His Christmas Gift

I flipped him over and decided to restrict him even further. First, the blindfold though. The black satin was tied tight around those clear blue eyes, putting him in the dark.

And once he was restrained and blindfolded, I sat myself in his lap, facing away, and rode him reverse cowgirl. Unnnh, that felt good as his massive tool made its way up my sweet slit. While he groaned in frustration at not being able to touch or see what was happening, I just went with it. Leaning forwards, I pressed my thighs while enjoying his massive member, wishing that the feeling wouldn’t end.

But all good things must come to an end, even if it’s only briefly. Once he burst in my pussy, spraying my vaginal channel with semen, I climbed off of him, pussy dripping, and left to use his bathroom for a few minutes, leaving him cuffed and blindfolded in the bed.

When I returned, the play only continued. I sat on his face, grinding my snatch against his mouth, the man lapping at my slit while eating his own come. As he did, I got to work on him, sucking on his rapidly hardening rod, drinking the remnants of our previous romp. Sometimes, we would slow down whenever the other was busy getting theirs, but we kept a magnificent rhythm going that soon ended in him spurting in my mouth, the seed hot, goopy and delicious.

We had sex so many times that morning that I honestly lost count. And once we were finished, I lay in bed, dazed, confused, and yet satisfied. Because we’d just sworn not to date. So what had happened? All I knew was that it was more than a hook-up for sure. This man meant something to me … and just what wasn’t clear.

12

Shawn

I was drained, unbelievably spent and euphoric all at once. The incredible session with Laurie had lasted all that morning. However, as the afternoon came, confusion began to reign again.

In the heat of the moment, I hadn’t bothered asking her what exactly motivated her to come to my place. I didn’t need a reason, the brunette was that hot. But as we sat in bed, holding each other and simply breathing, I couldn’t shake my thoughts.

“So, why’d you come over?” was my low growl. “I mean, I get it. Everything we did kind of speaks for itself.”

“But?” she asked.

“After everything that’s been said and done, I just… I want to know what you’re thinking. I need to know where you are. I don’t want to go forward with false hopes.”

Her silence was painful and felt like an eternity, even though it was only a few seconds.

“I don’t want to stop seeing you,” she said finally.

“You understand that I want more than just what we’ve had though, right?”

“I do understand. I want more, too.”

I was in genuine disbelief. “You do?”

She turned to look at me. Her beautiful face was only a few inches away from my own, those caramel eyes enough to drown in.

“Yes,” she replied. “I wasn’t sure what I was feeling when I got in the car and drove here, but knowing I wasn’t going to see you anymore flipped a switch inside. I’m having it too good to just let some other girl at your new job have you,” she added playfully.

We laughed together. I took her hands, kissing them.

“So, you kinda like me, huh?” was my grunt. Embarrassing as it was to admit, my heart was in my throat. And she turned to me, eyes wide and genuine.

“I really like you,” she said. “I have to say, I’m intrigued that you think you could fall in love with me.”

“I don’t think it’ll take that long, to be honest.”

She smiled then, pressing her lips to mine and we kissed, passionately and slowly, with no intent for it to carry on to something else. It was a kiss of love, not of sex, and one of the first times we’d locked lips without the intention of getting physical.

“Mmm,” I growled, holding her tight. “That was good. So what do we do now?”

“I don’t know,” was her slow admission.

“You going to keep me a secret from your mom?” I asked.

“I hadn’t thought much about my mom, actually.”

“I won’t be offended if you don’t want to tell her about us,” were my words. “Considering she just wanted you to fire me, I get you keeping things on the down-low.”

“I don’t think she’ll ever approve of me dating an intern, unfortunately,” said Laurie tightly.

“Hey,” I said, slightly offended. “To be fair, I’m not an intern anymore. I’m a writer’s assistant now. I’ve gotten quite a promotion.”

She shot me a sympathetic grin. “I don’t think that’ll change Rowena’s opinion. She’s quite the snob.”

“Well, whatever you choose to do, I’ll be fine with it.”

Laurie pondered for a few moments before getting a surge of bravado.