Congratulations

He wore a dark grey suit, white shirt, and black tie. It was well into the evening and he smelled faintly of his cologne and a bit like the end of a wildly productive day.

He'd been winning all week. More than he could have imagined. The fruits of hard work done months and years before finally paying off.

He opened the door to their simple, beautiful two-story home. Set down his bag, kicked off his black shoes, and walked to the leather chair in his study just to the right of the home's entrance.

A glass with two large cubes of ice was filled nicely with his favorite bourbon. He loosened his tie and leaned back to savor the first sip.

She wore 4 inch black heels, black lace panties, and a matching bra. She sat in their bedroom, lightly sweating with anticipation. She smelled of a fresh shower and the light, slightly erotic perfume he liked best.

She waited until she knew he had taken more than a sip, likely had his eyes closed.

Her heels clicked against the perfectly polished hardwood.

He noticed nothing until her hand was on his thigh and her breath against his cheek.

He looked into her hungry eyes and smiled.

She bent down, kissed his lips, and moved her hand to the bulge at his center. Semi-hard already, relaxed from the bourbon.

She gripped gently as her lips tasted the caramel-vanilla sweetness of his mouth.

As he put the glass down, she tasted the flesh of his neck, the prickly stubble of a difficult but successful day.

She quickly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, running her hand on top of his now rock hard member over his cotton boxer briefs. She loved doing this, loved the way his flesh felt beneath cotton. Loved the way he responded.

He watched her kneel down, watched her smile as she breathed heat onto his center. Seeing her, watching her warm, soft body, catching her scent... the head of his cock began pulsing, the veins growing thick with anticipation.

Her hand pushed down his boxer briefs, her eyes grew wide at the sight of his pulsing cock. She always loved the sight of him. Every single time. She never grew tired of the effect she had on him, never tired of seeing him at full arousal because of her.

Her tongue flicked the round, large head and he said her name... and moaned from deep within.

She traced the lines of his veins... all the way down to his balls... taking each one gently into her mouth... her tongue then tracing all the way back up. She absorbed the pre-cum at the opening of his cock, tasted his salty, wonderful taste. She could not get enough of him, could not have enough of the sound of his voice, his desire.

He placed his hand in her hair and held her as she placed one of her hands on his thick shaft, stroking up and down as her mouth swirled and danced on his massive, engorged head.

He picked up the bourbon, drank another long sip... and then put both hands on her head, guiding her up and down, up and down... then, he held her still, thrust just bit inside... and let out a loud, angry grunt as the first spurts of his semen poured forth onto her tongue.

His cum was thick, hot, and plentiful. Dripping down her lips, onto her chest.

She savored all she could, then looked up at him and smiled.

She told him she wasn't done with him... and took his hand and the half-empty glass of bourbon and led him to their bedroom.