FEMALE'S P.O.V~
My heart was beating faster, and my soul was enlightened with joy and pride. I had been planning this for so long and now, here was the moment. He was slowly unwrapping the clumsily wrapped box, his eyes bright with excitement. "What is it?" He asked his tone jolly as always.
"Look for yourself." I waited, holding my breaths and clutching my fists, my head dizzy from all the overthinking. And suddenly, a sound of mellow barking soared in the room.
His eyes widened as he looked at the puppy and then me, astonishment clear over his skin. I assumed he liked it! But to make sure, I asked. "So, you like it?"
Biting my lips, I watched him freeze for a second and gently take the golden puppy in his arms, his eyes slowly tearing up.
--- He liked it that much?
"Oh, my god!" He hailed with joy, sobbing almost, and kissed the puppy many times, before pulling me in a hug as well, the little life squashed between the two of us.
"Oh, my god! This is the best gift ever!" He sobbed, little drops of tears falling down his cheek, and nuzzled into my neck as he put the puppy on the couch.
"Merry Christmas!" I congratulated him, grasping his swollen face into my palms to caress the pure and innocent beauty he owned. "Thank you so much!" He whispered, his tone heavy, and softly pressed his lips against mine.
The sudden affection from my shy boy astounded me, but I quickly accepted his puckering lips. Our lips escalated fast, intertwining as if they had been far away from each other for years.
His lips thanked me while my lips welcomed him through a slippery encounter.
"Mmm, nope. Where is my gift?" I pulled away in a sense of not letting him near my lips until I had gotten my gift. I did not wish to stop his lips, but I also wanted to get my gift as quickly as possible.
He looked at me quietly for a moment, bashfully, and then brought the box hidden behind the couch, handing me the box with unsure arms.
---- I don't know why, but his nervousness excites me!
"What is it?" I asked, slowly pulling off the ribbon, while my eyes enjoyed the red blush taking over him. "It's in your hands. Tell me what you see." Hiding his face in his palms, he spoke as I took the cover off and saw what was inside it.
I was left speechless, my eyes squinting and my lips pressed tight together. It was a red netted top, stockings, a strap, and an arousal gel. "Is this for me?" I asked, picking up the top in the air, not sure who was going to wear it.
A bit uncomfortable, because I had never thought of myself wearing lingerie for him.
He simply nodded, his eyes fluttering as I added in tension, "Do I have to wear this?" He quickly denied it and took away the top from me. "I'm going to wear this. I thought you'd like it." His tone had a slight disappointment in it as he had read the expressions on my face.
"Oh, thank god!" I boomed, relieved, and explained to him the expression on my face, "I thought I had to wear this."
A smile arose on his face, his face regaining the soft composure as he realized why I was expressing such an emotion. "Oh, I thought you didn't like it." He spoke, prompting a confirmation in me that I was right about his little head's engine.
I said nothing, but with a warm smile, kissed his cheek, whispering in his ear, "We would not know until you wear this for me."
With my words ending, his face again fell into redness, his eyes too shy to even look at me.
Bashfulness has always been his weapon against me, slicing my heart every time. "Do you want me to help you?" I asked, and he nodded, leading me to scooch closer to him and grasp the end of his sweater.
With a gentle and gradual movement, I pulled off his sweater, leaving his hair into a rough mess. His eyes were still shy, his body a timid sight as I moved forward and removed his shirt as well.
His supple skin that had been hiding behind the fabric was now all exposed before my eyes, a tight knot of excitement rising in my stomach.
I wanted to kiss every part of his body, my mind hypnotizing me to pin him down and mark him with redness. Yet, I held myself back and moved ahead, telling him to stretch his legs beside me and lift his hips as I pulled his pajamas along with his underwear.
He quickly hid his giddy member, his eyes lowering ever more than before. Because of the slippery sight before me, quietness had corrupted me, my mind talking louder, and telling me to corrupt him as well. But I controlled myself even though it was becoming harder to shut my head.
"Lift your hands," I whispered, my breaths heaving inside my chest, my body burning up at the sight of his peachy body.
He obeyed, clenching his eyes at the slightest touch of my fingers as I slipped the netted top on him, down to his abdomen.
His nipples were poking through the net, his puffy chest at an exposure through the cut as well as his waist. It fits so tight on his perfectly toned body, a gift like luxury cuisine.
-- What type of top was it? It made him look sexier and was pushing me into a pit of trouble.
Even though my whole body was shouting how sexy looked, I remained silent, just admiring the sight as I picked up the red stockings. Those were simple stockings, which followed his legs up to his thighs.
I was gentle and deliberate with my hands, my fingers intentionally touching him to get those sweet little gasps from him. I could tell he was feeling every touch from the top of his body to the toe, especially his member, which he was trying to hide so desperately.
I kissed his legs ever so slowly, relishing him clenched his jaw, and squeezed his eyes tight as his body became stiff when I advanced to his thighs, playing with the stocking with my teeth.
--- I guess he was enjoying it more than me!
"I did not notice the panty in it," I spoke, catching his eyes on me which disturbed him and panick to find it in the box as I was just watching him with the rising greed in me. He pulled it out, shy as he handed it to me while I smiled at his reaction.
I slowly joined his legs from beside me and slipped the netted panty up to his thighs, slowly hovering above him, prompting him down on the couch.
His head was now on the couch, his face bursting with redness. "Lift your hips," I whispered and slowly slipped it up to his waist, seeing closely sticking to his member.
-- Beautiful!
My mind said, yet my tongue remained close-knit. But my lips did not wish to hold back and appealed to kiss his neck. I sat above his thighs and moved along, kissing his collarbone, and watching him breathe heavily.
MALE'S P.O.V~
She was injecting my skin with passion and greed, my skin burning as her lips were now teasing my nipples. She licked, swirled her tongue, and sucked my nipple while rubbing the other, her eyes making me feel like I was under heavy sunlight.
She was very slow but very passionate, turning my nipples red like a cherry, prompting them to perk up and hit the tip of her tongue. I moaned, getting embarrassed by how girly I sounded, and closed my mouth, in order to hide them.
Her tongue suddenly stopped as well as well as her fingers and I opened my eyes, watching the reason why. She was removing the plastic wrap from the bottle of the gel, bringing it closer to my chest.
Swiftly, she turned the mouth of the bottle, poured it above my nipples, and quickly started sucking them again as she told me to hold the bottle.
My blood was fueling with pleasure, my chest heaving up as the gel soaked the top, rubbing against my chest. And even though it was already too much, I wanted more!
She continued, sucking them, turning my nipples into a fruit she had been craving, and gradually stopped. Her eyes were dark and serene, yet shouting that there was thunder behind them, waiting to be set free.
Leaning down to my ear, she whispered to me to turn around and lay on my stomach, kissing my ear.
