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I hadn’t expected Matthew to be so romantic, or at least to have the time to be. He was always so busy, the hospital taking up so much of his nights and days that, on occasion, he barely had a moment to eat and sleep.
Yet somehow, he’d booked an Alpine lodge in Austria for a pre-Christmas getaway. He’d organised our flights and transfers and stocked the cupboards with every delicious festive treat imaginable.
Not that I needed edible treats when I had Matthew all to myself, that was enough…he was enough.
“Really? You want me to ride that?” I laughed and pointed at the little wooden sledge he’d pulled from a shed.
“Why not? You trust me, right? I am a doctor.”
Again, I laughed and squeezed his arm. “I’m pretty sure you didn’t study tobogganing at medical school.”
He shrugged and brushed his cool lips over mine. “True, but come on, we’re celebrating our second anniversary after all.”
I stamped my booted feet in the snow to keep them warm and looked at the icy path ahead. It was lined with pine trees, and the brilliant blue sky above cast lilac shadows. It didn’t look too steep nor too perilous, so I laughed and sat astride the sledge.
Quickly he sat behind me, his big solid body warm against my back, and then he pushed off.
I let out a squeal of delight as we picked up speed. He chuckled and held me tighter. I couldn’t remember when we’d last had such fun, perhaps in Turkey, during the summer when we’d gone paragliding. But there had been lots of other people around then; the entire holiday, in fact, had been busy, yet right now, it was as if we were the only people in the world.Since we’d arrived, no other soul had crossed our path. Our lodge was secluded and silent, cosy and soft, and a sudden delicious grip of anticipation caught in my stomach and then spread lower. I was looking forward to us being alone, by the fire, a glass of wine. Naked.
“We should get a little tree to decorate,” Matthew said by my ear as we slid around a corner. “Could be fun.”
“You got a chopper?”
He laughed. “I have an axe, there was a small one in the shed.”
“Let’s do it. How about that tree?”
He pulled the sledge to a halt, and we hopped off. Above us, a little snow shower tumbled down.
“Squirrel.” I pointed at the small red creature skittering from branch to branch. “A red one.”
“Oh yes.” He tossed the axe into the air, then caught it firmly by the handle, and the excitement building in my abdomen clenched again. “Right, let’s do this.”
It only took five swift strikes of the blade, and the pretty fir was down. We lifted it onto the sledge, and I grinned at him. “Time to go back?”
“Sure.” His eyes twinkled. “Don’t want you getting cold.”
“I’m not cold.”
“Really?” He twitched his eyebrows. “Because I’ve got some very imaginative ways of warming you up.”
“Is that right?” I laughed. “Okay, in that case I’m freezing. I really need heating up…thoroughly.”
He took my hand and bit on his bottom lip, the way he always did when sex was mentioned. I adored that about him.
“Come on then.” He took my hand and started off back up the hill. “If you’re that cold, we shouldn’t delay,” he said looking back at me with a wink.
I followed and was thankful I’d stacked the fire ready to light. I’d spark up the kindling as soon as we got back so we could get down and dirty and not feel the outside chill.
The lodge smelled of the bread we’d baked. While Matthew secured the tree in a stand, I got the fire roaring and thenpoured us mulled wine flavoured with cinnamon and nutmeg.
“What do you think?” Matthew put his hands on his hips and studied the tree. “They’re the only decorations I could find.”
“I think they’re sweet.” I handed him his wine, then touched a tiny wooden angel. “Very traditional.”
He took a sip of his drink and I studied the way the firelight danced on his handsome features. His nose was dead straight, his jawline strong and his dark blond hair was cropped shorter than usual; often he didn’t get time to have it cut so when he did he made sure it would last.
The wine warmed my throat and I folded down onto a large soft rug.
Matthew sat next to me and took my wine, placing it aside. “I seem to remember prescribing you warming up treatment.”
“Oh yes, you did. Shall I have my medicine now?”
“Definitely.” He cupped my face in his hands and set his lips over mine. A lovely deep kiss that told me just how much he needed me.
I sighed against him; the fire was warming, and my nipples hardened as his tongue stroked mine. His cologne had faded, but still, the spiced scent I’d come to adore was an aphrodisiac to me.
