Page 43 of Festive Flings

Lauren wants to go all the way, and as delighted as I am that she is ready, I don’t want her to regret a rash decision. I also want to make it special for her. It isn’t only our first time together; it is her very first time ever. She is so precious to me. I want this to be the best experience ever for her.

At first, she backs off from me, thinking I am rejecting her. As if I would.

“Flower, please, listen to me. I just want to make it special for you. You deserve for this to be special. Please, let me do this for you and for us,” I try to explain as I pull her to me. It is heartbreaking to see how fast she doubts both me and herself.

“You definitely still want to?” I quickly realise I am the problem. I am treating her like a delicate flower; no wonder she doubts me. I need to get back to being more like me. Then she will never, ever doubt how I feel about her.

“I want you more than I can tell you, Lauren. How about this? Tomorrow night, we can make it special, and if you still want to, we can go all the way and do every little thing you desire. But for tonight, I want you to lay back down on your bed and let me eat you out again and again. Let me show you exactly how much I want you. Let me show you how much I want to please you and make you happy.” I push her towards her bed. Desire flows through me, and the same desire reflects in her eyes. With the blush that covers her cheeks and her slightly parted lips, my want for her rises once more, and I start to harden again.

I make her cum with my mouth and fingers a couple more times before we eat our Chinese food. And then, when watching another Christmas special, I lick her out just one more time. She has a healthy sex drive that pretty much matches my own. Now that I have had a taste of her, I can’t stop; I just want more and more of her pulsating pussy as she cums all over my face. After the second time, she didn’t even bother putting her panties back on, which is fine by me. I have free and easy access to her beautiful pussy, and all I want is to make her cum over and over again.

She lets me sleep over at her place. Every night until last night has ended with a kiss before heading home. Tonight, I get to kiss her clit and hole as well as her mouth before we fall asleep, and I am on cloud nine about it.

In addition to the physical progress we are making, I love that she trusts me to sleep in her bed with her. Getting to cuddle her and spoon her tonight and hopefully every night from now on is a dream come true. Her beautiful soft curves against my hard body is the most exquisite feeling in the world. We fit together perfectly.

I am staying over again this evening. However, this time I hope I get to see my beautiful girl fully naked, and when she cums I want to be inside her, making sweet love to her.

We speak during the wee hours of the morning when the room is pitch dark and the rest of the world is sleeping. She confesses she is worried about being fully naked with me, but she is excited that she finally found the one to share this moment with.

I ask her about how she had envisioned this moment, and it is the usual stuff like soft romantic music playing, candles flickering around and most importantly, a sweet and tender moment.

So after we have enjoyed our morning together, I tell her I have a few jobs to do but I will be back at 7 p.m.

I hate leaving her, but I know this is only temporary and it will give me the opportunity to put everything into place.

I stop by Camden Market armed with my list of supplies that I will need. It's absolutely crammed full with Christmas shoppers, and I can't help but wish I had thought to bring Lauren with me, too.

After locating rose petals, pillar candles and handcrafted chocolates, I head back home for a shower and freshen up. The hours seem to drag by until I can go back to Lauren’s. On my way back to her flat, I pick up a bunch of flowers I had ordered earlier and then purchase a bottle of champagne from the shop next door before hailing a taxi.

Excitement and nerves bubble up inside me. I don’t think I’ve ever slept with a virgin; well, not knowingly at least. I don’t think I have ever slept with someone who I have felt this deeply for either. This night has so much riding on it because it means everything to me that I get it perfect for my perfect woman.

She opens her door in a red silk nighty with a dressing gown over it but open. Her hair is swept over one shoulder and is curled. She looks gorgeous. I know from the look on her face that she is fronting this out. She is blushing, and her big green eyes are downcast.

“Hi, Tim, come in.” I hand her the flowers and the champagne which she thanks me for. “Are you hungry? Dinner shouldn’t be too long.”

I pull her to me, kiss her hard and then whisper into her ear, “I am starving, but only for you, Flower.” I kiss her ear and lick down the outer ridge before biting the lobe playfully. She tries to pull me to her and into the bedroom. “No. Go and turn off the oven. Get two glasses for the champagne, give me ten minutes in your room alone and then you can come in.”

