My bed is full of comfy blankets and pillows, it is my sanctuary. There are funky moody lights, stacks of books, journals, writing material, things that get me through long, lonely nights. It smells good, like espresso, bonfire and sandalwood. It's inviting, comfortable like me.
I help him remove his pants and I notice he is wearing festive boxer briefs, black, covered in Christmas wreaths. I take in the sight of him and smile. I run my fingers under the waistband of his underwear and pull them down. His dick springs out, already erect and there is a soft, stuffed wreath encircling his cock. He reaches down and before I know it, the wreath lights up in assorted tiny colored lights! It's so endearing and I can't help but giggle. "My favorite color is Christmas lights." I joke.
He's older now, we both are but I am still so attracted to him, his body. He climbs into my bed as I take my own clothes off. I know I am no longer that young, sexy girl he met so many years ago, but I am not ashamed of who I am now. I am not the same, physically. We have been through too much. We are different people now, but somehow the same. