Loving Kringle
“I have to sit up,” she says laughing, she does so and removes the damn thing. I watch it soar across the room, landing with her other clothes.
“It’s hideous,” I say about the sweater.
“It’s supposed to be. It’s an ugly Christmas sweater,” she says, still laughing. I suppose the pug in a Santa hat is ugly, but I don’t understand the phenomenon of wearing them. When I turn back to her, her chest is completely bared to me. Her black lace bra is dangling from her fingertips. I raise my eyebrow, she just shrugs her delicate shoulders. “I thought I’d save some time.”
“Good idea, Kitten.” I waste no further time by hooking my thumbs into the waistband of her matching panties and tug them down. She lifts her ass for me, and they come off easily. I really am a lucky bastard; I think as I take her naked body. She tosses her long blonde hair behind her; Her green eyes are shining. I run my eyes down the rest of her body. Her tiny waist flares into thick thighs and a juicy ass. She parts her thighs and gives me a peek at the heaven that resides between them.
Leaning down, I kiss her lips before moving my kisses down her chest. I take one nipple and then the other into my mouth before kissing down her tummy to the top of her pussy. She moans when my tongue hits her clit. The first taste of her is enough to drive me fucking crazy, so I continue until I reach her teeny tiny little fuck hole. I move my tongue in and out of her, mimicking what my cock wants to do. Moving back to her clit, I slide one finger into her, shallowly. She's so fucking tight it's all I can get in there. She moans and writhes on the couch, really grinding her pussy into my face. I continue to eat her out until she comes on my face.
“Ian!” she screams as she does. I continue to give her clit little licks as she comes back down. When she does, she pushes me away from her sensitive clit and sits up. Her nimble fingers unbutton my shirt and peels it off of me. Then she pushes me back into a sitting position, with my feet flat on the floor. She gets on her knees in front of me and unbuttons my jeans, opening them swiftly. Without prompting, she pulls my hard cock from my boxers and wraps her mouth around me. I should stop her, but it feels good. Too fucking good. Instead, I wrap my hands into her hair and guide her. Her hot, wet mouth feels amazing as she slides up and down my shaft, occasionally taking it too far and gagging a little. That sound is one of the hottest things I have ever heard. I don’t want to come in her mouth, so just as I am about to come, I pull her off my dick and guide her mouth to mine. I kiss her before lifting her in my arms and carrying her to bed.
My girl only deserves the best.Chapter 4DeannaI feel so safe in his arms. Safe might be an understatement. He carries me with ease to his huge bed and deposits me in the middle of it. He joins me on the bed with the caginess of a predator stalking his prey and I am here for it. He’s so sexy. His beard is soft. I love it when he touches me. I used to live for those fleeting touches, but now he can do whatever he likes to me and all of my senses are in overdrive.
“This is my first time,” I whisper into the room. I just felt like he should know about it.
“I know, Kitten. I know,” he says reassuringly before opening my thighs. “You are so beautiful.”
“Thank you. No one has ever said that to me before,” I say honestly.
“You should have been told every single day, Deanna. I’ll tell you every day just how special you are.”
“That could get boring.”
“I promise you that it won’t.” He drags his cock through my wet folds before sliding into me so slowly. Too slowly. He pushes through my cherry and I scream, not in pain, but in pleasure. I always heard it was painful, but that was delightful. He pauses a moment, letting me adjust to the sheer size of him.
“Oh God,” I whisper, my nails raking down his back.
“Come on Kitten, give me those claws,” he groans, fucking me harder and harder. He moves my legs, and this deepens his angle, his pelvis hitting my clit with every thrust. I can feel my orgasm rising and I move my hips faster in an effort to meet it head on.