With a soft moan, I ran my hands over his broad shoulders and pressed closer.
It was all the encouragement he needed, and he broke the kiss to tug my sweater over my head.
The cool air spiked my nipples further, and a quiver attacked my belly. I didn’t want to rush, but I did want to get naked with him—start that climb to orgasm.
“I love your tits,” he said, pulling my lacy bra cups down to expose them. “Have I ever told you that?”
“Only a million times.” I giggled and ran my hand over his hair. But the giggle turned into a groan as he ducked and took my right nipple into his mouth. He sucked gently as he massaged my other breast.
A log shifted on the fire and sparked in the grate. My breasts were sensitive, as though they were hot-wired to my pussy, and dampness grew between my legs. “Matthew… I…”
“Don’t worry. I know what you need.”
He kissed my mouth again, the stubble on his chin grazing my flesh. I tweaked my hard nipple to an almost painful point. My need was turning to a craving for more—more of everything.
“Take this off.” I tugged at the base of his sweater.
It was gone in an instant, and his palms were roaming my body, over my jeans, up the gutter of my spine.
We were kissing again, hungry for each other. I felt as though my heart would burst with happiness. I’d never felt this way for anyone else.
“Take these off,” he murmured and popped open the button on my jeans.
“Yes, I think I should. I need expert attention down there.”
“Then I’m the man for the job.”
I locked my arms behind me as he removed my jeans, barely pausing in kissing me as he did so.
“Fuck, you always have the prettiest underwear,” he said, looking down at my black and white lacy thong. “It’s a shame to remove it.”
“But you’re going to anyway.”
“Yes, that’s a given.” He slotted his hips between my legs and kissed my breasts, my mouth, the sensitive spot on my neck that always had me squirming in delight. He was in no rush. He was enjoying the fact we had nowhere else to be but with each other beside a warm fire.
“I want to taste you,” he said. “Mulled wine is nice but your pussy is better.”
I let my head fall into a cushion and enjoyed a shiver of anticipation that shimmied over my flesh. He was a damn expert at oral. I’d have to be careful not to come too soon.
He pulled my little thong to one side and flicked his tongue over my clit.
My breath caught, and I clasped the pendent around my neck.
He licked my sensitive nub again, then wound a firm stroke around it and over it with the flat of his tongue.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped, arching my back and widening my legs for more.
He gave it—fast flicks of my clit that had my pussy tensing and my heart thudding. I was hot now, nothing to do with the fire. An orgasm was growing.
And then he backed off, kissing my inner thigh while I caught my breath and got a grip of my self-control.
“You like that?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
“You know I do.”
He was back there again, fucking me with his tongue, teasing my entrance with his fingers. I closed my eyes, lost to sensation. I bucked my hips, clasped my right breast and panted through the building pressure.
And then he gave me what I wanted, two fingers in my pussy. He tunnelled them deep and worked my clit. I curled forward and stiffened. The heat was intense, and the need to come was growing.
“Oh God, don’t stop. Please… don’t stop.” He was fucking me with his fingers. His attention on my clit was absolute. “You’re gonna make me come.”
My words seemed to spur him on. He upped the pace, drove into me deeper. I arched my spine and closed in on myself. My climax was all I could think about. And then it was hovering, a beautiful mountain of sensation that was about to topple through me. I didn’t hold back, gasping and panting and rolling my hips onto his face.
He stayed with me as the orgasm hit. A wonderfully intense burst of pleasure onto his tongue as my pussy spasmed around his long fingers. It spun through me, white-hot bliss that shook my breasts and had my thighs contracting around his shoulders.
“Did I hit the spot, babe?” He crawled up and over me.
“You know you did.” I grabbled with his belt buckle, undid it. “You always do.”
“Hey, there’s no rush. We haven’t got anything else to do today.”
I took a deep breath and forced myself to slow down. Matthew was right, we should enjoy the luxury of having time—we didn’t get it very often.
“Then let me play with you,” I said, pulling his cock free of his trousers and shoving the material down his thighs. “Let me get you really hard with my hands and mouth.”
He raised his eyebrows at me. “I like the sound of that.”
