Page 47 of Screw Christmas
My pussy grew moist, the evidence of my arousal beginning to saturate my panties. “I’m that good?” I gasped as his hand left my mound and made its way up my body to grasp the opening of my blouse. With one forceful jerk, the buttons of the shirt went sailing across the room in all directions.
Biting down on my lower lip, I waited anxiously as his lips continued their journey along my collarbone to the valley between my breasts. He nipped at one of my nipples over the lace of my bra, just hard enough to make me yelp, but light enough that the pain was quickly followed by a surge of pleasure that increased the yearning between my legs.
As his mouth teased my other nipple. I slipped one hand between us to stroke the ridge of his dick over his jeans. He moaned, nipping a little harder on my nipple this time.
Moaning, I undid the front of his jeans, and slid my hand down the front of his pants. Grasping his dick which already felt like granite, I began to gently stroke him. His mouth stopped its teasing momentarily as a low, feral growing sound came from him before his body started rocking with my hand, his pelvis thrusting as I stroked him.
“Ah baby. I’ve missed you.” He buried his head between my breasts, as he pushed his jeans and underwear down over his hips and let the denim crumple to the floor.
Releasing his shaft, I slid my hands to his ass and pulled him down tighter to me. Dammit, why did we have some many articles of clothing on? It was suffocating. “Please, Dylan. I need you. Now.”
Picking his head up, he pulled back and straightened. Grabbing the bottom of his shirt, he pulled it up and over his head, tossing it to the floor. Stepping out of his jeans and boxer briefs, he kicked them to the side, leaving himself completely naked standing at the edge of the bed.
His body was stunning. Every muscle defined from his broad chest and strong shoulders which came from years of manual labor, not sweating away in a gym. My eyes dipped lower, to the trail of hair that started at his navel and grew thicker as it reached his dick.
Smiling he threw his hands up and did a slow turn. “Do you remember making sweet love to this body?” When he was facing me again, there was a grin on his face, but the desire in his eyes was unmistakable.
“I vaguely remember it.”
“Is that so?”
“Maybe.” I didn’t remember completely, but what I did remember was the way he had made me feel. Just thinking about the pleasure that came with being with him sent shivers through me.
“Well, let’s just see if I can do better this time.”
“Wh—” Before I could finish he was on me, his hands quickly undoing the front of my jeans, yanking them down with my underwear, leaving me bare from the waist down. Sliding up further on the bed, I pulled my knees up and spread my legs, slowly moving my legs back and forth drawing his eyes to my pussy as I shrugged off my now destroyed shirt and tossed my bra to the floor.
“Tease.”
Giving him a saucy smile, I shrugged. “Not being a tease when I’m offering for you to fuck me senseless.”
His body tensed, the muscles noticeably tightening moments before he pounced, landing on me, but bracing the majority of his weight with his hands on either side of my head. Sitting back on his heels, he slipped my legs over his shoulders and without hesitation slammed his dick deep into me.
“Damn, you’re a perfect fit. Perfect…”
I screamed out, the sudden jolt of pleasure leaving me lightheaded as his cock invaded my core, his girth stretching me wide. He didn’t hesitate, pulling back and slamming deep into me a second time. Clutching the blanket under me, I lifted my head and watched as his dick, gleaming from my juices, pulled out and slammed back into me, with each thrust taking me higher and higher.
“God, oh God, you need to slow down.”
If he heard me, he didn’t let on as he slid a hand between us, spreading my pussy lips wide, and began to stroke my clit, stroking it in time with his punishing thrusts. My breasts bounced with each thrust. I couldn’t react or move; I was at his complete and utter mercy.
“So hot and wet for me. Tell me how much you need it.”
“I need it! God, I need it!”
The coil inside my stomach tightened, so tight that I was seconds from falling apart. “Pleassse…” I managed to utter, seconds before it shattered inside of me, my pussy clenching around his dick and then releasing, sending me into an oblivion of pleasure that left me short of breath and dizzy.
He groaned but wasn’t finished with me yet. Releasing my legs, he lowered himself onto me and his pace slowed. So excruciatingly slow. And just like that, it was as if the orgasm hadn’t happened, and I was aboard the roller-coaster ride of pleasure once more.
But this time he was torturing me, moving slowly, pulling out just enough that he was barely breaching my core and then sliding back into me. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I attempted in vain to make him speed up, but he refused.
“Look at me. I want you to be looking in my eyes when you come.”
Slowly, I opened my eyes and stared up into his. My breath caught in my throat as I saw a kaleidoscope of emotions in his eyes. Yearning, hunger, affection—love.
“I love you.” The words were out of my mouth without a thought.
A smile touched his lips as they came crashing down onto mine as he thrust into me one final time and moaned against my lips, releasing into me, his body vibrating as the force of his cum pummeling my insides swept me up with him. My body clenched and my pussy begged him to stay deep inside of me as a wave of relief and pleasure washed over me making us one in every way.
