When my pussy is bare, we’ll move to the bed, where you can lick and investigate the new me before you drive yourself inside me.
I’m looking forward to being naked with you.
Love Sherry
While he was reading, the sheet tented.
I smiled and slid downwards.
My tongue circled the plump mushroom head of his cock before I sucked it into the warm cavern of my mouth.
Tom groaned his appreciation.
I flicked a look up and saw his hands clenched around the letter.
I sucked him deep before I slowly dragged my mouth along his length before I sucked him deep again.
His cock pulsed, his legs twitched and he tossed the letter aside.
“Fuck, honey, you make me so hot,” he groaned. He took my head and pumped me up and down his cock a few more times before he dragged me upwards. “Mount me.”
I gladly obeyed.
The blunt head of his cock stretched my pussy as Tom plunged inside. Sheer heaven.
I rose and fell, grinding my pussy onto his pelvis.
Tom grasped my hips. “You’re not fucking me, I’m fucking you,” he growled.
His possessive control sent a flush of arousal from my pussy up to my face. It was like a wave of electricity, sensitising my whole flesh. My nipples tightened in response. My face grew rosy.
Tom slammed me down as his cock drove up.
I felt a pulse of pleasure.
Leaning forward, my sensitised nipples surged over his hair roughened chest as his hands continued to guide my thrusts onto his cock. His clasp was strong and firm and told me exactly who was in charge.
“So good,” I gasped.
“Yes,” Tom agreed.
With every downthrust, I felt a burst of pleasure inside and out. It built and built until I finally clenched around his cock and cried out in pleasure as I came.
Tom groaned his own release, his face set in lines of ecstasy. His hands loosened and stilled and I collapsed on top of him.
“I love it when you take control,” I murmured into his chest.
He stroked my head. “I love it when your eyes glaze over and you totally give yourself to me.”
A pounding on the door stopped any further reverie.
“It’s Christmas. It’s Christmas,” Sean yelled in delight through the door. “Get up. Get up.”
I raised my head and grinned. “Well at least he didn’t do that while we were in the middle of anything.”
Tom slapped my bum. “Get off. You can have a shower while I face the terrors.”
By the time I’d left the shower, the boys had eaten breakfast and were waiting excitedly for my appearance so that they could open their presents. Not that there were going to be any major surprises. Xbox was mainly all they did, so Xbox games were what they got. With an appreciative shout they immediately fired up the Xbox and began to play.
“Well, that will keep them out of my hair while I get ready for lunch.” There was nothing like using the Xbox as a babysitter.
As well as my parents, Megan, Trish and their families came over for lunch on Christmas Day. It was a ritual that we started after Trish divorced Brad. Previous to that, we all used to go over to Bradley’s parent’s house. It was how I’d met Tom. He was Brad’s cousin. Tom was a year younger than me and I’d paid him little attention in his immature university days. Then he’d gone overseas for a year before starting work and in those two years between sightings, he’d taken on an air of quiet confidence and control that had drawn me to him like a bee to honey. Add a gentle twist of humour and a romantic streak and I was totally lost.
Tom handed me his present.
I eagerly unwrapped the small box and opened it to reveal a black opal pendant. The deep black stone swirled with golden-green clouds and bright blue highlights. “It’s exquisite.”
Tom motioned for me to turn around and he placed it around my neck. “It reminded me of you. Rich and vibrant with hidden depths.” He placed a lingering kiss on my neck.
My whole body tightened in response. Twisting in his arms, I thanked him with a luscious kiss. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
I sighed in contentment before I handed over his present. The latest ‘Halliday Australian Wine Companion,’ and a voucher for wine. I knew he would have as much fun selecting the wines as he would drinking them.
With the gift giving over I bustled around the kitchen, making salads to go with the barbeque while Tom tidied up the back garden and BBQ area. It was a beautiful summer’s day with clear blue skies. Perfect for lunch out on the deck and a game of cricket in the park afterwards.
The front doorbell rang and I opened it to find Megan, Chris and Michael.
“Merry Christmas.” I gave a wide grin of greeting.
Three solemn faces stared back.
“We’ve got some bad news. You better get Tom and come and look.”