We kissed, languid strokes of our tongues, and I took his cock in my hand. He was only semi-erect so I worked him with long strokes, twisting at his cock tip just the way he liked.
“Oh doctor,” I said after a few minutes. “You really are getting hard now.”
“And it’s all for you.”
“I’m glad, because I’m hungry for it.”
His body was tense, all the muscles in his abdomen prominent. I licked my lips and dropped down to my hands and knees, looked up at him.
“This what you want?” he asked, fisting his cock and then swiping the tip over my mouth. “My cock?”
“Yes, all of it.”
He gritted his teeth, and his nostrils flared. He loved me giving him oral, he’d told me that many times—and that I took his big cock deeper than anyone else ever had. A fact I was quite proud of.
I wrapped my lips about his warmth then sank deep, hugging him with my tongue until he hit the back of my throat. Then I worked his balls and wriggled my hips from side to side, knowing full well he’d be looking at my bare ass.
“Ah fuck, Subil, you are so… fucking… good…”
I smiled around his cock and sucked back up his length. I didn’t let him fall out of my mouth completely and then sank back down.
He stiffened further and a drip of pre-cum coated my tongue. “Careful… I don’t recover as fast as you.”
I didn’t want to make him come, not yet. I wanted to have my second orgasm when that happened. So I worked him lazily, backing off when I felt his fingers tense in my hair or his balls retract to his body. He was breathing heavily, swaying his hips and holding my hair. I had an image of what we looked like—me on my hands and knees, his perfect body turned on and glistening in the firelight. We were so damn hot together.
“Enough. Enough.” He suddenly pulled away. “Fuck…”
His cheeks were flushed, and his mouth slack.
“Close huh?” I rested back down on the rug and spread my legs. Inviting him.
He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing low. “Give me a second.”
I smiled up at him and fingered my pussy. I was so wet and ready for his cock.
He watched me, his concentration between my legs. “And that’s supposed to help? You touching yourself like that?”
I shrugged. “I just want to be ready for you.”
“And I want to fuck you extra deep, really hit your G-spot.” He grabbed a pillow and shoved it under my ass, elevating my hips to a new position. “And my studies in anatomy reliably inform me this will do just that.”
“I’m lucky you’re so clever.”
He laughed softly and pulled my left leg upward, so it was resting on his shoulder. He then angled his cock at my entrance and pushed in.
“Oh fuck.” My eyes widened, and I stared up at him.
“Good?”
“Yes.” I nodded. “Oh… yes, just there.”
He half pulled out, then pushed in again, rubbing over my G-spot perfectly. The sensation was deep and dense and dragged a guttural groan from my chest.
“Ah yeah. I love it when you moan like that, tells me I’m hitting the spot.”
“Matthew… oh yes… you really are… don’t stop doing that.”
“I won’t.” He dipped his head to kiss my neck, and this seemed to make him go even deeper into my body.
He fucked me in a lazy way, driving me crazy with desire. “Use this,” he said after a few minutes. “Have a G-spot and clit orgasm.” He produced a small vibrator. “Please, I want to see you come like that.”
I greedily grabbed the vibe and put it on my clit. The buzz went straight to my core, tensing my belly and sending a shiver of desire wending up my spine.
He straightened his arms, locking them, making sure he went oh so deep and stroking my G-spot with each thrust. His skin glowed in the firelight and his cheeks were flushed, every muscle rigid.
“Oh… it’s so good,” I gasped.
“I don’t want it to end.” His eyes flashed with desire.
“Me neither.” But I knew it would end, the angle of my hips on the pillow and the vibe, it was intense to the extreme, every small movement exotic and erotic. I gripped his wide biceps and canted my hips to meet him.
“Come,” he said, “like this, I want to watch you.”
“Come with me.” I was breathing fast, the pressure about to spill over now.
“No, I want to concentrate on you, you’re beautiful when you come.”
I didn’t need telling twice and I gave up on holding off. The pleasure bloomed big and fast and so deep inside of me. For a sweet honeyed moment, I held my breath, capturing the release and letting it flutter like a trapped butterfly in my core, and then I set it free it. It winged over my skin, shook my limbs and pulsed through my clit and pussy. My deep internal muscles gripped his cock in a series of powerful spasms that had me shaking and crying out. “Oh… oh… yes…”
“Fuck, you’re coming so hard around me,” he said also breathless, “it feels amazing.”
