Page 8 of A Very Fumbling Merry Christmas

“Take your clothes off and get over here. I want to suck your cock. Now.” Holy shit. I don’t think I’ve ever undressed so quickly in my life. I practically fall over myself to get out of my pants. My cock is straining, hard as a fucking rock, as I step toward her. I can feel her breath on my skin as I stand just far enough that she can’t reach.

“Open that pretty little mouth of yours, sweetheart.” Her eyes are alight with desire as she opens her lips, her breath ragged as she waits for me. She looks so fucking hot right now. I love a blow job as much as the next man, but this particular angle is sublime. I wrap my fist around the base of my cock and shift forward, just enough for her to dart her tongue out and lick the tip. It’s like a lightning bolt to my already amped-up erection.

I tease myself, edging back and forth, watching as she flicks her tongue, her perfect, pouty lips pressing feather-light kisses to my skin. She looks so damn hot, I can barely tear my eyes away from her lips on my cock, but I want to see every inch of her naked flesh spread out on the bed in front of me. Fuck, I need to calm down before I come in her mouth after thirty seconds of her lips on me. I take a step back, but she’s not having it. She reaches out to pull me closer, but she overreaches, pushing herself too far. Her legs fly into the air, and she fumbles to stop herself, but it’s too late.

I manage to grab her just before she hits the floor—my graceful wife. With her ass in the air, I wrap my arm around her waist and get her back up on the bed.

“For the love of God! Why can’t I do one thing that’s actually sexy?” Her cheeks are flushed as she throws her arm up to cover her eyes.

“Are you kidding me? That angle is the single sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. It’s probably good you fell when you did. I was about to shoot my load.”

“And then I ruined it.”

“You haven’t ruined anything. Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Then move back to the same position and let me take the lead.” A shy smile tugs at the corner of her lips, and I can’t wait to feel them wrapped around the raging hard-on I’m still sporting. She does as I ask, positioning her head to where she can drop it back over the edge of the bed. This time, I’m not taking any chances.

When she’s right where I want her, I reach out my hands, leaning over to cup her breasts. Trailing my fingers over her nipples and down her stomach, I make sure to keep my cock just out of reach. I want her desperate for me. She arches her back up off the bed as my hands travel lower.

“Hunter! Oh God, yes!” She can’t help herself as I caress her folds.

“You need to be quiet, love. We have guests. Do I have to give you something to keep that pretty little mouth of yours silent?”

“Yes.” I leave her on the edge of release as I stand to position myself. As she opens her mouth, I let her take as much of me as she can, and fuck, at this angle, that’s a whole lot of me. I brace my hands on either side of her for a moment, struggling for composure.

“Wow. Slow down, Faith. I want to savor the sight of you.”

I steady myself before letting my hands begin to roam her body, grinding my hips in a lazy rhythm. The wet warmth of her mouth is fucking glorious. When she lets her body relax in the knowledge that I won’t let her fall, she submits completely, allowing me to rock in and out, driving me to the brink.

“Spread your legs, Faith. Let me see how slick you are for me.” She opens for me without hesitation, a satisfied moan vibrating against my cock as I bend forward and flick my tongue over her clit. She begins to writhe, straining her legs as wide as they’ll go. I lavish her with kisses before taking a sharp intake of breath. It creates a cold sensation after the warmth of my mouth on her, and it gets the desired response.

Her hips begin to move to the same rhythm as mine while I thrust my cock deeper and deeper. Wrapping one arm around her thigh, I flick, kiss, and caress her until I know she’s close. Only then do I slide two fingers inside of her. She’s soaking wet for me. I can’t hold back the roar that escapes my chest as she climaxes, her walls tightening around my fingers as my tongue circles her clit, letting her ride out the aftershocks.

The way she’s sucking my cock right now, you’d think it was a candy cane. I’m not coming in her mouth. I want to sink balls deep into her and watch her come apart beneath me again.

It’s torturous to pull my cock from her lips, but I’m quick to pull her around until her legs are hanging over the bed.

“Why did you stop? You haven’t finished.”

“Exactly. I’m not done with you, Faith. Wrap your legs around my waist.” I stand at the edge of the bed, positioning my cock at her entrance before hammering into her with one long, hard thrust. I grip her hips, too impatient to take it slow. Her muscles spasm around my cock, pushing me to the edge of an orgasm. I can feel her climbing with me, chasing another release.

“Oh God, Hunter! Yes! Harder!” I love the breathy rasp of her voice as she begs me for more. When I can’t hold back anymore, I slide my hand between us, brushing my thumb over her clit. As soon as she spirals out of control, her pussy tightens around me, and I let myself crash over the edge with her. My orgasm pulses through me, so intense my legs begin to shake.

“Holy fuck! Faith… Jesus Christ.” I steady my elbows on either side of her, sucking her nipple into my mouth, nipping, licking, and caressing as we bask in the afterglow of our shared release.

I can’t even speak. I could stay here in this moment with my cock buried deep inside her forever. I’m bereft when I have to pull out, but I’m actually lightheaded. I slump down onto the bed, and Faith crawls under the covers, snuggling against my chest as our breaths calm, and we fall into a blissful, sated sleep of tangled limbs.

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