by Blythe Stone
“I was thinking I might break out the box of toys but if you're tired I'll sing you to sleep. Your choice,” I offered.
“I just wanted to be alone with you,” Olivia stared. “Both of those options sound extremely appealing.”
“You made me want to own you earlier when you suggested that lap dance. Right now, I want to fuck you from behind,” I said.
“What are you waiting for,” Olivia asked.
I rolled off of her and got onto my knees. She watched me as I reached down and grabbed her body on both sides.
I flipped her over without much trouble and looked down at the smooth skin of her back. My eyes shifted, as I traveled her backside, not stopping until I got to her feet.
I licked my lips and flexed my hands, sliding off the bed and looking underneath it to find the box we kept there.
I pulled it out. It was a simple oak box that opened at the top. Inside I found all of our toys right where we left them.
I found my favorite, the vibrating strap on Olivia purchased for me. I stepped into the harness and tested the strength of its hold.
It was secure so I climbed back on the bed and moved towards Olivia letting the tip of the vibrator bump her hip.
“Get on your hands and knees,” I said.
She moved carefully, not speaking but obeying. As a last touch she let her hair down and shook it out, exhaling in preparation.
I used both of my hands to push her dress up until it rested close to her shoulder blades and then I pulled her underwear down, tapping her leg with my fingers to get her to lift it so I could get one side off and then I had her do the same with the opposite leg.
I tossed the panties to the floor and moved closer to her body, pushing her legs apart so I had access. I reached down and ran my fingers along her sex.
“You're already wet,” I commented.
She shuddered, goosebumps appearing all over her skin.
“Of course I am,” she whispered. “You're sexy.” I had warned her that I might want to be doing this around now. That always got her ready for me.
I leaned forward and let the tip of the vibrator touch her sex briefly before taking it away.
“Do you like it when I demand instead of ask?” I said.
I leaned forward again, rubbing her opening with the toy.
“Sometimes,” she panted, feeling it all.
“Do you like it when I hurt you a little?”
I pressed the vibrator in, slowly filling her up.
“Uh!” She gasped, moving away from me on accident because of the pressure. “Yes,” she answered, almost laughing at the relief she felt that this was happening right now.
“Did you like that?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said.
I pulled back, got ready, and pushed hard into her starting a thorough process of fucking her. Her body moved forward with a jolt when I stroked into her and the impact of our bodies coming together was satisfying.
I reached down and turned the vibration on. Then reached up to grip her hips so I could pull her back into me.
“I love feeling you like this,” I hissed.
As I pushed inside her and pulled her back into me again I heard her huff out a forced breath and then whine.
“What, baby?” I asked.
“It’s- really- good,” she stuttered out between movements. In and out, in and out, in and out. I knew how to fuck her. My hands were secure at her hips and I kept working her, watching her, waiting to see what she’d like and what would make her unravel.
Her breathing kept building, enticing me.
I laid my torso forward onto part of her back and put my hands on the bed on either side, keeping my pace up: in and out- in and out- in and out, never fully allowing the piece to escape her. I kissed her back and then leaned to the right, biting her side hard enough that she made a noise. Then, I soothed it with my tongue, kissing the spot at the end.
“Fuck,” she whined, moving with me. Her body helping me to fuck her right.
“Olivia, I want you to cum,” I said.
I reached around to touch her clit as well as I could. I knew it would overwhelm her but I wanted to do it. In and out, in and out, in and out. I wanted to make her feel too much. Give her all of that pressure. I usually held back some because I knew she couldn't take it but I wanted to push her beyond that. It was what she was always asking me for.
Even though my hand started to cramp I kept touching and fucking her, faster and harder.
Her noises told me I was unraveling her. Taking her apart one tight scruple at a time. Taking her to a place she wanted and needed.
Her body fought to both be freed and to keep me.
She put her face down on the down comforter, keeping her ass up in the air and helping me to push inside of her more all the more easy. The way her body was, the way she arched and curved, she was pretty much begging me to keep fucking her. Harder. That’s what her body language begged.
She had braced herself, all the pressure building as she felt me and whined.
I groaned and bore down on her with all the energy I could find. Her ass in the air, I put both my hands down on it and worked the piece to do more of a curve as it entered and then came back out. I wasn't thinking anything, just moving. Watching it enter her, watching her body and listening to see what was the best, what would work, what she would like. It was like swimming but I was inside of her, not the water. Our rhythm took us over until I wasn’t even thinking.