“You’re… amazing…” I writhed and took everything he gave, the vibrator became too much, and I tossed it aside, concentrating on his cock butting up against my G-spot. I was dizzy with ecstasy, every nerve in my body alive.
He slowed and straightened and looked down at where he had entered me. “I’m never happier than when I’m inside you.” The tendons on his neck were taut and a vein was prominent in his temple.
I giggled. “So stay inside me.”
“I intend to.” He grinned suddenly. “Turn around. Like this.”
He urged me onto my hands and knees before him, the fire warming my already hot face.
I tugged my right buttock, exposing my wet pussy for him.
Without hesitation he was there, his big hard cock pushing into my entrance.
Instinctively, we set up the perfect rhythm, a push and pull, rock and roll against each other. He clasped my breasts and kissed the back of my neck as though he couldn’t get close enough to me.
I wanted him to always be close.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he murmured.
His cock hardened, his root stretching my entrance. He was so close, so very close to coming.
“Oh you’re so hard,” I gasped. “So fucking hard.”
“For you, all for you.” He sped up, his movements urgent and pushing the air from my lungs. His fingers gripped my hips and his flesh slapped against mine.
“Oh fuck…” he gasped. “Fuck… Subil… I’m coming…”
“Yes, yes! Come!” I cried out and caught hold of another orgasm that was about to ravish me. I wanted to share his pleasure.
His lazy, all-the-time-in-the world attitude had left him, now he was racing toward his pleasure. Nothing would stop it. Nothing would contain it.
I was crying out with each pound of his hips, and when another climax swiftly carried me onto a pulsing high, I felt his cock spurting and throbbing inside of me.
Bright lights flashed in my vision, and his unholy praises to the Lord rattled around my brain.
“Jesus, that’s good.” He clasped my ass cheeks and slowed. “So damn good. Every time. Fuck.”
I smiled, total satisfaction washing through me. Our festive Alpine weekend was turning out to be perfect in every way, full of hot smut, and we still had two more days. That was plenty of time for every type of fuck, and I intended to work through them all. Each one a perfect Christmas present.
The End
Yet somehow, he’d booked an Alpine lodge in Austria for a pre-Christmas getaway. He’d organised our flights and transfers and stocked the cupboards with every delicious festive treat imaginable.
Not that I needed edible treats when I had Matthew all to myself, that was enough…he was enough.
“Really? You want me to ride that?” I laughed and pointed at the little wooden sledge he’d pulled from a shed.
“Why not? You trust me, right? I am a doctor.”
Again, I laughed and squeezed his arm. “I’m pretty sure you didn’t study tobogganing at medical school.”
He shrugged and brushed his cool lips over mine. “True, but come on, we’re celebrating our second anniversary after all.”
I stamped my booted feet in the snow to keep them warm and looked at the icy path ahead. It was lined with pine trees, and the brilliant blue sky above cast lilac shadows. It didn’t look too steep nor too perilous, so I laughed and sat astride the sledge.
Quickly he sat behind me, his big solid body warm against my back, and then he pushed off.
I let out a squeal of delight as we picked up speed. He chuckled and held me tighter. I couldn’t remember when we’d last had such fun, perhaps in Turkey, during the summer when we’d gone paragliding. But there had been lots of other people around then; the entire holiday, in fact, had been busy, yet right now, it was as if we were the only people in the world.Since we’d arrived, no other soul had crossed our path. Our lodge was secluded and silent, cosy and soft, and a sudden delicious grip of anticipation caught in my stomach and then spread lower. I was looking forward to us being alone, by the fire, a glass of wine. Naked.
“We should get a little tree to decorate,” Matthew said by my ear as we slid around a corner. “Could be fun.”
“You got a chopper?”
He laughed. “I have an axe, there was a small one in the shed.”
“Let’s do it. How about that tree?”
He pulled the sledge to a halt, and we hopped off. Above us, a little snow shower tumbled down.
“Squirrel.” I pointed at the small red creature skittering from branch to branch. “A red one.”
“Oh yes.” He tossed the axe into the air, then caught it firmly by the handle, and the excitement building in my abdomen clenched again. “Right, let’s do this.”
