Big Man For Christmas

It sends me to the edge like I am still a teenager.

Carley’s eyes open, locking onto mine. There’s light in those eyes, and new fire. She’s ready for me. Leaning forward, she’s the one who kisses me this time as she rocks her hips. Even the tiniest movement is enough to make us both shiver.

It’s like the last time. Our bodies seemed to sync up that night and create passion and pleasure that two virgins didn’t have any right too. It was amazing, but it was also short. Frantic. Beautiful. I want this to be more.

I lean back onto the porch and bring her with me so we’re face to face while she’s on top of me, and we both have more leverage. Dropping my hands to her hips, I guide her as she rocks, winding up into a rhythm.

She closes her eyes and works herself up and down my cock, lips parting in pleasure as she searches for what makes her feel good. I love watching her, seeing the tiny movements of her face that tell me when she finds the perfect angle. I’ll remember them for later. And when her mouth drops open further in a moan, I help her. Locking her in place, I thrust up sharply, burying myself in her again, and again, and again.

Carley’s eyes open, locking on mine again as we both move. Faster now that we’ve found what we need. Both of us desperate for this release. I need to see her come. Want to hear the moans that I remember—the way her voice turns throaty and deep as she cries out in perfect pleasure.

Reaching between us, I search for her clit with my fingers—something I had no knowledge of the first time we were together. I touch her, sliding across her skin with her own wetness, and she shudders. “Casey,” she says, her voice already turning to that tone I remember. “Please.”

I let myself go. Pulling her hips down onto me I fuck her hard, driving myself up into her with frenzied strokes exactly where she needs me to. Every thrust lets me grind against her clit, and I watch Carley lose her breath entirely. She sits back, still riding me, head thrown back as she surrenders completely, and comes.

The sounds she makes bring me straight to the edge. Her pussy grips my cock like the best kind of vise and suddenly I’m right there, unable to hold back. And I’m not wearing a condom. Fuck.

“Carley,” I say, unable to stop pushing into her, trying to hold myself back. “I’m going to—I’m not wearing—”

Carley drops down to kiss me, still panting from her own orgasm. “It’s okay,” she murmurs. “Please. I need you to.”

I see white, orgasm ripping through me like a lightning storm. It’s the sharpest, sheerest pleasure I’ve ever experienced, and I can’t stop fucking her, wanting more, needing more. I explode inside her, pure male satisfaction filling me as I spend myself into this woman that I’ve loved my entire fucking life.

She whimpers in my ear, Pussy spasming in a second orgasm, and she holds onto me as I fuck us both into pleasure. Until it fades and we’re both trying to get back the breath that we’ve lost.

Carley pushes up and back and entirely in the other direction until she’s laying on my legs, still impaled by my cock. I sit up, drawn by the urge to see that. The last time I didn’t have a chance to see my dick buried inside her and I want to see that. But even now, her pants are too in the way to really see it clearly.

She starts to shiver. It is cold out here in spite of the heater. I should get her inside. Then I hear the growing sound. Carley isn’t shivering—she’s laughing. And it grows until it’s nearly that laugh from this afternoon. My cock hardens inside her again, just like I told her. Her laughter is like an injection of steel directly into my dick.

“I thought I had imagined it,” she says, recovering from her laughter. “That I had made it seem better than actually was. But holy shit, Casey. Holy shit.”

That makes me laugh. “I thought the same thing. That it couldn’t possibly have been that good. But it was.”

She sits up again, wrapping her arms around my neck. “This was better.”

“Yes, it was.” She squeezes down on me, and it pulls a sound from me that makes her grin. “You’re wicked.”

Carley blushes. “No, I’m really not.”

I chuckle. “I disagree. Anyone who can milk a cock like that? Completely wicked.”

She only turns pinker, and I love that color on her. I’m more than determined to see if the rest of her turns that color. I want to see if the color of her pussy matches the color of her lips. The color of her nipples. How she flushes when my lips taste every fucking inch of her skin.