at his reflection. “You could use a haircut,
love, but other than that, you look fine.”
“My hair?” He ran his fingers through the sides, again
watching his mirror image do the same. The natural curl
she so envied made the locks twist around his fingers.
“I thought I might grow it out a bit. Shoulder length.
What do you think?”
She wrinkled her nose at him. “I like it short. In the
front anyway. A little length in the back is okay.” They
stood in silence a moment. “Of course, if you do grow it
longer,” She teased, “it would give me something to hold
on to when your licking and sucking and…”
He laughed, startling her. “The way you carry on, I’d be
bald in a minute!” He dodged her playful slap, grinning
wickedly. “Besides, as I recall, last night you managed
to get a good grip as it was.”
“Beast.” Her face flushed red, but she laughed along
with him. “If that’s the way you feel, then I guess
tonight you won’t have to worry about that.”
“Well, that’ll be your loss, won’t it?”
“Yes,” she agreed. “And yours.”
Turning, she walked out of the bathroom, knowing he
would follow. “Would you want your children to have this
nose?” He demanded.
“Yes.”
“You’re infuriating.”
“I’m infuriating? I’m infuriating?” She grabbed a pillow
from the bed and threw it at him, smiling at the thump
as it hit him. “I don’t know why you’re so insecure
about this. You know I like your face. You should take
my word for it and not question it.” She crossed the
room to retrieve the pillow, tossing it back on the bed.
“Right?”
“Humph.” Turning toward the mirror on the vanity, he
frowned. “I still have a good body, though, don’t you
think? It would impress just about any woman who saw me
with my clothes off. Wouldn’t it?”
“Oh?” She raised an eyebrow, her lips set in a thin
line. “And just what other women will be seeing you
naked?”
He grinned. “No one, dear. It was a hypothetical
question.”
“Keep it that way.”
He laughed, following her again as she left the bedroom
with a full laundry basket. “You, Mr. Man,” she said, at
the bottom of the stairs. “You could have offered to
carry this for me.”
“I could have… but you need to build muscles so the
next time we wrestle, I don’t have to let you pin me.”
“Let me? Let me?!” She dropped the basket outside the
garage door. “I pinned you fair and square, buddy boy.”
Stabbing her finger into his chest, she prodded him back
towards the living room. “You can deny it, but we both
know it.”
“Deny what? Why shouldn’t I let you pin me. I like my
woman on top.”
“Augh!” She grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him
against her. Her kiss caught him by surprise, but he
recovered quickly, sliding his arms around her waist and
holding her close. Leaning into the kiss, she brought
her arms up around his neck, pressing her body against
his. With this kiss, she meant business, the heat
quickly building between them.
Her hands slid down his back, tugging at his shirt to
free it from his slacks. He smiled into the kiss,
beginning to tug at her clothing as well. Breaking the
contact, she leaned away from him, and impish grin on
her face. “Wanna fool around?” She purred.
He nodded. She reached up to the collar of his shirt, so
he dropped his arms, wanting to give her easy access as
she undressed him. But to his surprise, she grabbed a
handful of his shirt, stepped forward, and executed a
perfect Judo hip throw.
Caught off guard, he went down easily. She didn’t slam
him down on the floor, laying him down gently instead.
Before he could recover, she straddled his chest,
grabbing his hands as they reached for her. Fingers
locked, she pressed his arms down, pinning him under
her. Leaning over, she kissed him, long and hard.
“You’re pinned.” She whispered.
Tossing her head, she flipped her hair from her face,
smirking at him. “I certainly am pinned.” He admitted.
“But now that you have me at your mercy, what are you
going to do with me?”
“Let you go, of course. I just wanted to prove that I
can pin you. You don’t ‘Let me.'”
“Let me go?” He sighed, closing his eyes. “I knew it.
It’s the nose. It’s too big, and you’re just completely
turned off by it.”