It only took five swift strikes of the blade, and the pretty fir was down. We lifted it onto the sledge, and I grinned at him. “Time to go back?”
“Sure.” His eyes twinkled. “Don’t want you getting cold.”
“I’m not cold.”
“Really?” He twitched his eyebrows. “Because I’ve got some very imaginative ways of warming you up.”
“Is that right?” I laughed. “Okay, in that case I’m freezing. I really need heating up…thoroughly.”
He took my hand and bit on his bottom lip, the way he always did when sex was mentioned. I adored that about him.
“Come on then.” He took my hand and started off back up the hill. “If you’re that cold, we shouldn’t delay,” he said looking back at me with a wink.
I followed and was thankful I’d stacked the fire ready to light. I’d spark up the kindling as soon as we got back so we could get down and dirty and not feel the outside chill.
The lodge smelled of the bread we’d baked. While Matthew secured the tree in a stand, I got the fire roaring and thenpoured us mulled wine flavoured with cinnamon and nutmeg.
“What do you think?” Matthew put his hands on his hips and studied the tree. “They’re the only decorations I could find.”
“I think they’re sweet.” I handed him his wine, then touched a tiny wooden angel. “Very traditional.”
He took a sip of his drink and I studied the way the firelight danced on his handsome features. His nose was dead straight, his jawline strong and his dark blond hair was cropped shorter than usual; often he didn’t get time to have it cut so when he did he made sure it would last.
The wine warmed my throat and I folded down onto a large soft rug.
Matthew sat next to me and took my wine, placing it aside. “I seem to remember prescribing you warming up treatment.”
“Oh yes, you did. Shall I have my medicine now?”
“Definitely.” He cupped my face in his hands and set his lips over mine. A lovely deep kiss that told me just how much he needed me.
I sighed against him; the fire was warming, and my nipples hardened as his tongue stroked mine. His cologne had faded, but still, the spiced scent I’d come to adore was an aphrodisiac to me.
With a soft moan, I ran my hands over his broad shoulders and pressed closer.
It was all the encouragement he needed, and he broke the kiss to tug my sweater over my head.
The cool air spiked my nipples further, and a quiver attacked my belly. I didn’t want to rush, but I did want to get naked with him—start that climb to orgasm.
“I love your tits,” he said, pulling my lacy bra cups down to expose them. “Have I ever told you that?”
“Only a million times.” I giggled and ran my hand over his hair. But the giggle turned into a groan as he ducked and took my right nipple into his mouth. He sucked gently as he massaged my other breast.
A log shifted on the fire and sparked in the grate. My breasts were sensitive, as though they were hot-wired to my pussy, and dampness grew between my legs. “Matthew… I…”
“Don’t worry. I know what you need.”
He kissed my mouth again, the stubble on his chin grazing my flesh. I tweaked my hard nipple to an almost painful point. My need was turning to a craving for more—more of everything.
“Take this off.” I tugged at the base of his sweater.
It was gone in an instant, and his palms were roaming my body, over my jeans, up the gutter of my spine.
We were kissing again, hungry for each other. I felt as though my heart would burst with happiness. I’d never felt this way for anyone else.
“Take these off,” he murmured and popped open the button on my jeans.
“Yes, I think I should. I need expert attention down there.”
“Then I’m the man for the job.”
I locked my arms behind me as he removed my jeans, barely pausing in kissing me as he did so.
“Fuck, you always have the prettiest underwear,” he said, looking down at my black and white lacy thong. “It’s a shame to remove it.”
“But you’re going to anyway.”
“Yes, that’s a given.” He slotted his hips between my legs and kissed my breasts, my mouth, the sensitive spot on my neck that always had me squirming in delight. He was in no rush. He was enjoying the fact we had nowhere else to be but with each other beside a warm fire.
“I want to taste you,” he said. “Mulled wine is nice but your pussy is better.”
I let my head fall into a cushion and enjoyed a shiver of anticipation that shimmied over my flesh. He was a damn expert at oral. I’d have to be careful not to come too soon.
He pulled my little thong to one side and flicked his tongue over my clit.
My breath caught, and I clasped the pendent around my neck.
