A woman named Jen wrote to tell me there was a particular moment in "Sisters: Ch. 02" that she felt was the hottest thing she'd ever read, and she begged me to include something similar somewhere in "Christmas with Summer." As a consequence, one scene in this chapter is the direct result of Jen's request.
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'What an incredible Christmas it's been so far,'
Summer thought, smiling to herself.
'Christmas Eve, a glowing fire, and Jake took me on the living room floor with everyone right there. Probably no one could really tell we were fucking...still, that was so perfect.'
Recalling how she had felt wearing her Santa's Helper lingerie in front of Jake and the guys, her body was filled with a spreading warmth.
'Then there was Aaron later that night...and, oh, my god, what we did yesterday morning!'
She grinned as she thought back to those wonderful moments of the previous morning, when Aaron first slid inside her pussy. She could scarcely believe it had happened at all, and she shuddered with excitement over the thought that Jake had watched.
She was becoming wet as she thought of her sexy day at the beach with Dave, especially the moment when she peeled off her g-string to masturbate for him while letting some high school boy finger-fuck her ass!
'God! Ever since the guys showed up, I've been such a slut!'
she giggled to herself.
'And I'm absolutely loving it! More! More! More!'
she added happily.
She thought about her afternoon alone in the den with Dave; specifically, the way he'd worshipped her body. She quivered at the memory of his incredible hunger, his voracious mouth eating her ass until she'd completely lost her mind.
Reaching down, she stroked her dripping pussy. Her legs nearly gave way before she managed to catch herself. Her breathing shaky, she shook her head and laughed over the wild, sneaky sex she'd had on the couch with John.
'Jake watched him take me. Jake watched him take my pussy...and my ass. He watched, and he still loves me.'
She felt a beautiful shiver course through her body.
'There's nothing Jake wouldn't do for me, and I know there's nothing I won't do for him. God, I want to marry him. I want to spend the rest of my life with that man.'
When that realization hit her, it felt like a miracle.
Then she thought of how she'd capped off the evening by making love again with Aaron, finishing her day the same way she'd started it. She'd given Aaron every inch of her body; no holding back, no mere "one time" teases, and she'd taken what she wanted, as well. They'd fucked for hours, and she came so many times that she lost count. All night long, they kept crossing the line between fucking and making love. He gave her everything, coming in her mouth, her pussy, and deep inside her ass.
'Even after all that, he still came in my pussy a second time!'
she remembered, happily recalling their final shared orgasm.
She loved how they'd held each other, unwilling to let go when they were finished. It was just so powerful. Falling asleep together in front of the fire, their naked bodies uncovered, shining with sweat in the fading firelight...sheer bliss.
As she listened to the coffee percolating, she recalled the previous morning. Realizing that she was again beginning her day by reveling in the thought of having dried cum on her body from the sex she'd enjoyed the night before, she smiled. It was even better this second time, since she was enjoying the lingering taste of Aaron's cum in her mouth; after all the sex she'd had with John and Aaron, she also knew she was carrying so much more cum inside her body. She thought it beautiful, the idea of being filled with and covered in the cum of her wonderful lovers.
'Mmmm, that was a perfect day,'
she concluded with a smile, utterly serene.
Feeling safe, warm, and loved, she looked forward to sharing endless moments of exquisite ecstasy with her beautiful men. Giving pleasure, receiving it...just pure sex. She exulted in the sensations of being in love, and of being loved. All she wanted was to keep falling in love, deeper and deeper.
Still smiling, she realized that she couldn't wait to make love with them again.
The thought occurred to her that she couldn't imagine being happier. She simply could not see how her life might ever become any more joyous.
Standing in her sunlit kitchen, waiting for her coffee to brew, she was leaning against the counter top while staring contentedly out her window. She glanced at the digital clock on the microwave, which read '8:12 a.m.' Having slept with Aaron in front of the fireplace, she'd only just gotten up.