I leaned my head nearer and kissed him deeply while I feathered my hand through the hair on the side of his head and caressed the outer edge of his ear.
After the kiss, I noticed he had a smirk on his face. "What’s up, Noah?" I asked innocently.
"When I eat your pussy, you usually ask me to wash off my face before you want to kiss me."
I rested my head on the pillow again and gave my shoulders a little shrug. "Yeah, I don’t know. I guess it’s not a big deal." I paused, like I was really turning it over in my mind. "I actually don’t mind the way I taste."
"Well yeah, it’s sweet," agreed Noah. "What’s not to like?" I leaned over and licked at his chin to get more even though it had mostly dried in the meantime.
I then propped myself on the pillow a bit more and surveyed the Jackson Pollock painting on my pubic mound. I wiped some cum up on two of my fingers and brought it to my lips. I had eaten and swallowed it many times and already knew what Noah’s was like, but it was all part of a show now. I licked it off my fingers as it ran down towards the second knuckles, then rolled it around my mouth with my tongue. I went back for a second helping, Noah watching closely all the while.
"You like that, do you?" he inquired.
"What’s not to like?" I smiled and raised an eyebrow suggestively.
"I wouldn’t know. Never tried it." He rolled onto his back, seemingly disinterested now.
"Well here’s your big chance." I swiped up a rather big glob and brought it towards his lips. He cringed away, eyes focusing on my fingers. "Come on, I licked my cum off your face! Have a taste," I cajoled him.
He hesitantly ran his tongue up my fingers and then retracted it to consider the taste and texture. "Open up. A little more won’t make a difference," I told him. He did as I said.
"Well?" I inquired once I saw he had had enough time to form an opinion. He shrugged his shoulders non-commitally. "I guess it’s not a big deal," I answered for him.
He shrugged his shoulders again. "No, I guess it’s not." He looked down at the rest of his load that he had doused me with.
I leaned forward and kissed him deeply again. "Noah," I said seductively when our mouths separated again, "I’d like you to clean me up with your mouth. I’d really appreciate it. Can you do that for me, honey?"
"Yes, I’ll do that for you." He moved down and began to slurp and lick the puddles of jizz. I looked down and watched him work at it diligently.
I cooed softly to let him know I was enjoying his mouth while I ran my hand through his hair. "You’re such a good hubby. You take such good care of me." The whole time though, I was plotting the next few steps I would take to make him my cuckold bitch. I didn’t expect it would be too difficult. Hadn’t he shown me tonight that he liked to watch me get fucked well, was willing to put a dick in his mouth and eat cum? Some gentle prodding and he would cave to my will and to the hidden desires I suspected he secretly harbored.
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