An echo of flesh being smacked resounds in the tiny warm bedroom. All that can be heard is his low groaning, as if he had just seen an advertisement for his dream car. Not voluntarily, though quite welcomingly, he takes in deep slow breaths - fire breathing.
----She's never seen him like this. In fact, she's just met him an hour and a half ago. This very attractive, poised career-oriented younger man, 7 years her junior, was just another acquaintance she made through her Internet chatting. Never in her wildest dreams would she have thought she'd be the one on the giving end -or- beginning, rather. There was a slight grin forming on her rosy cheeks, under the drape of matted hair framing her dark yet European features. Velvet ruby lips she wanted that night, for when she'd meet him at that train station. If he turned out to be really 5ft 6 and dorky instead of the 5ft 11 and cute he had advertised, at least she would have mesmerized him by how glossy her lips looked. They were fine lips, a little bit pointy, always half grinning, and the bottom one somehow often enough found itself bitten, in anxiety or tumult. Made a rather sexy impact. At least she could have made him regret not having those same lips around his hardness, simply because he lied. But he did not. He was in fact 5ft 11, very athletic, rugby type of hardcore athlete, with a pair of thighs to feast and grab onto for hours of wild riding. Smooth hazel eyes, and lips that had some 'HHMMPH' to them. Square jaw bone. In an early, eager chat session they had had, he had described himself as a bit of a thrill seeker, always looking for a new experience, and not having any qualms about burning the candle at both ends. This fresh spontaneous meeting enthoused her but made her rather self-conscious. She was not used to great thrills.----
The crimson silken ribbons were leaving such a nice dramatic contrast against his wrists, with his dark skin. Just a nice tan from the days he worked in the south. He had luckily been transferred back, shortly after they 'met'. Manicured nails, she noticed too. Her slick hand barely rose in the air, and smacked his left ass cheek again - SMACK. Her hips rose with his torso and hips bucking without real intention. She sat on his lower back, the silk stockings' bands digging in the flesh of her thighs, and making that much more of a contrast to her bare and burning cunt. Cunt - they had discussed that word. Too often used in a derogative manner. They both loved the sound of it, how the 't' stuck to the roof of the mouth. How the 'n' mimicked a low moaning tone. And by default, how the 'c' of 'cunt' made a bold and clean cut statement. "Fill my cunt, like a total slut... now", he had wanted her to say, to groan in his ear while his cock was just running back and forth along her slit, teasing the heck out of her. In a fit of pride/hormonal imbalance/pure lust (she didn't want to know exactly why but), she overturned him, pinning him to the bedspread onto his stomach. She had grabbed the ribbons from a desk drawer, full of nick nacs and got back onto him, one goal in mind. Make HIM cum first, but beg for it.
She fastened the ribbons to the right leg of the bed, underneath the headboard. Stretched him out in haste across the bed almost methodically, with his ass over the edge of the bed, his knees barely touching the ground and she settled herself, kneeling next to him. Reaching over to the nightstand, the clink of the bottle of tequila hitting the glass chandelier made him jump a little, as she brought the bottle to her. "Oh ungh.." became the whimper that escaped his lips. He was probably busy figuring out what was at hand for the rest of the night, until glass hitting glass sucked him out of this guessing mode. Her middle and forefinger dipping into her glass of water, she grabs a slippery ice cube. Letting the cube slide down between his shoulder blades, she notices the frame of his torso wiggling as a shiver grinds through his teeth. Her tongue and lips lap and suck the cool trail left by the ice, pointing all the way down to the small of his back. Her tongue drags long flat strokes, moving the ice cube around, her hair brushing on either sides of him, the back and forth tingling making his rib cage rise and fall. She sucks the remainder of the cube and crunches her molars onto it, gets on top of him, pussy hovering over his mid back, crushing the ice to a melting pulp in her smiling mouth. Taking a long deep breath, she follows the outline of his ass cheek with her oily fingertips. Half a lime in her other hand, she squeezes it almost dry.
