Christmas Carol

She turns around with a saucy look on her face.

“What do you mean?” she asks, and she sounds innocent, but I’m starting to think I’m being played.

“Why do I get the feeling you know exactly what you’ve been doing to me, Carol?” I growl.

“Because you’re smart, but just a little slow,” she sasses turning to face me.

Son of a bitch.

“You want me to fuck you?” I ask, wanting to make things clear, because I still feel more than a little out of my depth. Taking a woman’s virginity is no small thing—even if I’ve technically done way with the mechanics of it all.

“Like you wouldn’t believe, Cyrus,” she admits, her voice soft, but full of hunger.

“I’ll try to be gentle then,” I tell her, hoping like hell I can live up to that promise.

“Don’t be. I’ve been waiting for you for twenty-seven years, Cyrus. I think after all of that time, I deserve for you to…”

“For me to what?” I prompt her.

“To fuck me like you mean it,” she exhales.

I don’t wait any longer. I carry her to the bedroom we’ve been sharing, thankful that damn dog of hers is outside enjoying some rare sunshine and warmer temperatures. When I put her back down on her own feet, I back her up against the wall.

“You’re playing with fire, Bebé,” I warn her.

“Oh, I-” I cut her off with a forceful kiss, immediately shoving my tongue into her mouth and ravaging the inside. She’s worked me up to the point that I barely know if I’m coming or going.

Carol moans into my mouth, hands grasping at my clothes and my body. Her nipples are hard tight peaks that I can feel through the sheer material. I grind one against the palm of my hand.

I pull away, noticing that both of us are breathing hard.

“I’m going to make you feel so fucking good, Carol,” I promise. “I’m going to make us both feel good.”

“I know,” she breathes, the words thready and hungry. I reach down and grab the collar of the flimsy dress and rip it open. Buttons fly off as the material tears, and Carol lets out a gasp of surprise. Her breasts are covered by a lacy red bra, and I undo the latch quickly, letting it fall unheeded to the ground. Her breasts bounce slightly, and I watch, mesmerized. They are round, supple perfect globes and I need them in my mouth more than I need to breathe.

I suck on the right nipple while pinching the other in my hand. Carol lets out a surprised squeak, but it soon turns into a hunger filled moan. I can’t find it in myself to be gentle, and I leave red marks along the way, nibbling and biting on her, because I soon discover Carol likes just a touch of pain with her loving. Since I enjoy that too, it’s just another sign we’re perfect for one another.

I release her nipples from my lips and worked my way up her chest and up her neck, sucking and leaving marks all the way. She moans louder as I nibble along her collarbone, teasing and torturing her as surely as she has been me today.

I pull back slightly to admire her body, taking in the rosy streaks on her skin, evidence of my touch. I kiss her again now, unable to go without her taste on my lips, as my tongue thrusts in her mouth and I teach her to kiss me as if I was fucking her mouth—which I will soon do with my cock.

Carol gathers my shirt in her hand, tugging on it weakly, silently pleading for me to take it off. I break away from her mouth only to tear it off and toss it over my shoulder. as if asking me to take it off. I pause quickly to tear it off and toss it over my shoulder.

I pull back enough to look at Carol’s beautiful body. It’s glistening and flushed. She’s so hungry for the pleasure I can give her it shows everywhere. She’s naked now, except for her panties and I’ve never seen anyone more beautiful. Carol’s panties are cute and dainty and hug her curves in all the right places. They are also slick against her pussy. God, she’s so wet for me. I run my hands along her thighs, teasing her. She moans, her hips rocking out toward me.

“Please,” she begs, her voice filled with lust and hunger.

I stroke her slit from the outside of her panties. Her legs shake as I reach her clit. As fun as this is, I can’t wait any longer, though. I tear the panties from her body. Carol eagerly helps kick them free, exposing her pussy to the air. It’s coated in her excitement, the wetness even painting her thighs.

“You’re so fucking wet already and I haven’t even fucked your sweet little cunt yet,” I groan, her sweet scent filling the air.