by Demi Alex
Christian pulled the satin ribbon holding together my lingerie and the material fell to either side of my breasts, exposing the sheer g-string thong that barely covered my swollen folds. It was real hard trying to choreograph the blow job when my body wanted him so bad. I arched my back and he suckled my nipples. First one, then the other, and eventually palming the sides of my breasts, he brought them together and paid homage to both nipples simultaneously.
These were the moments my large breasts were made for. I loved my D size.
“You have the most delicious tits in the world,” he breathed, tonguing the tight space between them. “I would suck on them for hours if I hadn’t seen that beautiful bare pussy of yours and now I need to taste it.”
Moisture pooled between my thighs, and the sheer material glistened in the candle glow. I was so wet, so ready for him to see my bare pussy swollen for him, but I had to focus.
Damn, I loved sitting on his lap. It gave him great access while I felt the complete length of his shaft against me. His erection pressed into the back of my thigh, and I moved to fit it in the center of my ass. All the time, I concentrated on keeping us in the camera’s line of sight. The secret recording made me hornier, and I couldn’t wait to see his reaction to it when I played it back for him.
I lifted my butt, moved my hand under his towel, and wrapped my fingers over his cock. “I need to taste this,” I whispered.
Groaning his approval, he shifted his hips and pulled the towel from under us. He raised my face and captured my lips with a searing kiss. The baby doll fell to the floor and his hands cupped my naked ass as his finger moved under the thin string between my cheeks.
My body was on fire. I couldn’t think of the camera anymore. The only thing on my mind was Christian, his hard body, and the way he made my world spin.
Reaching beneath me, he lifted me to my knees so that I straddled his thighs, and from behind, he slid his hand inside my folds. My breasts in his face and my pussy aching for more of his touch, I arched my back and pulled him closer.
He didn’t disappoint, slipping his thumb into my channel and rubbing my clit with his finger. He suckled a nipple and scraped his teeth over it, making me cream all over his hand. I moaned and groaned like a bitch in heat, but I couldn’t stop it. The climax claimed me and my head dropped back as he took me higher. The hand supporting my back tugged my hair down, pushing my breast deeper into his mouth, and he sucked harder. My body trembled and my pussy clamped tight with sheer delight. I was in ecstasy.
This wasn’t what I had planned. I was supposed to capture his release. I was supposed to make him come on video.
He pulled the elastic from between my ass and fit his hand against my mound. I ground into him as the final effects of my orgasm consumed my body. Accepting his support, I collapsed and I buried my face into his shoulder.
Stroking my hair, Christian held me there till my breathing settled. His erection, still prominent between us, reminded me of my mission. Raising my head, I looked into his dazzling eyes and kissed his lips. Unfolding my sated body, I trailed my mouth over his chest, his sculpted abdomen, and then down his goody line. Taking his scrotum into my hands, I fit my mouth over his cock and ran my tongue under the ridge.
His fingers tangled into my hair and encouraged me to continue. Eventually, my knees hit the floor, and I was snug between his legs, tasting every inch of his glorious length. Returning to the tip, I was rewarded by a solitary drop of salty-sweetness as he shifted in the chair. My eyes were closed, centering on the sense of his cock filling my mouth and reaching the back of my throat. I wanted to make him come, to taste him, to hear his animalistic groan so that I could come again myself.
I slipped a hand between my thighs and rubbed my pulsing nub. This was decadent. Recording us like this was so fucking hot, and it was making me crazy. I rubbed my clit faster, sucked his cock deeper, and I still couldn’t get enough.
He was close and so was I.
In a swift move I hadn’t anticipated, he stood and held my head as he slipped from my hungry mouth. He bent and blew out the candles on the table, cleared an area and lay down.
“Come here, Kat,” he commanded.
I inched up his body and met his mouth for a branding kiss. He was much taller and bigger than I was, so his legs hung over the edge of the table while mine extended from it. I loved having him beneath me. It was secure, warm, and pure heaven when his arms closed around me.
“I love you, sweetheart,” he said, placing tiny kisses all over my face. “And, I’m so ecstatic that you’re willing to try new things with me.”
“Like what new things?” I said, feigning innocence.
“Like waxing that gorgeous pussy of yours. I know you’ve shaved it before, but you’ve never let another woman between your legs like that in the past.”
“How do you know it was a woman?” I teased and a huge grin framed his handsome face. “Maybe the person who did the waxing did more than that?”
He smacked my ass, the sting registering in my core. “I’m the only one who gets to do. Understand?” Smack. “They can watch, they can pant over your glimmering cunt, but they don’t get to do.” Smack. Smack. Smack.
Laughing, I spread my thighs a bit, giving my swollen clit a little relief. “You’re the only one that gets to do,” I confirmed.
“Good,” he said, rubbing the silky smoothness of my panties over my bare pussy and making it pulse with an intense need for so much more of his attention. “And now, I want to be the one who gets to lick your tasty cream.”
Damn, the mere thought of his tongue on my pink pussy intensified my arousal. I shivered with pleasure as the moisture slid between my legs and settled on the tiny strip covering my crotch, displaying my excitement on my new lingerie.