I was senseless and reckless, taking her over a mountain with me. We belonged to each other.
Her fingers gripped the thick fabric of the comforter as her entire body tensed and she wailed.
She would have to stop me because I couldn't regulate myself. It was too beautiful of a feeling, losing myself with her. Olivia could come more than once while she was being fucked, this I knew. She even told me more than once that it was usually better the second or third time. Little things like this always stuck with me. She was teaching me, how to give her what she wanted to have.
I felt the sting on my hand before I knew what I'd done and then I realized when I lifted my hand again I was spanking her. It took three times before I could fathom my instinct to do it. Her ass was red from my hand, a fine red circle.
Her muffled screams were directed straight into the mattress and her muscles all twitched as I drove into her again. If she wanted me to stop she’d be loud. I knew her. This was all just the build for her, the way she wanted me to fuck her.
I switched hands and sides, slowing the motion of my hips slightly until I found my balance.
Olivia used her hands to push her body back into mine, helping me to go deeper and fuck her faster and harder. I was driving into her while she was driving into me, two crashing trains.
I focused on that, repurposing my hand by reaching up to run my fingers through the hair at the back of her head and then I pulled, forcing her head back a little.
“Uh!” She gasped. “Yes,” she begged. “Make me cum.”
“Fuck,” I gritted out. That was it. I couldn’t take it. When she asked me for that all I wanted was to give it to her.
I put both hands back on her hips and pounded into her, giving her everything that was left of me.
Her hand found mine as I did it, helping me to know it was right.
She panted and squeaked, unable to breathe until I slowed and pushed deep into her driving her to finally release in near agony.
Her breathing came back, the squeaking of her breath being hers again. I could tell I broke her a little. The sounds of her tears running free from her eyes. The release of near panic.
She fell into the bed, flat, allowing me to push inside her free and deeper as she finally gasped and wept. I did a few push-ups like that, driving into her a few last times, giving her the end.
When I knew she was done, completely satisfied with whatever it was she wanted from me, I withdrew. Nervous, since this was always kind of magical for me, I moved quic
kly to remove the harness with trembling hands. I tossed it to the side of the bed and moved beside her, taking her up in my arms.
I let her cry and rest for a time. She needed to settle and I knew then I could talk.
It didn’t actually take long.
“Hey,” I whispered.
“Hm?” She answered sensitivity.
Her arms and hands had clung to me the whole time, lips and eyes buried against my naked chest.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Mmhmm,” she nodded, breathing in deep and sighing as her hand moved and pet me. “Thank you,” she said.
“Umm, you're welcome and thank you,” I said.
She would tell me if I went too far but she read just satisfied and happy now. I could feel it.
“I didn't do anything,” she laughed.
Her teeth nipped at my skin playfully and she slowly kissed when she nipped, tasting me lovingly.
“Yeah, you did. It took both of us to make that happen,” I said between kisses.
“You're too good to me,” Olivia said.
I felt her kissing my neck with her tongue and her lips, reviving a little, just enough to want to devour me again.
“Mmm, you deserve it and I get just as much back from you,” I said.
I shivered when she hit that spot right above my collar bone, that drove me nuts.
“Can I taste you?” She whispered. “All I want for Christmas is your taste in my mouth when I wake up.”
“Of course,” I said.
I knew what she would find. I was ready for her.
She rubbed her face against my skin, breathing me. But then she crawled up my body and found my lips, pushing her tongue inside my mouth and tasting my tongue first, liberally.
No one had ever kissed me like Olivia.
“I love you,” she breathed into me before kissing me again all territorial and aggressive.
“I love you too,” I replied when I had the chance.
She moved down my body, dragging her forehead on my skin as her hands pushed her downward on both sides of me. Indents in the mattress.
She wasn't hard or aggressive but she didn't temper herself or wait. I felt her tongue softly tasting me as she positioned herself between my legs and slowly licked me like she loved to do. In these moments, I knew, the act of tasting became her soul purpose to live.
“Mmm,” she hummed into me, eyes rolling. Her slow languid concentration on such a specific sensitive spot was very Olivia.
I squirmed a little, moving to get more friction and contact. I couldn't help it, with everything we’d just done, I was already close. I would not begrudge her though. I didn't ask for more or move again. To be still and just experience her was better than frenzied movements. It just took more willpower. I was better at that now.
“Vi,” I sighed, using my special name for her.
“Mmhmm,” she asked, all slow and tantalizing.
She crawled back up my body and licked my stomach on the way. When she found my face again she kissed me, laying her full body down onto mine and dragging her thigh up my center deliberately.
