Page 49 of His One True Wish

“That’s it, baby,” he whispered, his lips still on my tits.

I gasped, opening my legs wider. I imagined his cock inside me as he pushed in two fingers, then three.

“Relax, baby, relax,” he whispered, his fingers moving in and out of me like a piston.

My body melted into the motion, the walls of my pussy opening up to let him in and then tightening again as he coaxed me closer to orgasm.

“I’m going to come,” I sputtered. “I’m going to … ” I couldn’t form words as his fingers drove into me again and again, his lips on my tits, sucking so hard my mind filled with stars. I floated amongst the stars, which grew brighter with every thrust of his hands, until they exploded all around me and my body released, pumping and pulsing pleasure through every cell in my body.

Voice quivering, I ground out a cry, shaking and shuddering.

“That’s my girl,” he said, his fingers sliding out of me.

I shook beneath him, my legs spread, panties still on but slick with my wetness. I looked up at him. Firelight danced behind him as he sat on his knees and took off his vest and button-down. He reached out and cupped my pussy, inhaling as if he wanted to touch the heat inside of me. Then he pulled off his black shirt and sat above me half-naked.

I scooted up and tugged at his belt, looking up at his muscular chest. His pecs were strong and pronounced, his body muscular and taut. I kept my eyes locked on his while I undid his buckle and pulled his belt free through.

His head rocked back as I unbuttoned his pants. His hard cock sprang forth at the release, stretching his black briefs.

I scooted away from him and sat on my knees. I tugged on his waistband, motioning for him to stand. He followed my lead and stood up. My face level with his zipper, I jerked him toward me and tugged his jeans fully down. His back to the fire, his body was silhouetted by the flames. He stepped out of his jeans one leg at a time, standing before me in only his black briefs.

I ran my hand over the bulge in his pants and leaned forward to press my cheek against his length.

He groaned, his hands in my hair as I rubbed my face against his erection.

I pulled his shorts down, exposing his cock to the firelight. His erection was long, wide, and veined. I reached out and gripped him with my fist. Running my finger over his tip, a drop of pre-ejaculate glistened.

I scooted forward and knelt before him. I took him in my mouth, humming and breathing around his cock as I moved back and forth. I ran my tongue over his ridges, getting him slick and wet. With every exhale, I released a moan. He reciprocated, exhaling in time with me. I looked up to see him above me, hands in my hair, his mouth half-open and eyes hooded. He was beautiful, and I loved the feeling of his dick in my mouth.

I fucked him with my lips and my tongue while he intertwined his fingers with my hair.

“Like. This. Like. This?” I gasped.

“Oh, fuck, yes, yes,” he answered, and I felt him push deeper into me. “I’m going to come, baby. I’m going to come,” he yelled.

I sucked on him harder and opened my throat as he pushed into me. He jerked and quivered as the pulsing and metallic taste of his come filled my mouth. I swallowed, my body still humming from theorgasm he’d given me. I took him out of my mouth and kissed his tip. He sank to his knees in front of me, slipped an arm under my back, and then lay down on the rug beside me.

The fire next to us, our bodies slick with sweat, we breathed together, not saying a word. His hands ran up and down the side of my body.

“Well, that was unexpected,” I said, biting my lip.

“Yes,” he said softly. He reached over to the edge of the couch and tugged on one of the blankets. Pulling it down, he threw it over us and scooted down again so our bodies were spooning. We faced the fire.

“Wow,” I said.

“You can say that again,” he said.

“Okay, wow.”

He laughed and kissed my shoulder.

“You know, if you really wanted to have a slumber party with me, you should have asked,” I giggled, wiggling my back side.

“I know you had that big bed all to yourself,” he said, his lips on my shoulder. He bit down softly, making me cry out. “It was just a little too far away. Besides, I like watching the snow from out here.”

He propped himself up on an elbow. I rolled onto my back, looking up at him. His green eyes glimmered as he looked back at me. I reached up and ran my hands along his beard, pausing to trace a line across his lips.

“Look,” he whispered. “It is our own personal snowglobe. You were right.”

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