She nods and goes to do my bidding. I go into her bedroom and arrange the rose petals and candles. I play the Spotify list I made last night for us and lower the volume so the romantic music plays softly in the background. I light the candles, strip down to my boxers and lie on the bed. I place a rose between my teeth and wait for her.

She knocks first before gingerly entering carrying the two long stemmed glasses I requested, plus a bucket of ice for the bottle of champagne. Her face lights up when she looks around her bedroom, flashing those cute-as-fuck dimples at me.

“Tim, it's all so beautiful. I can’t believe you did all this for me. I’m so lucky. I’m so glad I waited for you.” I kneel up, pull her to me and give her the rose from my mouth.

“A flower, for my Flower. I’m glad you waited for me, too. I want to do stuff like this and make you happy for always, Lauren. You’ve come to mean so much to me. This means more to me than I can tell you.”

“I changed my mind though, Tim. Can we do it another night, please?” My heart falls to my stomach, but she smirks at me. “I’m joking, silly!”

“I’ll spank you if you carry on, missus,” I tease and she bites her bottom lip in response. “You are so naughty, Lauren… I think you might actually want me to spank you and so you are being a bad girl on purpose.”

She giggles as I pull her onto the bed and kiss down her neck. However, within those few moments, the atmosphere changes, the very heat between us changes and we start kissing each other passionately while touching each other over our clothes.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I tell her, trying to remove her dressing gown, and that’s when I notice a slight reluctance in her face, “You know I think you are beautiful, Lauren. To me you are all woman. You're absolutely perfect. I cannot wait to worship every inch of your whole body. I can’t wait to make you completely mine and to be completely yours.”

She is filled with a steely determination as she removes her dressing gown. I pull her back to the bed. “Let me?” I ask as I play with the spaghetti strap of her silk nightdress. When she gives me the nod, I pull the nightdress down to the swell of her breast giving her time to adjust and protest if she wants to. “Since that first night I have been dreaming about these bad boys. So big, round and juicy; they are fucking amazing, Lauren.” I edge the material down a little bit more.

“You like my boobs?” she asks in surprise. She evidently hasn’t paid attention to the amount of staring I have done at her tits the past couple weeks. I nod yes, and then she treats me. She tugs on the bottom of her night dress and her boobs bound out. Big, full, and complete, with large pink nipples and areola.

I groan as I latch on to one, and then the other. Palming them confirms she has more than a handful, and I am in heaven right now. “Even better than my imagination, Lauren. Fuck, these are amazing. You shouldn’t hide these babies away. Well, not from me, anyway.”

My obvious adulation and appreciation seems to feed her confidence. She becomes bolder and more daring until finally she is completely naked in the centre of the bed just like I have been dreaming of. Her pussy is slick with arousal, and it feels like she could be ready for me.

“I have been dreaming and fantasising about this moment since the night we met, Flower. I am completely and utterly besotted with you. I am falling so fast for you, and now we are going to share something that will bond us together for life. This will live in my heart forever. Do you want me to wear a condom?” She shakes her head no; we have already discussed the issue of protection, she explained that she’s on the pill to regulate her hormones.

“Tim, I will remember this forever. You will be my first, and I want you to be my last too. I think I’m falling in love with you.” Vulnerability mingles with her passion, and all I want is to give her all the words that want to spill from my heart.

“I love you, Lauren. I think I have loved you from the moment we met,” I murmur to her as I line up my rigid cock with her soaked entrance. “Don’t tense. It’ll hurt if you tense. Just try to relax. I promise I will stop if I hurt you.” She relaxes back into my embrace, and we kiss again. I try to press into her, but she is still so tight. So, I use my fingers again trying to limit the amount of pain.

I line up with her once more. “Lauren, this is going to hurt a little, but then I’ll try and make you feel better again. I’m sorry, baby.” I push with a little bit more force this time and hit her barrier of resistance. She cries out as I finally embed myself inside her.

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