Come for Me for Christmas (6 page)

I savor the fuck
as I work her over and over, concentrating on every nerve down my pole,
relishing every sensation as her dewy lips cling to every last millimeter of
me. I put a hand on her ass, which she holds high in the air so as to push her
cunny completely against me and take in all of me. It's firm and clenched hard,
and it feels marvelous in my palm.

Heat invades my
body and my blood boils closer to coming. I take in the sight of her in all her
chained glory, her clipped peaks pointing straight up and wiring her cunt hot
and hard, her pinked face contorted in pleasure and desperate need, her hair
tousled and mussed on the pillow behind her. Her cries are louder and faster in
tempo and I feel her cunt grab tight to my shaft as she suddenly pours her sex
juices out all over me and comes. She comes hard and loud.

I take a mental
snapshot and then turn all of my focus to my throbbing, hot, stony dick, and I
absolutely explode inside her in the middle of her orgasm. Familiar pricks of
heat and sensation fill my entire body as I let out the most guttural,
primitive, pleasurable cry known to man and I pour myself into her. My cock
pulses and pumps with what feels like gallons of cum—my Christmas gift to her. I
collapse, spent, empty and satisfied, upon her.

***

We settle down
in the afterglow, enjoy some wine and some quiet talk about our plans for the
upcoming year. As we talk I note the slight redness left from the wrist
shackles, a fading reminder of the phenomenal sex we've just had. I relive the visions
of our sex play over the last several days.

That is when she
finally drops it, the bobble she's been dangling in the air since the first
time she called.

"What about
us, Nick? This has been nice…do you see any more of us together in your New
Year's plans?"

I pause for a
moment. I knew this was going have to be addressed at some point. I guess the
consideration of it has been a small price to pay for the gift of the terrific
carnal pleasures we've enjoyed this holiday. Then I smile and say, "Yeah,
this was really nice. I think it was just the right way to spend Christmas.
Your present was just the right thing for me."

A small smile
breaks across her face; I stand up and place a small, wrapped jewelry box next
to her hand. With a smile, I drop a kiss on her forehead. Before I walk away I
say,

"Thanks for
the gifts, lady. I'll see you next year under the Christmas tree."