“You know, I’ve used the word ‘perfect’ so many times, and I was pretty sure I knew what it meant,” She shakes her head, a smile on her lips as she stares up at the sky. “Thisis perfect.”
Her words make something urgent bloom inside me and before I know it, I’m talking. “What’s next for you after vacation with your family?” I tell my dumb heart to calm down as I watch her take in what I just asked. There’s a spark in her eyes that tells me she understands exactly what I’m asking. She smiles wide and leans into kiss me. Yeah, there’s no controlling these battle drums in my chest.
“You want to get on my schedule, Ms. Kringle?” She asks, but I can hear the satisfaction right under her cheeky tone.
“Just wondering.” I lie.
“I’m not actually sure.” She confesses. “I gave up my apartment in Manhattan before I came here and sent all my stuff into storage. I can always stay with my mom. But I’m hoping I can secure some investors for my start up and settle somewhere quiet and cheap where I can work.” She sighs, and I can hear how tired thinking about all this makes her. The urge to take care of her is overwhelming. I want to wrap her delectable shorts clad ass in a cocoon, take her home and spoil her. Do nothing but give her everything she needs for weeks on end. The desire to keep Farnaz languid and well-fucked like she is right now feels like my life’s calling, and I need to chill out. Except, my mouth has a mind of her own tonight.
“I’m usually here for a week on my own, and then my dad comes down. Around the end of January we head home to start planning the Toy Run. You can come and stay with us up north after you’re done with your family.” Wow, I’m just reckless today. “Consider it a formal invitation.” I know I sound desperate, but it feels right to tell her this. Her eyes widen, but she’s not spooked. Just surprised, maybe evenpleasantly surprised? After a moment she comes in for another kiss, but this time she wraps her arms around my neck, and licks into my mouth. I’m immediately lost to exploring her lush lips, pressing her close to me.
After a few more sweet and slow kisses she pulls back, “Thanks for the invitation. I will keep it mind.”
I nod, and try not to ask her what that means, but her next words put an end to all conversation, and fucking is back to being the only item on the agenda.
Farnaz
“I want you so use the spreader bar on me and fuck me with that dildo you’ve been eyeing all day.” Kris’s hips buck into me like I just tased her, and I can’t help the dirty laugh that escapes my lips.
“Yes,hell yes.” She sits up and I raise my gaze to admire her. She’s in a simple white tank top and some red cotton boyshorts, because Santa’s brand really is red and white everything.
“So, you’re down for that plan?” I ask.
“I’m one hundred fucking percent down for that plan.” She says, and she really sounds super psyched.
“God, we’re two horny bitches.” I laugh, and she smiles back at me.
“Yup,” She agrees and points to a spot inside the bedroom. “You stay here, I’m going to get the stuff from your bag cleaned up. I’ll bring us some water too because I’m planning to squeeze every drop of fluid out of your body. And stay on the futon, I want to fuck you here, surrounded by the stars.” That’s the filthiest and most romantic thing I’ve ever heard, and I’m absolutely gone for this woman. My hand snakes down to my crotch, already so turned on I’m seeing double, but she slaps it away.
“No touching. That pussy’s mine tonight. I’m going to wreck it so good. I’ll be tasting you for weeks.”
“Fuuuuuck, Kris stop. Go get the stuff.” I beg, already tugging on my crop top, hurrying to get naked.
I feel so fucking happy right now, this afternoon has been a real-life fantasy come true and I don’t want it to end. From the invitation Kristina has extended it seems like she doesn’t want it to end either. The thought is almost too much to process, so I concentrate on the anticipation of what we’re about to do. I already know how good Kris can make feel. How amazing we are together. The way I want her right now feels frantic, like a fever, and the best part is that I know she’ll take care of me. I want her hands on me, her mouth. To surrender to everything she can make me feel.
Kris comes back after a few minutes with a stack of blankets and towels, and right on top I see the bar, the dildo, anal beads, lube and what looks like a harness. Every muscle in my body clenches looking at the toys. This is going to be epic.
“You going to strap that on and fuck me hard?” I ask, kneeling on the futon.
She nods wickedly, as she places the stuff on the huge futon. “I sure am.” She says happily, like we’re talking about making crafts. Her finger makes a circular motion. “Turn around, on all fours, and bring that delicious ass closer.” I’m already shaking with need and move faster than I ever have in my life. Within seconds my head is resting on my arms, and I have my butt in the air.
“Perfect heart-shape.” She crows as she slides her hands down my back until she’s gripping my cheeks with both hands. She massages them for a moment and then without warning slaps my ass.
“Fuck yeah.” I moan, pressing into her touch. She does it again and it feels so incredibly naughty to have my bottom in the air for Santa’s pleasure. “More.” I tell her and she obliges. She gives me a few quick swats, until my skin feels hot and tingly and then she starts playing with me. I feel her chin press into my cunt, and then her mouth is on me. She wraps her lips around my clit giving me a sweet and gentle suckling, and my legs want to give out. After a couple of seconds she pulls back.
“You’re already dripping into the futon.” She sounds so smug and I’minto it. “This pussy’s going to be the end of me.” I feel her warmth leave me, but shortly after I hear a clanging sound.
The bar.
I prop myself up on my arms and turn to look at her work. She’s naked too, her perky tits and her blonde bush make my mouth water. I want to ask her to come to me, and let me lick her, but then she holds up the bar.
“This is pretty sweet.” She says and she actually sounds impressed.
“Yep.” I say proudly, itisa great spreader bar. The cuffs are made with flexible material that molds to the shape of the leg. It’s soft and doesn’t cut into the skin. And I put grips on the metal, so that the person holding it can get some traction. I cannot wait for Kris to pound into me while holding on to it.
“I’m going to put it on you.” Kris informs me and gets to work. She runs her soft hands down my legs and widens them so she can fit the bar. The position makes me feel much more exposed and I have to rock back and forth to ease the sizzle under my skin.
“That’s beautiful.” Kris whispers, admiring her work. “I think I might use the beads on you. Fill your ass and then get this pussy ready for me to fuck it.”
