I stood next to her she smelled like flowers and expensive perfume. I sat their listening to what she said while trying hard not to get hard from looking at her sweet tits. Oh god how I love the flesh. Her flesh. Her normal size breasts were anything from normal to me. They were the promise to heaven. So were her eyes. Beautiful brown mystical swirls that hinted at mystical pleasures. I could feel her entirely the hot heaviness building inside her chest and seeping down to tease her loins. I could only imagine what it was like for her. The anticipation of our wedding day building inside of her. My dick was already hard. She was dressed in that beautiful white dress. A veil concealing a face I already knew too well but was more beautiful each time I saw it and I yearned to see it again. "Please just lift the veil for a moment" I pleaded still staring at her beautiful gateways to paradise. She was dusky. Latina. I was rich and white and a little dull. She was poor but rich and fiery of spirit.
"No, no, no." she said with a faint accent and a wave of her painted fingers. Red. Blood red. Just the same as her lips should be I knew.
"Tell me again why red?"
"Because, it's my favorite color." She pouted in mock defense. Although it was only her favorite color after she found out it was mine long ago when we first met.
The first hand job she gave me her nails were pink. The first time we met. I thought to myself reliving our sultry past. I moaned that she was sooo dirty and turned me on, when I came on her pink shirt by accident. She cried after that for she was attracted to me but ashamed of what she did outside the church while mass was still going on. I tried my best to cheer her to make her laugh and ease her guilt. Her tears dried quickly and when I told her I loved her she smiled, took the cum from her shirt with the edge of her pink finger nail and daintily lifted it to her outstretched tongue and tasted my essence. She tilted back her head and placed her finger up in the air above her fresh with a good helping of my man batter and let the cum slowly drip from her finger then down to her tongue and passed through her throat, looking me in the eye the whole time. She then smiled her wicked smile and told me she loved me too. That was how we first met. Love and lust at first site.
"And besides, it's my wedding. You understand that?" a bit of the domineering in her voice "No man's day is this. This is purely a woman's day. My day and you won't ruin it by spunking me with your jizz before the big moment. Understand?" she pointed a finger at me in a way that only a women can, I have never seen a man point the way she did.
I nodded my head playing the subservient and Said" Yes love."
"Look at you. You're getting even harder just by looking at me!" she said trying to cover her deep cleavage that the dress gave her with her arm. "Close your fucking eyes!" she said with language born from a poor upbringing, with fire born from a big spirit, and with a sexy Latina accent. But she was pointing at me again. My pretty angel standing their pointing at me in that way. well I just couldn't help from laughing a little. It was a mistake. The next thing I knew my cheek was smarting from a slap I barely saw it was so fast.
"I couldn't help it." I rubbed my cheek trying to put some life back into it where I knew it must be bright red with my pale skin. "That was hardly proportionate to my laugh by the way."
"Serves you right." She said, and sat back down opposite me satisfied. She was right about this being 'her' day and she was satisfied so I didn't argue further. I closed my eyes, so as not to get a hard on.
"Sorry sweetheart. Remember when I bought you that car."
"How could I forget? It was my first birthday being with you. I thought he must be really rich or he must truly love me a lot. I found out it was both. Now why are your eyes closed?" she questioned me.
"Do you love me as much as I love you?" I went on. She forgot about how stupid I looked answering my important simple question with a serious simple answer.
"More." She said softly "I love you more" she said seriously. I smiled knowing that that would be our argument in the future. "Look at you with your eyes closed and smiling like an idiot. O-pen your eyes "she said the last sentence slowly as you would to someone dumb and couldn't understand a normal sentence." I opened them. And my eyes went again to her tits and I instantly got hard from this breath taking beauty that I was going to spend the rest of my life with. The romance. Her tits. The lewdness of me getting hard in the church with relatives and friends just outside the sound proof room that was normally reserved for a playroom or any event that was too noisy. All that just served to make me more solid. I knew she felt a measure of this passion too though she went on about how we mustn't make love before the wedding.
She stood up took half a step to cover the distance between us then knelt down adjusting the flowing hem of her dress so to best preserve it. My dick was pulsing in time with my heart now. She ran one hand through her wavy hair reaching the other towards my pants undoing my belt with one hand; she was skilled at things like that. "Now I'm only gonna suck you because I don't want you standing with an erection while you watch me walk down the aisle" she said with a little bit of greed in her voice. She loved to suck me, it turned her on and on this special day I could tell she was doubly eager by the way she hurriedly undid my belt and the clasp on my trousers but slowly unzipped my fly with her eyes closed.
She enjoyed the sound of a man's fly being unzipped and what that foretold. One second two seconds almost three seconds it took her pulling down my zipper before my seven inch thick cock jumped out. It looked like it belonged to a monster you could see the sharp contrasts of color; red pink skin with a tinge of purple at the head of my cock from the blood flowing through blue veins that popped out so much that it was as if the veins were outside the pale skin rather than in.
Then she said in a voice that was first a lustful whisper than a hushed exclamation than a laugh. "Oh mio. Dios mio. Thank you god mmm." With that she held on to the base of my shaft with one hand enjoying the feeling of my prominent pulse. Thump thump thump thump. My heart was beating fast.