Because of the way I had rode her earlier, she’d long since lost her dress in frenzied movements of her own. Willing me to take her harder and be free. Now, everything was extra perfect. Her warm skin on mine. The calm and attention she was forcing me to have.
“Are you having fun with your present?” I asked.
One of her hands was playing with my neck, rubbing it, while she shifted to lick up the other side of it and relish in me. “Uh-huh,” she breathed languidly, thigh dragging up into my sex again. “I want you here,” she said, tapping two fingers on her lips.
“Okay,” I said.
I gathered myself and moved so she could lay flat on the bed. I carefully put my leg over her body so I was straddling her and moved toward her head until she stopped me.
I put my hands up on the headboard to stay steady.
Olivia reached her arms around my thighs from under me, holding onto my inner thighs with her hands and leading me down into her mouth, asking me to be closer, less careful. Her tongue snuck inside me and she moved her chin up a little to get the best angle.
As she entered me she hummed in pleasure, eyes rolling to a close.
“Fuck,” I moaned.
Her grip on my thighs was hot. And as soon as I spoke she started to move in and out of me rhythmically, spreading my thighs further so I'd have to fall down onto her more and be extra close.
She knew I wanted her to fuck me. But she also wanted to taste me her way.
I was always afraid to suffocate her because somewhere in my mind I knew she wouldn't mind dying like this too much.
“Careful,” I said.
She whined a little inside me.
She was leisurely at an activity that drove me insane with need for more but I was a masochist so it worked.
“More,” I managed to say.
Her voice grew deep as she pushed inside me faster and moaned.
Her hands pulled at once to spread me deeper so I'd fall onto her surging tongue. No longer was she teasing or drawing it out. Olivia knew when I asked that I was close to crawling out of my skin anyway.
Fingers pressed and dragged on the skin of my thighs. She loosened her grip and tried to encourage me to move back and forth against her mouth and feel my way into it, however I'd like.
I moved in small ways to get her tongue where I needed it and then I just rode her until my brain exploded with stars and my body got wobbly.
She helped me down to the bed and held me. I could do nothing but smile up at the ceiling. Best. Christmas. Ever.
“Mmm, you are way too hot when you do that,” she whispered, kissing my skin and petting me softly.
“Do what? You mean sit on you?” I asked.
“Mmmhmm, sure,” she chuckled.
“I think you just like having me on top,” I teased. I looked down. “You get a good view of my boobs.”
“Mmm, your boobs, your stomach, your face… Everything,” she adored. “But also you make better noises so I know you like it best.”
“Yes, once I get over being afraid I'm going to smother you to death, it is fucking amazing,” I said.
“You would never,” she laughed. She reached for my face and kissed my cheek once and twice. “Don’t be scared of that,” she whispered, breathing me.
“I can't help it but you do make me forget about it really quick. So, what do you wanna do now?”
“I, uh… I think I’m good,” she smiled, fully satisfied. “You?”
“I dunno. I'm hungry again though and I don't want to get up so I might crawl to the kitchen,” I joked.
“Old pancakes and nachos or something else?” She wondered, letting out a breath and rolling off of the bed to stand and find her night dress again. Her ass was all red from where I’d slapped it but she didn’t seem phased. Instead, she moved around the room like she usually did, her normal way, just sexy as hell. “Do you normally fuck before Christmas?” She asked, smirking at me.
She pulled her dress on over her head and helped it to fall down over her skin.
“Never have on Christmas Eve,” I answered.
I reached out to try and grab her and missed the first time but I nearly fell off the bed so I let myself slide down to the floor.
I got on my knees and crawled to her lifting my torso up and holding onto her hips.
“Mmm, I hit you pretty hard,” I said.
I kissed her butt cheek and felt the heat coming off from her skin.
“If you want to massage me I’ll allow it,” she said, holding her hands over mine and stopping for me. When I touched her, reached for her, she always loved to feel me extra.
“Oh, I will,” I lifted my head and moved my hands to her butt, rubbing her skin and then massaging with more force.
“Shit,” she exhaled, frozen in place because of my attentions and the overall residue from what we’d just done.
I
moved down to her hamstrings and thighs, brushing her sex with my fingertips and then moving to her calves and then back up.
When I got to her waist I stood up and rubbed her back all the way up to her shoulders and neck.
“You're still all loose from sex. I like when you're relaxed,” I said.
“I like it too,” she breathed, helping my hands to touch her.