by Claire Adams
“I wanted to give you your Christmas gift when we were alone.”
“Sounds great.”
I went into my suitcase, pulled out a package for him, and handed it to Jet. He opened it to find an envelope inside the wrapping. Confused, he opened up the envelope to find tickets to an upcoming UFC fight card in a city close to ours.
“I figured we could use it for our next road trip.”
“Oh my God. Natalie, this is awesome, sweetheart, thank you.” He kissed me on the lips, and I nuzzled into him. “Now my turn.”
He pulled out a larger box that I had eyeballed when he put it in the trunk of his car. I unwrapped the packaging and opened the box. In it was a pair of diamond earrings sitting on top of a red silk dress. It all looked very luxurious.
“I had my sister help me out. I figured you could wear it for New Year’s.”
“Wow, Jet, it's beautiful, and I think you outdid yourself. Diamond earrings?”
“You deserve it, believe me. Let's see them on.”
I took them out of the box, and slipped them into my ears. I felt like a queen wearing them, and I threw myself into his arms.
“You look beautiful, Natalie.”
“Thank you Jet. I love it all.”
We returned to the living room to settle in with my family and watch a movie for the evening.
Chapter Eight
Jet
Christmas with Natalie couldn't have been any better. I had been nervous at first about meeting her parents, but they were the kindest, most down-to-earth people I had ever met. Being around them was nothing like my family, which at times could feel stuffy, especially if it was one of their dinner parties. I was actually having a really good time there, and I couldn't have asked for a more relaxing holiday. That brings me to Natalie; how on earth did someone like me find a girl like her? She was just so incredible. She was naturally nurturing and loving toward everyone in her life. And beautiful, my God, the girl was more beautiful than she would ever realize. I loved waking up to her in my arms, and it was something that I had never thought I wanted. I used to be fine with picking up random girls at the bar, and the last thing I wanted was a relationship. And here I was in one, and I now couldn't imagine why I ever liked one-night stands when I could have perfection in my arms every night.
We had decided that morning that we were going to go ice-skating for the day. I hadn't been skating in years. I used to play hockey with my brother when we were kids, but I stopped playing once I got involved with wrestling. I ended up borrowing her dad’s skates, and she grabbed her own pair, and we headed out to the frozen pond behind her parents’ house.
Ice skating had been a favorite pastime of Natalie’s while she was growing up, so it was no surprise to me when she got onto the rink and skated around like she had been doing it her whole life. She spun around gracefully like a dancer, and I was in awe when I watched her. I, on the other hand, was an embarrassment to the sport. I don't know that I had been that great at it as a kid, but I was far worse at it as an adult. Maybe that was why I gave it up for wrestling. I probably wasn't that good at it in the first place.
But Natalie, as usual, gave me a run for my money on the rink. As I wobbled around on skates that were a size too big for me, she skated around like she was in a musical. I tried to chase her down at one point, and wiped out, falling flat on my ass.
She skated over to me, laughing. “Oh my God, are you okay?”
“I feel like I bruised my ass, so I'm going to say no. It probably wouldn't be the best thing in the world for me to injure myself here doing something I'm clearly not good at.”
She was still laughing when she said to me, “It would be a crime if your MMA career was destroyed because of that time you twisted your ankle while skating.”
I couldn't help but laugh along with her; she was rather charming when she was cutting me down.
“Okay, how about we go back and get some hot chocolate?” she suggested.
“On one condition.”
“What's that?”
“There better be marshmallows.”
“Oh, I think I can arrange that.”
She helped me up from the ice, and I rubbed my sore ass, thinking I was probably going to have an embarrassing bruise on it the next day. We made our way back to the house, where we took off our skates and headed into the warmth of the house.
We went into the kitchen, where Natalie's mom was puttering around, arranging things to make dinner. Natalie plugged in the kettle to boil some water for the hot chocolate. She pulled mugs out of the cupboard and added chocolate powder. She also heated up some milk, and added it to the mugs as well. She continued stirring, and when the kettle popped, she added hot water, and put in marshmallows for the finishing touch.
“There ya go. One hot chocolate to ease all your troubles.”
I smiled. “Thank you, it looks delicious.”
“Marshmallows and everything.”
“Yes, it looks great.”
We carried the mugs upstairs to her bedroom, and she lay down on the bed. I walked around her room and looked at the framed pictures on her desk.
“I wish I could have known you then,” I said as I picked up one of the pictures.
“Why's that?”
“It's just weird sometimes when you think of people and who they were before you knew them. That they had this whole other life before you.”
“Yeah, it's true.”
I set my mug down and went over to her on the bed. I leaned in, and slipped my hand around her neck, pulling her to me as my mouth claimed hers. She tasted sweet and alluring. Her mouth was hot to the touch, and she almost moaned at my touch. I kissed her softly at first, and then my kisses became more fevered, as if I needed my mouth on hers. My tongue slipped into her mouth, and I claimed it. I sucked her tongue slowly, tasting her before she pulled away. I pulled her in again, as I was not finished kissing her. Her tongue found mine again, and our kisses grew more passionate. My hand found her breast and I kneaded it softly. I began unbuttoning her blouse and I pulled it off. I stopped kissing her momentarily to look down at her breasts; they were dying to be released from her bra.
