by J. L. Foster
She pressed both hands against Dylan's head and clutched fistfuls of his hair between her fingers. Pulling tenderly, she moved with the motion of his tongue and mouth, working him harder onto her tender, pulsing nipple. She sucked in a breath through her teeth and held it tight. Dylan's right hand had moved from her left breast and now trailed down her stomach, rubbing over her closely shaved pubic mound. Then, his hand dipped down into the v of her thighs, touching upon her warmth. She grew wet at his touch, and he pressed a finger deep between her lips.
"Oh, Dylan,” she whimpered as he fingered her and feasted upon her breast.
Jasmine opened her eyes wide and curled her mouth into an open circular shape as his mouth left her nipple and he began to move further down her body. He took one of her legs in each of her arms and raised them onto his shoulders.
"You happened to catch me while I'm hungry,” he teased as he dipped his head low and began to lap at the sweet dark lips of her pussy. Hungrily, he feasted upon her clit, suckling it into his mouth and taunting it with tantalizing laps of his tongue. As he fed, he continued to thrust his finger deep inside of her and added a second one as she grew even wetter for him. Looking over her body, he watched her expression as he fed on her tender pussy. Her head was arched back, her eyes were clamped shut, and her lips were parted. Those lips released soft moans of pleasure, encouraging him to feast even further.
Several moments passed before he pulled his mouth and fingers away. He offered her clit another hard lick and poked his tongue into her cunt before coming up on his knees. With careful movements, he straddled Jasmine and kissed her again on the neck, cheek, and mouth. Then, when her eyes offered him a look that he knew all too well, he bent upright and crawled further up her body until his legs straddled her chest. Then, unbuttoning the three buttons of his flannel pajama bottoms, he released his strong, slightly curved eight inch erection for his wife's feeding pleasure.
Pressing his hands against the area of floor behind her head, he slowly eased his pelvis down and brought the tip of his cock to her pursed and waiting lips. She teased its head with just as much strength and momentum as he had teased her clit, running the tip of her tongue up and down its underneath and around the slight bit of foreskin that the doctor had spared him during his infantile circumcision. Carefully, she bit down onto the foreskin and began to tug it with her teeth, causing his erection to pulsate heavily from the attention.
Her mouth opened fully and Dylan lowered himself even more, pushing the head of his cock between her eager lips. She clamped her lips closed over it quickly and began to suck with tremendous force. Dylan lifted his chin and closed his eyes, moaning hard over the sudden electric sensation. Softly, he pumped against her face keeping with the rhythm of her sucks, edging in deeper each time. Jasmine then lifted her head and swallowed him completely, feeling his scrotum touch against her chin.
He held steady there for a moment, feeling the sensations rise with the steady flicks of her tongue and sucking of her mouth. Then, quite suddenly, he pulled out from her beautiful, full lips and grinned down at her. Easing down, he laid flat atop her body, kissing her heavily as he pulled her into his arms. She rolled into his grip and brought him beneath her. She ran her fingernails down his chest and sides, titillating his nipples in a way quite similar to how he had treated hers. They hardened after a moment and his grunt was filled with passion.
Bringing her legs around his thighs, she straddled him and opened herself up to his waiting member. It needed not a hand to enter her, and she settled back onto it, taking it in completely. She held it there for a moment, capturing his tongue with her kiss and enjoying the sensation of having her husband inside of her. She began to rise and lower herself onto him, bringing him into full motion with her moves. With every push down that she offered, he pushed upward, giving total impact to each moment of the penetration. The speed was slow but steady, and every inward thrust seemed like an explosion from heaven. Dylan began to sweat as his movements gradually grew swifter and harder and Jasmine's low moans developed into heavy cries of sexual pleasure.
After a moment, Jasmine climbed off of her husband and lowered herself onto her back. Dylan, in turn, brought his body over hers and lifted her legs onto his shoulders one more time, pressing the head of his cock into her sopping wet cunt. He moved eagerly and with determination now, feasting on her breasts as he pleased her with his manly gift. He felt the tingling sensation beginning to surge through his dick, and that meant he was drawing close to orgasm. Slowing his speed, he held steady inside of her and fought back the desire to come. It was Christmas and he wanted his present. He wanted his wife to orgasm first.
Pulling out of her completely, he turned his body around over hers and lowered his crotch down to Jasmine's face. As she began to hungrily devour him, he pressed his face between her open legs and delved back into his mixture of fingering her pussy and eating it.