“You’re driving me nuts, you know that?” She leaned back
down, kissing the tip of his nose, the bridge, working
her way up to his forehead. Planting a trail of kisses
along his hairline, she worked her way across his face,
avoiding his lips completely.
“You know what they say about men with big noses?” She
asked, her voice low and sexy. Sitting up, she reached
around behind her, her hand finding the bulge in his
slacks easily. She squeezed gently, rewarded immediately
as his cock grew harder under her touch. “Well, I guess
that’s true.” She laughed.
“Are you just going to tease me?” He asked.
“Probably.” She leaned over and kissed him again,
inching backwards so she could kiss his throat. “You
know me. I’m just a cock tease. I never come through on
anything.” Her tongue traced his collar bone until the
shirt got in the way. “Isn’t that right?”
His only response was to groan. Unbuttoning his shirt,
she kissed her way down his chest, his stomach, licking
his navel until he laughed. Already she could smell him,
as she unbuckled his belt and opened his pants, moving
slowly, taking time to pet and stroke him through the
material. “I think we’ll just get these out of the way.”
She said, tugging off his pants and underwear, tossing
them aside. “We don’t need them anymore.”
She took a moment to study his erection, the swollen
head, the river of pre-cum that ran down the long shaft.
While her usual plan of attack was to lick and kiss the
head slowly, teasing him with her tongue before she took
him in her mouth, today she wanted to catch him off
guard. In one quick motion, she enveloped his cock,
sucking immediately.
She heard him swear, and he pushed himself up on his
elbows so he could watch her. She even obliged him by
turning so he could see her profile, watching his cock
disappear between her lips over and over again.
Her hands slid up along his legs, up his thighs,
slipping around the curve of his ass while she sucked
her way down his cock. He shuddered as she squeezed the
soft flesh, kneading it with her fingers. After a
moment, she pulled away, sitting back on her knees as
she stared at him. Oh, how he loved the smoldering love
and lust in her eyes. Licking her lips, she kissed the
head of his cock, again bringing her hands up his legs
to caress his ass.
Sliding her tongue along the sensitive underside, she
brought her warm wet mouth to his balls, sucking on them
softly. His fingers entwined into her hair, his body
shaking as she raked her nails across his ass cheeks,
down his thighs, letting her hands fall away as she
leaned back again to look at him. “Ready to cum, baby?”
she asked in a throaty purr.
“Oh god yes,” he answered. She smiled. “In my mouth, or
on my face?” She asked softly.
“Oh god!” he moaned. Sitting back on her knees, she
pulled her shirt over her head, smiling wickedly. He was
on his feet in a second. “Let me hold this, sweetie.”
she said, wrapping her fingers around him, guiding his
cock to her waiting lips. The anticipation was too
great, and he knew he wouldn’t last very long.
His body tensed, and she leaned away, feeling the first
wet splotch of cum hit her cheek. Closing her eyes, she
felt the gooey hot liquid cover her face, dripping down
to her chest. It was in her hair, on her neck, on her
forehead. It was everywhere.
Something stroked the side of her face; he was using his
cock to clean the cum from her cheek, bringing it to her
lips. She slurped it off, licking his cock with broad,
flat strokes of her tongue. He helped clean her off, his
cock staying hard from all the attention.
Dropping to his knees, he kissed her, holding her sticky
face in his hands. “Have I told you lately how much I
love you?” He asked.
“You never tell me often enough,” she answered. He
stiffened as her fingers brushed his cock, stroking him.
“But I think, right now, you can take me upstairs and
show me…”
“You mean, you want to make love to a man with a huge
nose like this?” he asked, helping her to her feet.
“Not if you’re going to start that again.” She leaned
against him, giving him a kiss on his nose. “If you’re
going to keep whining like this, then you will be
sleeping alone.”
“Uhm, you know, I think my nose is majestic.” He kissed
her again, following her towards the stairs. After all,
he wasn’t a fool.