(Yes… it’s erotica… be warned)
She stared at herself in the mirror as she added the dark plum to her pink lips. The color was striking against her pale skin; a complete change from her normal crimson shade.
Smacking her lips together, she took one last look at her face, ensuring her makeup was even and blended well. Her cat eye liner and cream color shadow accentuated her green eyes, making them appear larger than normal. She lifted a hand to her hair, loosening the clip to allow her curls to fall down her back. Running her finger through the soft tresses, she applied a last coat of hair spray and sauntered into the bedroom.
As she reached for the dress which hung on the back of her door, her husband walked in, toying with his cuffs.
“Can you clasp these for me…” he stilled when he saw her; in nothing other than her black lace bra and panty set. Coupled with her new lipstick, his gaze made her self-conscious.
“Is it too much?” she asked sheepishly, ready to run back to the bathroom to remove the offending shade.
His eyes narrowed as their pupils dilated. He stalked toward her, his sleeve all but forgotten. He invaded her personal space, pushing her back against the wall as his hand wrapped around her hair.
“On your knees, now.” Her heart fluttered at his command; his tone was not one meant to disobey.
“I need to see those lips wrapped around my cock.”
He unzipped his pants, reaching in to pull himself out. She licked her lips before opening for him, rolling her tongue around his head, tasting the salty drop which had escaped. She took him as far as she could, licking from base back to tip before releasing him with a soft “pop”.
His moans urged her on as she continued to lap and suck, growing wetter as the moments passed. She felt him thicken in her mouth, pulsating as his orgasm neared. When she reached up to cup his balls, the hand in her hair pulled her harder against him. Hand against the wall behind her, he thrust into her waiting mouth. With a grunt, warm liquid spilled down her throat, and she made effort not to spill one drop.
Smiling to herself, she kissed the tip of his cock before leaning back onto her legs. She looked up to catch his hooded gaze. “Fuck, that’s hot,” he huffed, looking at his stiff, wet, shaft.
She shifted her gaze to match his, and noticed it coated with her lipstick. A dark ring around the base was evident, as well as smears running the length of the shaft.
He grasped her chin in his hand as he tilted her head up. “It’s a great color. Reminds me my angel has a wicked side.”
She giggled as she stood. She was about to offer him a towel when she changed her mind. Grabbing onto his shaft one more time, she wrapped her lips around the head, just under his ridge. When she removed them, another perfect plum ring remained.
“Keep it there all night,” she purred. “I want to come home and see myself still around you.”
He kissed her forehead as he adjusted himself back into his pants. She clasped his cuff-link and donned her dress and heels, just before fixing her smeared lips. Hand in hand, they walked into the night.