I hang the last ornament as she walks through the door and hear her exhale sharply. I smile to myself before turning to catch her eye. “Like what you see?” I ask her, pretending I am referring to the tree I just decorated for us. I am dressed in a cami layered under a cardigan that slips off my shoulder as I walk towards her. My bottom half is covered only by barely there lace panties and thigh high socks. She gives me a look that tells me she is well aware of my sass...and my ass, as she slips her coat off her shoulders. Underneath she is dressed in a black dress with long lace sleeves, patterned tights, and over the knee boots. I have been thinking about unwrapping her since I saw her dress for work this morning.
“Welcome home.” I greet with a devilish smile as I approach, capturing her hips, then kiss her soft lips. My hands run up the curves of her long torso and into her thick, dark hair as my tongue slips past her parted lips and explores. She tastes of coffee, sweet and creamy. The faint musk of American Spirits and her perfume tickles my nostrils as I move my lips from her mouth, acoss her jaw, and pause to nip at her earlobe. I breathe her in and relish the feeling of having her against me again. My hands explore freely, taking in every womanly curve.
“I still have work I need to get done.” Celeste protests, but I can see and feel her response to my touch. Her skin is flushed and her full, round breasts rise and fall against my own chest. I smirk against her neck then lick the smooth salty flesh before kissing and nipping a trail from her neck to her collar bone. Celeste sighs almost as if in resignation but I know her body. She wants to feel me as much as I need to feel her. “Serena…” she breathes as my hand cups one of her perfect tits and massages the fleshy mound. I am still trailing kisses along her collarbone and reach the opposite side. Celeste trembles slightly against me as my lips, tongue, and teeth work together to tease and suck on her beautiful neck.
When her hands start to explore my body, I know I have her full attention. My mouth finds hers again and as we make out passionately, I place my hands on her hips once more and urge her backwards until her legs are against the couch. I tear my lips off hers and push her to sit. Her eyes watch mine curiously as I lower myself to my knees before her. After I silently remove her boots, my fingertips graze against her skin lightly as they travel up her calves, over her knees, and along her thighs. My hands disappear under her dress and as they travel up to her hips, I let my thumbs jut out to rub along her inner thighs and brush the outer edges of her panties. Once my fingers reach the top edge of her tights, I pull both them and her panties down. Celeste responds by lifting her ass, supporting her weight with the legs I am currently kneeling between.
Once her long, tanned legs are no longer hidden from me, my hands go back to exploring, more roughly this time. I massage my way up her thighs then lightly scratch my way back towards her knees. I watch her reactions; the way her eyes close and open again, the deep inhales of anticipation. I smile as I take in her alluring figure and mesmerizing, deep brown eyes. I lean close to her inner leg, right by her knee and plant a small kiss. “You are so beautiful.” I muse. I kiss her other thigh in the same place. “So sexy.” I say as I look into her eyes and shift back to the other thigh, only higher this time. “You feel so soft.” I tell her before switching to the other side. I repeat the cycle over again, slowly kissing my way up her inner thighs, bringing her dress up along with me. I stagger the kisses intermittently with words with affection and adoration. When I plant my final kiss, so close to her bare, moistened folds sparking in the shimmering Christmas lights, I feel her body twitch with expectancy.
Her eager desire sends a fiery tingle across my flesh, starting in between my legs, and I start to fuck her with my tongue then lick my way to her clit.
I smile against her smooth thigh, “Do you have any idea how long I have been fucking waiting to do this?” Despite the smile on my lips, my words come out almost in a growl. Before she can start to respond, my mouth is on her hot, wet, sweet folds. Celeste’s head is thrown back then I hear a moan, a delicious purr of a growl, then “Serena…” She lifts her head to look at me as she says my name. My tongue slowly glides against her clit in long, lingering strokes. My hands grasp at her hips and her hands find their way into my long brunette waves. As she purrs and hums, Celeste grinds her pussy against my tongue. Her eager desire sends a fiery tingle across my flesh, starting in between my legs, and I start to fuck her with my tongue then lick my way to her clit. I suck on it softly, but enough to elicit a very audible and sexy moan as Celeste’s hands clench my hair.
Without taking my mouth off her, I put one finger into her pussy. I hear her hiss with need and add a second finger after pulling out the first. I fuck her with my two fingers slowly at first, my mouth and tongue still worshiping her sensitive clit, but as she bucks more against me and her cries become more desperate, I suck harder as my tongue flicks and licks her sweet spot. My fingers continuously thrust in and out of her at a steadily increasing pace. I can feel my panties are soaked with my arousal but I think nothing of it because this is for her. My hand and mouth work harmoniously as my free hand explores her thigh, hip, ass, and stomach in no particular order. I feel the need to caress all of her sensual curves, feel her as she feels the pleasure I give her. Her body tightens under me and her muscles clench my fingers as her body convulses lightly. She screams out as the tremors move through her body then moans as I keep a steady pace on her, forcing her to ride out wave after wave. Only when I am sure she has had enough, I remove my fingers and lick her juices from her entrance up to her swollen clit. She shivers slightly as her moans fade into hums of satisfied pleasure. I kiss her intimate lips sensually then sit back on my heels to smile at her. “Merry Christmas.” I smirk when we lock gazes.
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