“You don’t know me very well. I’m always up for a bit of fun. Don’t need the hassle that a full time man brings.”
J raised his eyebrows, clearly not convinced. “Yeah, well just remember what I’ve said.”
I stood and took over the conversation; I was fairly certain that Serena and J would never come to an understanding about this. She really did just want a bit of fun but I knew that in J’s experience, women said that but never meant it. “We’re heading over to Scott’s at about ten thirty. I need to have a shower now and then J needs to give me my present,” I said, grinning at him. He looked a little stressed; the present buying hadn’t been without its issues. I couldn’t understand why men seemed to struggle so much with this.
He smacked me on the ass. “I’ll give you your present but not until you give me mine. And I’m talking about the one that you almost gave me this morning, babe.”
“Promises, promises,” I teased him, and then turned to Blake and Serena, “Make yourselves at home. Blake, feel free to play with the X-box. We’ll be back.” And with that, I dragged J towards the bedroom.
A minute or so later, he shut the bedroom door behind us and then pulled me to him, wrapping his arms around me and gripping my ass. He bent his head down to mine and caught my lips in a kiss. It was a deep kiss and he consumed me, body and soul. I would always be lost to this man; anything he wanted from me, he could have. I wouldn’t be able to deny him.
He ended our kiss but didn’t pull his face away from mine. His lips remained close to mine and when he spoke, warm breath hit me and sent a jolt of pleasure straight through me. “Feels so fucking good,” he growled, and squeezed my ass before letting his hands roam over my body, up to my hips and then my breasts before trailing them down to the bottom of the t-shirt I was wearing. It was his t-shirt and he removed it in one quick movement, and threw it on the floor.
His eyes slid over my naked body and I felt them everywhere; felt the desire they traced as he took his sweet time looking at me. J never seemed to tire of this and I reveled in it; I loved that he got so much pleasure out of simply watching me.
I reached out and slowly unzipped his jeans. When my hands lightly brushed over his skin he sucked in a breath. After I had his zip undone, I pulled his jeans down and he stepped out of them, kicking them to the side, out of our way. I moved closer to him so that we were skin to skin, and took his cock in my hand and stroked him. His hands moved over my ass and he dropped his head onto my shoulder as I continued to pleasure him. I could hear his ragged breathing and feel his body begin to jerk as his cock grew even harder.
“Fuck. Won’t be long,” he muttered and lifted his head, our eyes meeting.
“Merry Christmas, baby,” I whispered, keeping the momentum going with his cock.
Suddenly, he moved my hand away from him and lifted me up so that my legs wrapped around him. He walked me to the bed and deposited me on it. “I need to be in you,” he rasped, and moved over me on the bed.
I pulled his lips to mine in a frenzied kiss as my arms went around him. One of his hands moved over my breasts and then moved down my body until it found my clit, circling it and driving me wild. I dug my fingernails into his back and he grunted in pleasure. “J, I need your cock now,” I begged, and he didn’t waste any time. As he entered me, I lifted my hips to him and wrapped my legs around him. He thrust hard and fast, and it felt so fucking good. I swore his cock was made for me.
We lost ourselves as he kept up his unrelenting pace and fucked me with abandon. He worked me into a state of fevered passion, my entire body lit with the electric sensations that only J had ever been able to evoke in me. Our bodies were a wild mess of sweat and desire as we worked our way towards bliss.
“Fucking love you,” he grunted, as he thrust in as far as he could. J’s sweet talk during sex always affected me and a thrill shot through me at his words. It hit me right in my core. I closed my eyes and white lights flashed as an orgasm took hold. My legs squeezed tighter around him and I clenched my pussy around his cock; the pleasure almost at a peak. He stilled for a moment and then his cock jerked as he found his release and we came together.
J lay still on top of me for a couple of moments afterwards and then he lifted his head and smiled at me, dusting a kiss over my lips. “Best fucking Christmas present.”
“Yeah, it was,” I agreed and we lay like that for another moment or so, eyes and bodies locked together, enjoying the closeness.