Through the midst of the sixty-nine, her orgasm came hard and fast. She screamed in a tone unearthly, filling his mouth with her womanly juices as her body trembled with electricity. The taste of his wife's climax pushed his own over the edge, and he spilled his life deep into her throat. Leaning over, he collapsed onto his side, pulling out of Jasmine's mouth completely and leaving both of them to their heavy recovery panting.
After breakfast had been reheated, they sat together on the sofa, filling their stomachs with eggs, bacon, toast, and fresh hot coffee.
Casually, Dylan took his wife's hand in his own and looked into her deep brown eyes. “It's Christmas. Is there anything special you'd like to do today?"
Closing her eyes, Jasmine smiled and softly nodded her head. When her eyes reopened, she spoke. “I saw an ad on television yesterday for this place that just opened nearby. Santa Claus Haven, I think it's called. They're open today, and I'm feeling the Christmas spirit."
"Santa Claus Haven?” he questioned, unable to believe his ears after what they had just suffered through. “I thought you said you never wanted to see another Santa for as long as you lived."
"I don't want to raise our child being afraid of Santa Claus, and if I'm afraid, he or she will be too,” she explained before sipping her coffee. “Besides, if I'm going to break my fear of Santas, this is the perfect place to do it. They have a brand new attraction—the world's largest wood-carved Santa Claus."
"It sounds like a treat,” Dylan replied with a smile.
"Besides,” Jasmine continued, “I have no reason to be afraid anymore anyway. It's not like we'll ever be in the presence of that beastly Santa again—that horrible monster playing St. Nick."
Nodding his head in agreement, Dylan finished his breakfast before moving to the bathroom to prepare for their trip to Santa Claus Haven.
THE END
About the Author
J. L. Foster is the author of numerous erotic and dramatic pieces and has been included in many nationally published magazines. JL also operates and publishes a weekly newsletter via his website at www.jlfoster.biz and is the interviewer for Sensual Reads & Reviews at www.sensualreads.net He currently resides outside of Nashville, Tennessee, with his partner of five years.
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My Werewolf Lover
By Brenda Steele
I closed my eyes and leaned back against a tree. My body was on fire and there was no one to satisfy the need. My intended, whom I hadn't as yet accepted, would stick to our customs. He would not touch me or even visit with me until after the wedding. That could be months away. I needed fulfillment now, and I wanted the great big stiff rod of a werewolf!
My foolish tears continued to flow down my cheeks until I heard the snap of a twig nearby. I jumped and opened my eyes to see a man standing before me. He was so tall. I bumped my head against the tree trying to look up at him. Though he stood less than an inch from me, I knew he was naked. And the scent, that earthy aroma—male and feral—told me he was of that wild race I had been warne
d about, the one I had been chasing.
My heart pounded and my throat went dry with him so close. I wasn't sure if he knew what I wanted and was there to offer it to me, or if he planned to rip me to shreds. Flames heated my face when I became aware that the thing bumping against my belly was in fact his cock. My eyes widened in shock as I gazed into his eyes.
He uttered something, a command maybe. I could no more speak his language than he could speak mine. As though mesmerized, I reached up to touch his face, but he drew back. And then in one rough movement, he hooked his fingers around the collar of my dress and tore downward.
I squeaked in amazement when the afternoon breeze tantalized my bare nipples. The werewolf's gaze dropped to the tightening dark pink buds. A tongue longer than any Elf's snaked out to lick his lips. It seemed hardly believable, but the wolf wanted me. I was going to have what I had been craving for so long.
"What's your name?” I asked him.
He didn't even attempt to answer. Rough hands grasped me by the hips and lifted me. He slung me over his shoulder and began walking deeper into the forest. I can't pretend that I wasn't afraid. I was, especially when he caught a hold of the tattered remains of my dress and tore it away from my ass. When my rear was bobbing for all the world to view as we traveled, he alternately stuck a finger inside my flowing cream and then trailed it back to my ass opening.
I groaned and twitched on his shoulder, loving his touch, but wanting a little self-respect like walking under my own steam. The werewolf wouldn't be reasoned with, so I resolved to enjoy what I could. But then when he felt my anus was wet enough and his finger slick enough, with no warning, he plunged the finger inside my hole. I screamed and pleaded.
"No, no. Stop!"
But he continued in and out, over and over. I gasped and struggled against him. I didn't want to cum upside down, while being carried through the woods, but that's exactly what was happening to me. It hurt ... alot! But I came. My juices were flowing down toward his shoulder, mixing in the curly red hair at the apex of my pussy.
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