“You are beautiful.”
I smiled, though all I could think about was what she looked like naked. I unclasped her bra, and I pushed her back until she leaned against the pillows that covered her bed. My mouth found her nipple and I sucked, nipped and licked it. The sensation she was getting was making her panties wet. She moaned softly as I replaced my mouth with my fingers, and pulled on her nipple, causing a slight pain. She liked it, and I could tell it made her horny. I continued playing with her nipples causing her to moan as pleasure built up in her body. Her hand reached down and massaged the front of my pants. My hard cock was pushing against my pants. I smiled at her. “Do you want it? Do you want it in your mouth?”
She nodded, still speechless by the things that came out of my mouth. She undid my button and pulled the zipper down on my pants. She brought my pants down to my knees and slid my underwear down with them. My hard cock bounced before her now, freed from my underwear. I lay on the bed, and she came above me, taking my cock into her mouth, and sucking on it. I closed my eyes and she sucked hard while she massaged my balls. Her tongue began to swirl against my shaft, and then around my tip. I moaned with eagerness, and she sucked me even harder.
“Oh God, you're good at this.”
She took my cock deeper into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat. She moved up and down rhythmically on my cock until, moving fluidly with me in her mouth.
She became more excited as she sucked, then she pulled my cock out of her mouth, and I finished undressing myself. She followed suit, and undid her jeans, slipping them off. She was only wearing a thong underneath, so it was easy to dispose of. I watched her undress, and I couldn't take my eyes off of her pussy.
“Mmm, you look good. Maybe good enough to eat.”
She was surprised by what I said, but she didn't hesitate
, however, to lay back down on the bed and spread her legs. She had just gotten a Brazilian the other day so she was nice and fresh for me.
I bent forward, and licked her pussy slowly, as if I were licking an ice cream cone on a hot summer day. It felt incredible as my tongue licked the sides of her opening, causing a tingle to run through her body. I took her clit in my mouth and sucked on it causing her to moan loudly as her pussy dripped.
“Oh God ... oh God.”
I looked up and smiled. “Does that feel good, sweetheart?”
“Oh God, yes, it feels incredible.”
Her pussy was dripping, and I was licking it up, tasting every inch of her. I could feel her clenching up, and that meant the buildup was coming.
“Oh God, oh wow, I'm going to cum.”
I was sucking on her clit when I buried a finger inside her pussy, and started pumping away. It was too much, too much all at once, and she cried out as she had an orgasm so delicious that she wanted even more.
“How was that?”
She just grinned with desire written all over her face.
“Now turn over.” She did so readily, not really understanding why.
“I want to bite your hot little ass.”
Confused she asked, “My what?”
“Your hot little ass. I'm going to bite you.”
She was rendered speechless, and she wasn't sure if she should object or not.
She was bent over in the doggy style position, with her ass in the air. I softly bit her cheeks and she groaned beneath me. She gasped at the sensation it brought as she had never anticipated that it would feel that way.
And just when she thought it couldn't get any better, I buried a finger inside her pussy and finger fucked her.
It was almost too much to bear; she couldn't get enough. She was moaning, wanting to beg for more, but feeling too shy. Her pussy was so wet she was driving me wild. I took my fingers out wet, with her juices all over them.
She closed her eyes, and my forcefulness turned her on so she would allow me to take what I wanted. I couldn't believe all that was happening. It was hard to believe I was in that situation, but I was loving every moment of it. She caused my body to throb immensely, until I wanted to be released from that feeling.
“Turn over, sweetheart.”
She did as she was told, her body weakened from pleasure. She was lying on her back, her legs spread before me.
“Touch yourself for me.”
Her eyes popped open. She shook her head. “I can't.”
“Yes, you can. I want to see you please yourself. It turns me on, and then I'm going to slide inside that wet pussy of yours, and fuck you really good.”
She looked nervous, but did exactly what I asked. She did what any sane woman would do, and she spread her legs, and slid her fingers through the wetness that was all over her pussy. She swirled it around before moving up to her clit, massaging it with her finger. She grinded into it, closing her eyes as she enjoyed her own touch. Her face was a bright crimson, but she didn't say a thing. In fact, when she opened her eyes, I was staring down at her, mesmerized by what she was doing. I looked at her with fire in my eyes, and the look on her face made me feel incredible. Like I was completely in control of her pleasure. She loved the feeling of controlling my lust, and she inserted two fingers inside her pussy, and moaned as they went in deep. She finger fucked herself in front of me, watching a slow smile form on my face.
“That is so hot.”
She moaned as she pleasured herself, taking her fingers out and swirling her juices around her clit. I was throbbing all over, and I desperately wanted to fuck at that point.
“Please?”
“Please what, darling? Do you want some help?”
“I want you.”
“Then you can have me.” I positioned myself in the missionary position and put her legs up onto my shoulders. I entered her slowly and she gasped with how deep I went.
“Oh yes, this is nice. God, your pussy feels so good.”