He licked my sensitive nub again, then wound a firm stroke around it and over it with the flat of his tongue.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped, arching my back and widening my legs for more.
He gave it—fast flicks of my clit that had my pussy tensing and my heart thudding. I was hot now, nothing to do with the fire. An orgasm was growing.
And then he backed off, kissing my inner thigh while I caught my breath and got a grip of my self-control.
“You like that?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
“You know I do.”
He was back there again, fucking me with his tongue, teasing my entrance with his fingers. I closed my eyes, lost to sensation. I bucked my hips, clasped my right breast and panted through the building pressure.
And then he gave me what I wanted, two fingers in my pussy. He tunnelled them deep and worked my clit. I curled forward and stiffened. The heat was intense, and the need to come was growing.
“Oh God, don’t stop. Please… don’t stop.” He was fucking me with his fingers. His attention on my clit was absolute. “You’re gonna make me come.”
My words seemed to spur him on. He upped the pace, drove into me deeper. I arched my spine and closed in on myself. My climax was all I could think about. And then it was hovering, a beautiful mountain of sensation that was about to topple through me. I didn’t hold back, gasping and panting and rolling my hips onto his face.
He stayed with me as the orgasm hit. A wonderfully intense burst of pleasure onto his tongue as my pussy spasmed around his long fingers. It spun through me, white-hot bliss that shook my breasts and had my thighs contracting around his shoulders.
“Did I hit the spot, babe?” He crawled up and over me.
“You know you did.” I grabbled with his belt buckle, undid it. “You always do.”
“Hey, there’s no rush. We haven’t got anything else to do today.”
I took a deep breath and forced myself to slow down. Matthew was right, we should enjoy the luxury of having time—we didn’t get it very often.
“Then let me play with you,” I said, pulling his cock free of his trousers and shoving the material down his thighs. “Let me get you really hard with my hands and mouth.”
He raised his eyebrows at me. “I like the sound of that.”
We kissed, languid strokes of our tongues, and I took his cock in my hand. He was only semi-erect so I worked him with long strokes, twisting at his cock tip just the way he liked.
“Oh doctor,” I said after a few minutes. “You really are getting hard now.”
“And it’s all for you.”
“I’m glad, because I’m hungry for it.”
His body was tense, all the muscles in his abdomen prominent. I licked my lips and dropped down to my hands and knees, looked up at him.
“This what you want?” he asked, fisting his cock and then swiping the tip over my mouth. “My cock?”
“Yes, all of it.”
He gritted his teeth, and his nostrils flared. He loved me giving him oral, he’d told me that many times—and that I took his big cock deeper than anyone else ever had. A fact I was quite proud of.
I wrapped my lips about his warmth then sank deep, hugging him with my tongue until he hit the back of my throat. Then I worked his balls and wriggled my hips from side to side, knowing full well he’d be looking at my bare ass.
“Ah fuck, Subil, you are so… fucking… good…”
I smiled around his cock and sucked back up his length. I didn’t let him fall out of my mouth completely and then sank back down.
He stiffened further and a drip of pre-cum coated my tongue. “Careful… I don’t recover as fast as you.”
I didn’t want to make him come, not yet. I wanted to have my second orgasm when that happened. So I worked him lazily, backing off when I felt his fingers tense in my hair or his balls retract to his body. He was breathing heavily, swaying his hips and holding my hair. I had an image of what we looked like—me on my hands and knees, his perfect body turned on and glistening in the firelight. We were so damn hot together.
“Enough. Enough.” He suddenly pulled away. “Fuck…”
His cheeks were flushed, and his mouth slack.
“Close huh?” I rested back down on the rug and spread my legs. Inviting him.
He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing low. “Give me a second.”
I smiled up at him and fingered my pussy. I was so wet and ready for his cock.
He watched me, his concentration between my legs. “And that’s supposed to help? You touching yourself like that?”
I shrugged. “I just want to be ready for you.”
“And I want to fuck you extra deep, really hit your G-spot.” He grabbed a pillow and shoved it under my ass, elevating my hips to a new position. “And my studies in anatomy reliably inform me this will do just that.”
“I’m lucky you’re so clever.”