Maneuvering me up his body, he removed my panties and forced me to sit up as he brought his mouth to my core. Licking between my swollen folds, he found my clit and lovingly lapped at it till my hands and feet went numb. As if I was a doll, he fit me over his face and tongue fucked me till my body shook.
In a momentary glimpse of sanity, I remembered the camera and swung my legs over his head so that I reversed my position. The tingle of anticipation grew as I lowered myself over him and took his penis into my mouth. Sixty-nine was the things dreams were made of. I hoped he enjoyed watching this as much as I enjoyed creating his gift.
It didn’t last too long, for when my body climbed and cried out its pleasure, he let go and joined me. We stayed on the table, spent and content till the night’s chill replaced the heat on our naked bodies.
“It’s after midnight,” I finally said. “I want to give you your Christmas Eve present.”
Lifting me, he moved off the table and spread the previously shed towel on the carpet for us to sit on. He leaned his back against the couch, sprawled before me naked, displaying all his tempting goods, and had my pussy protesting the distance between us. I looked around the room and fidgeted, wondering what I should do next. Did I have enough time to video a second part?
“Just stay with me for a while, sweetheart. I miss holding you like this.”
He pulled me into his embrace and placed my back against his chest. His legs bent on either side of me, creating the perfect cocoon of warmth and comfort. I lay my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes.
“I’m so happy,” I whispered. “I never want anything to come between us. I love you so much, Christian. More than you can ever imagine.”
“I can imagine, and I am happy to say that you are my fantasy personified.” Fitting his finger beneath my chin, he tilted my head and claimed my lips with incredible tenderness. “You are my dream, and you cannot imagine how much I love you.”
I turned and snuggled into him. We sat on the floor, before our Christmas tree for a long time, silently savoring the after glow of our love making. It was the beep of the camera, indicating that the battery was done, that spurred us into action.
Tightening his hold on me, he looke
d around the room. “Did you hear something?”
I nodded and met his gaze. “Yes.”
“But you’re not worried?”
“Nope.” I smiled, anxious to surprise him.
“Okay,” he breathed, whistling long and low. “Care to let me in on the secret?”
“Sure,” I said, getting to my feet and walking over to the tree. I reached for his box. “Your Christmas Eve present,” I said, presenting him with a red package.
“What?” he said, lifting his brow in jest. “No ribbons included?”
“No ribbons for you. You were a naughty boy.”
He shook the box, then immediately tried to still it when the camera banged against the packaging. “What’s the thumping sound?”
I shrugged and twisted away to hide my amusement. I wasn’t about to tell him a thing, and I certainly wasn’t going to let him read the expression in my eyes. Unable to wait a moment more, I rolled my hand urging him to hurry.
Tearing the paper, he made a production of lifting the top lid, but I had taped it up a little better than I had wanted. He needed to remove all the paper, and it was then that he noticed the hole on the side. He captured my gaze and when I nodded, he quickly proceeded.
“You’re giving me our own camera?”
“Look carefully,” I said. “You never know what you’ll find in there.”
He flipped it over in his hand, pausing and giving me more quizzical looks before changing the setting from record to play. Then he raised it to his eye and looked through the view finder. At last, he flipped open the little side screen and tried to view what was on the memory.
“The battery is dead.”
Shit, he really didn’t get it. Did I have to spell it out for him?
Kicking the discarded lingerie across the floor, I reached for the other battery pack that was thankfully on the charger and smacked it firmly in his palm. The next minute or two were actually anticlimactic. I longed to see the shock on his face as our images played on the two inch screen. But no, he was taking his freaking time switching out the batteries.
“We could plug it in,” I suggested, placing the towel on the couch. I sat on the edge, as if sitting on a bed of nails, and folded my hands between my knees.
“That means my present is on the camcorder’s hard drive,” he said, looking all smug and grinning wickedly. “Did you guess your present?”
I shook my head. I had no idea. “There isn’t anything I need or desire as much as I do you. Finish with your gift, and then we’ll go from there.”
He flipped the little screen open again, and his mouth dropped as the video played.
“Damn!” he drawled. “I’m hard again.”
I laughed, loving the look on his face. He was stunned, awed, and absolutely hard. His cock stood at attention as he tilted the camera to check out the view, pressed rewind and played parts over and over.
I couldn’t help myself. I took him in my hand and pumped him while he played the recording. Over the past decade, I’d learned the pace needed to sustain his excitement, but still keep him from coming. As our video images climaxed with me spread over him, my pussy on his face and his cock disappearing into my mouth, I tightened my grasp and increased the speed.
The tip of his penis glistened with pre-come. I ran my finger over it and he groaned, as the video showed me licking my lips in satisfaction.
He slid his hand between my legs and found my moist, warm center.
“Thank goodness,” he said, wasting no time pushing me up against the back of the couch and bending me over the soft cushions.
Entering me from behind, he pumped that harder-than-ever cock deep into my greedy channel, causing me to instantly clench around him. My toes hovered over the floor, and his hands supported my breasts from bouncing as he propelled me closer and closer to losing control. He stretched and filled me with pleasure-pleasure that had seemed surreal only days ago.
