"Dammit Tori, you didn't need to do this."
The Latina beamed at me, obviously satisfied that she had surprised me. The Christmas gift I'd just opened was a Glock Twenty Nine – the smaller version of my hunting gun – topped with a red dot sight, tucked into a nice leather holster, accompanied by a handful of conversion and extended barrels. "That's why it's called a gift, cuz I didn't need to. I just didn't want you to be totally defenseless at home."
I mock-scowled at her, then broke into a grin. "Thank you."
Sienna had left that morning to spend the holiday with her family – promising to return soon – and Tori and I had spent the twenty fourth curled up on the couch watching every iteration of A Christmas Carol ever filmed while a deer meat roast cooked in the oven. Nearly midnight now, and the gun was the last gift under the Christmas tree I'd cut earlier in the week. Tori had gotten the convertible and a couple of limited edition pocketknives from me, and I'd gotten new wrestling gloves.
We cleaned up the shredded wrapping paper and then moved to the couch, me wedged into one corner, Tori laying with her head on my lap, both of us wrapped in thick blankets as we relaxed by the light of the Christmas tree.
"I just wanted you to be safe," Tori said, breaking the silence. "That night freaked me out."
I looked down at her, stroked her forehead. "I am safe. When I'm with you." She gave me a rueful smile and shifted even close to me, pulling herself into an even tighter ball.
We drifted in and out of sleep all night long, cozy and warm together in the combined orange glow of the Christmas tree. It was peaceful and relaxing and time seemed to stop – I never knew how many times I'd been awake or asleep, or if I was lightly dreaming that I'd awoken.
In one of the intervals of blissfully warm, dreamy wakefulness I stroked Tori's cheek, admiring the unblemished beauty of her familiar features. The Latina stirred against me, blearily opening her eyes to gaze up at me. We looked at each other for a long time, holding eye contact, each of us contemplating the person we saw.
"I like you," I said, and it felt like turning a corner. We both knew we liked each other, but telling her now felt different.
Tori looked up at me softly for a long time. Maybe I fell asleep and woke up again. Maybe she did, maybe we both drifted in and out of sleep as we had been doing all night long.
"I like you too." Maybe I dreamed it. Maybe she actually said it. Maybe it didn't matter. We were warm and close and there was nowhere I'd rather be. And I was certain there was nowhere Tori would rather be either.
Christmas day was spent snowmobiling. Tori had always gotten an ecstatic thrill from riding the powerful machines, flying down the trails, making little jumps, sliding around to spray clouds of snow, and today was no different. By the time we got back my gorgeous neighbor was amped up we stripped down in the hallway, me chasing her into the master bathroom to wash off the sweat of having been confined in heavy cold weather riding gear all day.
Under the hot water spray she was just as energized, kissing me ferociously, grabbing at my rising erection, tugging us around to bump up against the glass and tile walls in a continual quest to press as much skin together as possible. As fun as it was letting a hot little Latina shove her tongue down my throat in a sexual frenzy, my own lust for her was flaring and I wanted to take over.
I pinned her to the wall with my mass, the two of us making out, hot wet skin sliding deliciously against each other under the spray. With one hand I pinned both of hers over her head. "Don't move."
She wiggled seductively against the wall as I stepped back and grabbed the showerhead, detached it, and hovered it over her slick vulva, directing the hard spray of water across the top of the slit. Tori looked up at me pleasingly as I drove her mercilessly towards orgasm. She writhed in my grip desultorily, not trying to escape, but just to move, her nipples growing visibly harder as her tits heaved with her heavily increased breathing. "Please can I cum?" her voice was pitiful.
"Absolutely."
Tori closed her eyes and opened her mouth, sucking in air as she tried to relax, tried to focus on the drumming of water against her sensitive privates. When she came it was with eyes open and her head ground back into the sand-colored tile, bucking her hips forward and back like I was inside her.
Watching my best-friend-with-benefits get off was always a good time, and now I wanted in on the action.
When Tori was capable of speech again, we stepped out of the shower. Before she had a chance to even begin drying off, I propelled her to the counter with a gentle push. "Up!"
She hiked herself up on the counter, skin dripping on the granite, and let me push her back to lay awkwardly, head slightly proposed up against the mirror. Her body was small though, and she fit the space, especially with me tugging her firm ass almost off the countertop. "Spread your legs, young lady!"
Tori did so with a giggle, opening her thighs wide and lewd to give me a fantastic view of her shaven pussy, biting one finger and looking at me innocently while her other hand trailed down to begin a slow circular rub of her already aroused clit. I pushed her hand away. "The rules are simple. I lick. You scream."
I knelt and began eating her out with a swipe of my tongue from asshole to clitoris, sucking the excited button into my mouth, flicking hard against it with my tongue in the aggressive, frenzied manner in which I knew she liked to be pleasured. I rubbed at her backdoor with two fingers, stroking the second most nerve-packed part of her body before working them up past my chin and sliding them into her wet little box.
The body I was bent over shifted and I raised my eyes to watch as Tori grabbed and squeezed her tits, writhing on the counter, grinding her head into the mirror. She shrieked as my fingers found her gspot and I keep up the licking as I stroked it forward and back, bringing the brunette under me to a frantic boil of sexual tension.
Before she could explode into climax though, I changed tactics, moving my fingers around to rub vigorously at her now saliva-slick clit while teasing my tongue around and over her anus a few times before spearing it into her vaginal tunnel and beginning an oral assault on her labia. The change in stimulation brought Tori down from her high slightly and her cries of pleasure became slightly ramped up whines and whimpers as she realized I was in control and totally unwilling to give her what she wanted exactly when she wanted it.
I returned to the rough oral treatment of her clitoris after a minute or two, enjoying the way she expressed her enjoyment of my face buried in her twat. She came with an ear splitting shout, rocking on the counter, pushing her pussy up into my face for more. I kept going, fingering and licking past the point where she had ceased to make noise, mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure.
By the time I stepped back, Tori was limp as a rag on the counter, twitching slightly, a smear of drool on the mirror where her face rested against it. I'd done good work.
I picked her up and she snuggled against me as I carried her to the bedroom and set her on the bed. I pulled the covers around her and she reached for me as I rose. "Don't go."
"Just gonna get some dinner, sweetheart."
Tori staggered into the kitchen a few minutes later, still a little unsteady from the massive series of orgasms she'd endured. She had changed into her usual nightwear of panties and a long flannel shirt, and the sight sent blood rushing to my groin. I hadn't had any relief recently, and the stimulation of eating Tori out had me hovering on the knifes edge of arousal.
"Whatcha making?"
"Figured I'd make pot pie. Wanna help?"