He laughed softly and pulled my left leg upward, so it was resting on his shoulder. He then angled his cock at my entrance and pushed in.
“Oh fuck.” My eyes widened, and I stared up at him.
“Good?”
“Yes.” I nodded. “Oh… yes, just there.”
He half pulled out, then pushed in again, rubbing over my G-spot perfectly. The sensation was deep and dense and dragged a guttural groan from my chest.
“Ah yeah. I love it when you moan like that, tells me I’m hitting the spot.”
“Matthew… oh yes… you really are… don’t stop doing that.”
“I won’t.” He dipped his head to kiss my neck, and this seemed to make him go even deeper into my body.
He fucked me in a lazy way, driving me crazy with desire. “Use this,” he said after a few minutes. “Have a G-spot and clit orgasm.” He produced a small vibrator. “Please, I want to see you come like that.”
I greedily grabbed the vibe and put it on my clit. The buzz went straight to my core, tensing my belly and sending a shiver of desire wending up my spine.
He straightened his arms, locking them, making sure he went oh so deep and stroking my G-spot with each thrust. His skin glowed in the firelight and his cheeks were flushed, every muscle rigid.
“Oh… it’s so good,” I gasped.
“I don’t want it to end.” His eyes flashed with desire.
“Me neither.” But I knew it would end, the angle of my hips on the pillow and the vibe, it was intense to the extreme, every small movement exotic and erotic. I gripped his wide biceps and canted my hips to meet him.
“Come,” he said, “like this, I want to watch you.”
“Come with me.” I was breathing fast, the pressure about to spill over now.
“No, I want to concentrate on you, you’re beautiful when you come.”
I didn’t need telling twice and I gave up on holding off. The pleasure bloomed big and fast and so deep inside of me. For a sweet honeyed moment, I held my breath, capturing the release and letting it flutter like a trapped butterfly in my core, and then I set it free it. It winged over my skin, shook my limbs and pulsed through my clit and pussy. My deep internal muscles gripped his cock in a series of powerful spasms that had me shaking and crying out. “Oh… oh… yes…”
“Fuck, you’re coming so hard around me,” he said also breathless, “it feels amazing.”
“You’re… amazing…” I writhed and took everything he gave, the vibrator became too much, and I tossed it aside, concentrating on his cock butting up against my G-spot. I was dizzy with ecstasy, every nerve in my body alive.
He slowed and straightened and looked down at where he had entered me. “I’m never happier than when I’m inside you.” The tendons on his neck were taut and a vein was prominent in his temple.
I giggled. “So stay inside me.”
“I intend to.” He grinned suddenly. “Turn around. Like this.”
He urged me onto my hands and knees before him, the fire warming my already hot face.
I tugged my right buttock, exposing my wet pussy for him.
Without hesitation he was there, his big hard cock pushing into my entrance.
Instinctively, we set up the perfect rhythm, a push and pull, rock and roll against each other. He clasped my breasts and kissed the back of my neck as though he couldn’t get close enough to me.
I wanted him to always be close.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he murmured.
His cock hardened, his root stretching my entrance. He was so close, so very close to coming.
“Oh you’re so hard,” I gasped. “So fucking hard.”
“For you, all for you.” He sped up, his movements urgent and pushing the air from my lungs. His fingers gripped my hips and his flesh slapped against mine.
“Oh fuck…” he gasped. “Fuck… Subil… I’m coming…”
“Yes, yes! Come!” I cried out and caught hold of another orgasm that was about to ravish me. I wanted to share his pleasure.
His lazy, all-the-time-in-the world attitude had left him, now he was racing toward his pleasure. Nothing would stop it. Nothing would contain it.
I was crying out with each pound of his hips, and when another climax swiftly carried me onto a pulsing high, I felt his cock spurting and throbbing inside of me.
Bright lights flashed in my vision, and his unholy praises to the Lord rattled around my brain.
“Jesus, that’s good.” He clasped my ass cheeks and slowed. “So damn good. Every time. Fuck.”
I smiled, total satisfaction washing through me. Our festive Alpine weekend was turning out to be perfect in every way, full of hot smut, and we still had two more days. That was plenty of time for every type of fuck, and I intended to work through them all. Each one a perfect Christmas present.
The End