A few more thrusts and my vision blurred.
“Christian,” I moaned, seeing stars explode around me and hearing his euphoric gratification rumble from within his chest as we climaxed in tandem.
“I fucking love my gift,” he said, pulling me into his arms and carrying me to bed.
We relaxed for half an hour and then showered together. Surprisingly, there was no sex, just Christian lathering me in my favorite vanilla scented wash and carefully rinsing the soap suds from my body. He pulled on a pair of sweats and told me to dress warmly.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“I’m switching out your Christmas Eve present for your Christmas Day present.” Sheepishly grinning, he waited for me to get dressed and grabbed my hand the moment I pulled the sweater over my head.
Leading me to the apartment’s entryway, he grabbed my boots and fit them on my feet. He then pulled my jacket off the hook and wrapped it over my shoulders.
“It’s almost three in the morning,” I reminded him.
“Is there a rule about accepting a gift at three in the morning?”
I guess there was no rule. I smiled and followed Christian out the door. He was so excited, that I doubted he’d sleep unless he presented me with whatever he’d gotten. His enthusiasm was contagious, and I felt the thrill deep in my core as the elevator descended to the ground floor.
Right before the doors opened, he covered my eyes with his right hand and brought his mouth besides my ear. “Don’t peek.”
Placing his body behind me, he guided me and took five steps forward, turned right and walked seven more steps.
A jingling of sorts intrigued me and I turned towards the sound. “What is it?”
“Something you’ve admired since I met you,” Christian said, removing his hand.
Before me sat the most beautiful speed yellow 911 Targa 4S Porsche. For years, I’d lusted after this car, but I never actually thought I’d have one. We’d been saving to buy a house, and such a luxury seemed so far fetched.
“I know it isn’t a SUV or a family friendly mini-van, but it has four seats,” Christian said. “I figured that it could still fit a car-seat if it needed to, and we could save the SUV for when the kids are older and feel cramped in the back of the Porsche.”
“No one could ever feel cramped in this car,” I whispered, blinking repeatedly to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. “How?”
“How what?”
“How could we afford this?” I turned toward him and saw the pride displayed on his face.
“I landed the marketing campaign for the wine distributorship. This is only part of the advance.” The gleam in his eyes shouted his joy. Now they could move ahead full throttle with all their plans. “We’re in the clear, Kat. We can have it all.”
“I already do,” I said, going up on my toes and kissing the man of my dreams with the comfort and desire of true love. “I have you.”
“I love you,” he said between kisses. “I love you so much. And I promise to keep things interesting and make every day a little better for you.”
After a ride on the deserted city streets, we returned home, and I fell asleep in my husband’s arms, wondering how I’d ever gotten so lucky and promising myself to make every day as interesting for him.
Chapter Four
It was exactly one hour since he’d stormed out of the apartment. One hour since he’d taken his tight ass out the door and didn’t look back, leaving me in a brand new red teddy with my tits spilling over and no one to attend to them.
Well, screw him. I wasn’t about to apologize for blowing my top. I wasn’t wrong. Just because he was the most wonderful man on the planet half the time, it didn’t mean I had to put up with his insults the rest of the time.
I deserved to be pissed. He gave me a freaking coat. Double x-large. It looked like a huge red sail and I didn’t want it. But he forced me to put it on. Naked. And then he’d ask for us to go downstairs and make love on the hood of the new Porsche!
No way. It was daylight. People would be coming and going, and w
e’d be exposed.
“That’s the thrill of it. The possibility of being caught,” he’d said.
“You’re nuts. Just because you gave me a car, doesn’t mean I’ll act like a whore and do it anywhere and anytime.”
“What the hell is wrong with you?” he’d said, pounding his fist into his hand. “You’re giving me mixed signals.”
“Am not.”
“Fine. You’re not. You’re just an ungrateful and unimaginative woman who can drive me insane with your mood swings.”
Ungrateful?
Unimaginative?
Then why had I concocted a whole new role playing scene for our flourishing sex life? And why had he left me all alone on Christmas? I lived with Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. He was unreasonable, blaming the fight on my mood swings and saying that no reasonable man could live with such a hormonal woman.
I was not hormonal!
Waiting for the popcorn to finish popping, I checked my cell for the millionth time. He hadn’t called. No text. No message directly to voicemail.
“If he wants out, I’ll give him out,” I yelled to no one but the walls. “I hate him.”
I kicked my red feathered, kitten-healed slippers under the table and headed into the bedroom. Lifting the window frame, I reached for the nearest thing I could find to toss the three stories down onto the snow covered lawn. My fingers closed over the worn denim of his favorite pair of Levis. He’d placed them on my makeup table just before he’d started laughing at my lack of adventure. Just before he thought I’d swoon over his suggestion to add excitement and strip out of my clothes to parade around town with him in my new red coat.
As if I hadn’t shown him my adventurous side the past week? Damn, he had me being adventurous on DVD!
I took aim at the gross mixture of snow and mud near the sidewalk and threw like a quarterback in the Super Bowl. The slush splattered as the jeans met their target.