----They had considered having a drink, before going back to her place in order to 'break the ice'. However, after the initial uneasy 'hug and hello', he insisted it would be fine to just settle down in front of a nice fire at her place, drink something warm, maybe some hot coco, or even some egg nog, and 'talk a while'. That was the theme they had bull shitted about. Both knew that this wasn't going to be a long night of awesome chit chat. 'Twas the night to be jolly, after all.
As soon as her key slid into the lock, his warm bare hands were underneath her buttoned up coat, mysteriously went past her long scarf, sweater and right underneath her bra. His mouth was all over her neck it seemed and, in the dark private entrance, all you could hear was "Fuck, I had a hard on all through the ride, coming here. Your tits feel as good as I had imagined baby". They shoved themselves through the doorway, not minding the giant red and gold wreath sprinkled with candy canes, and glittery gingerbread men. She had a taste for decorating, and Christmas was another savoring moment. Two flights of stairs, and a lot of tongue sucking and french kissing and groping and fingering and stroking later, she was leaning against the dinner table, fumbling with his belt as he fingered her cunt - her pants not even undone. "Haven't they invented a mistletoe for people like us yet?" he asks, as he looks into her eyes through the dimly lit dining room, seeing only the sparkle of her earrings and diamond pendant he had put on her.
Ackwardly, through a tight crowd of travelers, he had taken the necklace from his coat pocket and delicately wrapped it around her neck. He clipped it on, his gloved fingers tracing the gold necklace, making her shiver and sigh, eyes half closed. It was Christmas eve, alot of people were going to and fro, but somehow they seemed alone in their own little bubble, waiting for the cab to pick them up in front of the station. His arm around her waist, snuggled close, his lips barely touching her ear. That's what had reminded him to give her his present.--
"Mistletoe for people like us?" she giggles. "Handsome", she pauses, catching her breath from laughing "Babe, if they had mistletoes made for me and you, it would be something like a pulley or a hanging set of ropes and cuffs, ready to be used for wild fuck sessions, complete with a custom made shower and luuuube dispenser." she grinned. He grabbed her jaw instantly and dove in with his tongue, kissing her harder than she'd been kissed before, her ass slowly edging off the dinner table. His hands caught her in time, and pulled her up to carry her to the nearest wall, any wall, wherever that may be. 'clink', 'bamm', "oh shit!" - she laughs. They had stumbled against the tree. "Oh screw that" she quickly replied. She regained her steadiness, pushed him hastily against the opposite wall in the hallway, frames getting tossed out of balance, the christmas tree ornaments still clunking in the dying echo.----
She shifts her ass a little further back, tosses her long brown hair back and leans in slow to lick the drops of lime juice right where they have dribbled - all over his ass cheek. Long languid licks, one following the other. As she drags her tongue up, the light from the street giving his ass the perfect silhouette it deserves, she notices the fresh snow floating down. This being the night before Christmas, she reminds herself she had been too much of a good girl this year perhaps, therefore no time like the present to toss those inhibitions out the window and fuck the living daylights out of this self-proclaimed 'sex god' groaning underneath her.
Her flat tongue seeks the trails of lime juice. Her warm saliva leaving a hot trail behind the cool droplets - all his to cope with. She gathers every drop. Leaning back up, suddenly resting the bottle on his ass cheek, he jumps again. Cold glass bottle. She shouldn't have done that without caressing his skin first. Oh what the hell. Taking a good swig of tequila... she sucks her fingertips, and drags them across his lips. Vain attempt to suck and bite her fingertips, she leans down instantly to lick the crack of his ass. Pause - smack. 'That was a sharp sound', thinking to herself. She's biting her lower lip. She knows she is loving it. She knows he's digging it even more. "Can I have a sip of my drink, please?", she hears. "Why yes you may, Santa" she snorts. She takes another swig of Tequila and swirls around and down, to give him a kiss. As his lips let her tongue slip in, he suckles the sip right out of that kiss. It made for a very warm heated kiss as he tried to suck on her tongue. She just rose back up to brace her hands on his sides and drag her tongue down his ass crack... all the way to his balls. She senses the bed shake for one second, figuring his arms must have reflexed, and tugged at the ribbon. She grins, her tongue darting between his ass cheeks.
