“I’m not mad.” She assures me while still glaring at me, “But if you play that movie, you can kiss my breakfast bacon goodbye.”
“Not the bacon!” I shout dramatically.
“All the bacon. Gone. Say hello to wheat toast with no butter or jam.”
“You’re the real grinch.” I accuse.
She’s smiling triumphantly as we leave the winter wonderland behind and head for the botanical gardens.
We didn’t spend much time at the gardens. And we never made it to the parade. All my plans crashed and burned when Gabriella pulled me behind a heavily decorated Christmas tree and told me she wanted to see my apartment.
It was a long drive back to my apartment. Gabriella couldn’t keep her hands to herself, rubbing and squeezing my thighs. Her hands wandered while I kept my focus on the road. She drove me mad the entire way home. As soon as the door closed behind us, I was guiding her to the couch. I want her in my bed but it’s too far away and I need to taste her now.
Her giggles stop once I have her pussy bare before me.
Gabriella’s hands tangle in my hair and she uses her grip to direct my head wherever she wants. I start with long slow licks trailing up her slit and rubbing against her clit with my broad tongue. Her hands twist my hair tightly and she pulls me closer. I dip my tongue into her pussy and savor her taste as she groans above me. Impatient little brat. I’ve been envisioning this woman coming apart under my tongue all day long. Dying for a taste. She’s not going to rush me. To soothe her I flick my tongue rapidly against her clit for a minute.
Her thighs clamp on my head and her ankles cross behind my head locking me in place. I hum against her lips, and I use my grip on her ass as leverage to pull my mouth slightly away.
“Don’t tease me you asshole!” She shouts as she releases her grip on my hair.
Long strokes with my tongue bring her hands back to my hair. I wait for her breathing to become loud and then I switch it up.
My mouth goes to her clit, and I suck on it until her back is arching off the bed. Releasing it with a ‘pop’ I return to strumming her nub with my tongue.
Her nails dig into my scalp as she presses me firmly against her. My dick is already hard enough from hearing her moans and desperation to come apart in my arms. The feeling of her nails dragging against my scalp make it ache.
Gabriella’s thighs tense against my arms and her grip goes from strong to crushing as she whimpers. I flick her clit a few more times, enjoying her shivers each time. Finally she relaxes on the couch I can leave her clit alone and lap at her juices unbothered.
“What are you doing?” She asks.
“I’m not done.” I tell her.
She raises up onto her elbows to look at me as I dip my tongue back between her lips. Her pupils are blown, and her hair is a tangled mess. I love how she looks right now. I take my time just enjoying her taste and the little moans that begin to fall from her lips again. I linger between her legs as I bring her to the edge again.
When her hands are back to making me bald, I finally rise to my knees and unbutton my jeans. She lays beneath me in only her soft sweater and as I shuck my jeans onto the floor, I see her hands start to play with the hem. My boxers follow the pants and I swat her hands away from her sweater.
“Don’t touch what’s mine.” I tell her firmly.
The soft fabric slides smoothly across her skin as I drag it up her belly. Her bra is a matching shade of red to her panties. The lacy cups hold her breasts high and tight to her chest with just a little bit of flesh spilling out.
My fingers fumble the front clasp, and she giggles behind her hand. Her giggles abruptly cut off when I undo the clasp and promptly pinch her nipple. Her hands fly to cover her nipples and prevent me from further revenge. Brat.
I lay over her holding most of my body weight up with my forearms. Her hands stroke my chest, pausing briefly to tweak a nipple. Unfortunately for her my nipples are not as sensitive as hers.
Sucking one of her nipples into my mouth has her squirming again. I keep rolling it between my teeth until her muscles start to tense.
She reaches the peak of her orgasm just as I thrust into her slick heat. She writhes beneath me grabbing my shoulders and dragging her nails down my back. The scratches only urge me to ram into her harder. Her breathing is ragged, and I speed up my thrusts as I feel my release getting closer. Muscles tensing I try to hold back my orgasm until her nails dig into my shoulders enough to draw blood. I come with a jerk as she clamps down on my cock and screams her release.
It takes a long time for my heartbeat to calm down but when it does Gabriella is fast asleep. Curling around her warm pliant body it’s not long before I join her.
Gabriella
“Will you come to my family’s Christmas dinner tomorrow?” Oliver asks as he cuts into his buttermilk waffles. He’s leaning casually against the bar in his kitchen wearing a pair of green plaid pajama bottoms and nothing else. It’s distracting.
Joy springs up in my chest before reality crushes it into dust. It’s too soon. We’ve had an amazing weekend together but at the end of the day it’s still a weekend. Nobody wants their son bringing a woman he hasn’t known for a week to a family celebration.
No doubt there will be photos and I’ll need to be strategically placed near the edge. They won’t say anything of course but we’ll all know it’s easier to cut someone out of a photo if they’re not in the center.
