Season's Greetings : Christmas Box Set

His fingers disappear behind his perfect lips. A look of pure bliss passes his face. I nearly come apart as he hums, sucking them clean like I’m a delicacy. “You taste even better than I imagined.” He dips his fingers in again, bringing the shiny slick to his pulsing cock. The thick vein that runs underneath it begs for my tongue.

“Look how good we look together.” I want to feel it cleave me in two, filling my long-neglected cunt. Quickly removing what’s left of my stockings, he lifts me up and leans back. “Get me wet.”

“Are you clean?”

“I showered before you got here.”

“Tested.” I struggle to make my lust-filled brain function properly. “Have you been tested? I have, and I’m on birth control.”

His eyes widen. “Yes. I should have asked that before.”

“It’s okay.” I breathe hard as he slips between my wet lips. “Yes.” Leaning back, I close my eyes, enjoying the feel of him moving between my folds and tapping my clit, over and over.

“So warm and wet.”

“For you,” I whisper. His dick twitches, and I whimper.

“I could come like this.”

“Oh God,” I whisper as my walls contract. “Me too.”

Gripping my hips, he moves me faster. “Can we come like ... this?”

“Please.”

I dig my nails into his shoulders and rock with him. I squeeze my thighs tighter, core flexing in a silent plea to be filled. The friction has me flowing like a fountain. The touch of his cock against my bundle of nerves has my head spinning. My stomach muscles clench.

“I’m close.”

“Come for me. Soak my cock and take me with you, baby.”

The nickname on his tongue pushes me the extra few feet into oblivion. My back arches as I shudder. Colors burst behind my shut eyelids. He continues to move me back and forth once, twice, and warm seed floods between my folds. Spent, I slump against him, burying my nose in his neck as I rest my head on his shoulder. Panting, he grips my hips. The thought of bruises branding me long past tonight appeal. The last relationship had been a learning experience. This is different. I liked being told what he wanted and lead. Letting go tended to be challenging, but with Sam, it’s effortless.

SAM

I pace back and forth in front of the door while Delta watches me quietly. I keep waiting for her to show her annoyance. Things are going so well, it’s a struggle not to fall wholly under her spell. Memories of Allison and her dual personalities creep in when I least expect them to.

“What’s wrong, Sam?” Delta asks.

“I’m waiting for you to show your true self.”

Her lips turn down at the corners. “What do you mean, my true self?”

“People who’ve known me my entire life don’t get me the way you do. I don’t understand how this connection we have can be real.” I snap my fingers. “And now we’re going to meet your friends, and I’m worried I’ll screw it up or you’ll get mean.” I want to stop babbling. I’m sharing everything whirling around in my brain, and like a plane crashing, I can’t disengage.

“I’m sorry you feel that way, Sam. It sounds like your last girlfriend did a number on you.”

“Allison wasn’t very nice.”

“No, she wasn’t,” Delta whispers. “There’s really nothing I can say that will put you at ease. These things take time. I can promise you I’m willing to work on it as long as you are.”

The lack of denial calms me. Her words are facts I can follow and trust in. She offers me proof over time instead of words without real meaning. Anyone can say things but showing is different. It takes dedication, honesty, and action. I pause to study the face I’m learning to decipher. Would I be able to see deceit if she was lying? Thoughts like this could drive me insane if I allowed them.

Pulling out of the thought loop that’ll lead to a spiral, I take a deep breath from my belly and release it slowly. This feeling is temporary. I’m here to meet her family and play a board game. I can handle this for the next hour or two. I can only control my response. However they choose to feel it is not my responsibility. My brain quiets, and I regain control of my overactive brain.

“I’m ready to meet them.”

“Are you sure? Because we can call this off and set it up for another night.”