“Julián,” she murmured sleepily. “I could become spoiled so easily.”
He was pleased that she knew it was him without even opening her eyes.
“I want to spoil you. Good morning, love.” He looked up at her, enjoying the view as she stretched and flexed her hips against him, wanting more of his attention. He was more than happy to deliver. Her clit grew rosier as he flicked it with his tongue. He suckled gently at the flesh around it, arousing her until a flush spread over her cheeks and down her throat and she rubbed at his shoulders and caressed the back of his head. Needy little moans came from her and he smiled in triumph as the tension within her grew and her sweet little pussy swelled and trembled on the verge of orgasm.
He laid her left leg over his shoulder, freeing his hand. He slid his fingertips over her cunt, drawing a gasp and then a sharp cry from her as he slid the tip of a finger gently into her opening and then latched onto her swollen clit with his mouth.
Her back bowed and her panting ceased then came in rapid spurts as she cried out in ecstasy. Her cunt spasmed around his fingertip and he carefully pumped in and out, drawing every contraction, every wave of climax, and every soft cry from her lips until she went limp beneath him.
Licking his lips, Julián lowered her leg and moved to kneel between her thighs as she caught her breath. Her cheeks and lips were rosy as she smiled at him. “Merry Christmas, love.” He sheathed his cock with a condom and she moved with him as he rubbed the head against her entrance. The barrier dulled the sensation slightly and he imagined what it would feel like to be skin on glorious skin with her someday. The thought made his dick twitch with impatience. Gwen rubbed against him and he could feel the echoes of orgasm in her cunt clenching him as she tried to take him inside her.
Need made him impatient but he wanted to take his time, remembering what it felt like to be with her, to be in her, to have her near him. In the end, memories might be all he had.
Gwen moaned entreatingly and slid her hands over his thighs. “Please.”
He knelt over her, gazing into her blue eyes as he slid his cock inside her soft, slick heat. He lowered his body so his torso rested lightly on hers, enjoying her body heat pressed against him, and her hot cunt gripping him so tightly. She wrapped her strong thighs around his hips and kissed his throat and his chest as she moved beneath him in a gentle wave, grinding her pussy against him. He thrust inside her, finding his place in their intimate dance.
She tilted her head back as her breathing changed to panting and she held tightly to him.
“Oh yes, don’t stop!” she cried as her movements increased and the shuddering in her body grew until she gasped and stiffened under him, her cunt rippling around his cock with waves of orgasm that nearly overpowered him.
“Oh, fuck yeah. Come for me. You feel so good, Gwen.”
Her movements slowed as he continued his rhythmic thrusting, reveling in the myriad sensations of their union . The heat, the pulse of energy that grew between them as their bodies slid together. The tension increased to a massive knot inside him as he held off his release because he had to hear her come one more time.
Sliding his hand around her nape, beneath her hair, he pressed his lips against the juncture of her shoulder and neck and slid his teeth gently across her skin as he thrust a little harder. That seemed to be all she needed as she capitulated and cried out, her sweat-slicked body writhing along with his as he gave in to his own need.
He gripped her curvaceous hip, holding her in place as he thrust hard. The orgasm boiled inside him and the knot of tension gathered force until it exploded and his cum spurted from his cock in hot, satisfying waves. When he opened his eyes, he realized he held her tightly in a little ball beneath him, pinned so she could barely move.
He released her, hoping he hadn’t left marks with his hands. “You okay?”
She gazed up at him with half-lidded eyes and gave him a sexy, crooked grin. “What do you think?”
“I think I was a little rough.”
She breathed out a soft chuckle. “I’d let you know if you were hurting me. That was fantastic.” She stretched again as he pulled from her and allowed her to lie flat on the bed again. Suddenly she sat up and looked around, then frowned. “Where’s Chris? Did he leave?”
Julián stroked her abdomen as she reclined again. “No. He’s in the shower. He wanted us to have some time alone.”
“Oh. Okay. I didn’t want him to leave, or think that he needed to.”
“I think he worried that you might change your mind about the three of us being together in the cold light of day.”