She leaned her head back, delirious with pleasure. I fit inside her perfectly and she got a wave of pleasure every time I moved inside her. I began pumping inside her a little faster, causing her to moan loudly. With the position we were using, I was in the perfect spot to hit her G-spot over, and over again. Her body built up once again, and I knew that she was going to cum all over my cock.
“Cum for me, baby, I can see it on your face. Cum all over my cock.”
She exploded then, doing as I asked. She was spent, and yet I kept fucking her slowly. I pulled out and then rolled her over. She stuck her ass in the air, eager for more cock.
“You have such a nice ass; you should see this glorious view that I have.”
I slid inside her pussy, hard. She cried out as pleasure over took her body. Doggy style was meant for a little rougher action, and I was showing her just that. She moaned, enjoying every inch of my cock as I pounded her over, and over again. I leaned down toward her, and bit her shoulder. She cried out, realizing that she had never experienced anything so sexy in her entire life. I pumped into her harder, waves of pleasure rolling off of her. Her moans were coming as an orgasm ripped through her. She was having multiple orgasms with me.
“Oh, God,” she moaned.
I reached around and felt for her pussy. I rubbed against her moist clit, giving her some added pleasure while I moved my cock inside her.
Her whole body shuddered as she came. I continued pumping inside of her, breaking all reason inside her mind. She was glorious; all of it was so incredible. The best sex of my life was happening in the bed of Natalie's childhood home. As I felt her clench and build up for another orgasm, the shudders ripped through her body, causing her to scream out once again.
“I'm ready too. I'm going to fill you up with my cum.”
She moaned, loving how sexy I was with my dirty talk. I spilled inside of her and collapsed softly against her back. She could feel my breath on her back and I was just as spent as she was.
I rolled off of her and lay on the bed, feeling absolutely sated. She curled into me and I wrapped my arms around her. She felt amazing in my arms.
“So what now, baby?”
“Now? Now we go down and spend the night playing board games with my parents.”
At that point, I would have done anything for Natalie, even play board games.
Chapter Nine
Natalie
I woke up feeling sore from the sex Jet and I had the night before. I liked the fact that things were getting a little kinkier between us. I wasn't going to go all 50 Shades or anything, but a little bit of spice never hurt anyone. I found Jet to easily be one of the sexiest men I had ever met. I think I would have allowed him to do just about anything to my body ... just about. I couldn't have been happier with our sex life, and I definitely had no complaints. I often wondered if there was anything he wanted that he never told me about. Although I pretty much allowed Jet free reign on my body, I found myself shy when it came to asking for specific things, or even to ask Jet if there were any fantasies he had that I could help to make come true. That's what a partnership was all about, wasn't it? Making sure you pleased each other in the best possible way. And I wanted to please Jet in any way I could. I felt it was my job as his girlfriend to do whatever I could to in order to make him happy. I also felt that he, too, should do the same for me. I loved him, after all. Yes, it was true, I had fallen madly and deeply in love with a boy who was probably all wrong for me, and yet I was completely okay with it.
I knew he wanted to make me happy, and I was sure he felt the same way about me as I did for him. Things had been going wonderfully between us, and the hiccups we had experienced before seemed to be gone now. I felt that there was nothing further to worry about.
I rolled over toward him in the bed, and kissed his shoulder. Her groaned and rolled over to face me. I kissed his sleepy lips and his eyes blinked open.
“Good morning, sleepyhead, we better get up and go. We ha
ve a long drive ahead of us.”
“Sounds good, baby. By the way last night was incredible.”
“I think so, too, Jet, though I am a little sore.”
“A good sore, I hope.”
I smiled. “Yes it's a wonderful reminder of what happened last night.”
“Mmm, maybe we can try a little bit again on the way home. I promise I will be gentle.”
I giggled. “We'll see, now get up.”
We both got up out of bed and proceeded to get dressed and ready to go. We had packed our bags the night before, after we had finished playing games with my parents all night.
I finished brushing my hair and headed downstairs, with Jet in tow. My mother was in the kitchen making breakfast. She knew we weren't planning on staying, so she had packed us up a breakfast basket of fruit and muffins for the road.
“Thanks, Mom, you didn't have to do that. We could have hit up a coffee shop on the way.”
“Oh, sweetheart, it was nothing. I also have a thermos full of coffee here for you.”
We hugged and said our goodbyes, and my parents welcomed Jet to come back anytime. He seemed genuine when he hugged each of them. We piled everything into the car and then settled in ourselves. We watched as my parents went back into the house, and I turned to Jet. “Hey, sweetheart, thank you so much for coming here with me.”
He smiled. “Anything for you, Natalie.”
I leaned over to him in the car, and kissed him full on the mouth. When I pulled back I whispered, “I love you, Jet.”
At first, I wasn't sure if he had heard me, because there was a long pause after my declaration, and then he just kissed me back. I pulled back and leaned my head against the window, feeling confusion rush in. He seemed to be avoiding making eye contact with me, so I was quite certain he had heard me. So why didn't he say it back? Did he not think the moment was right, or did he not love me at all?
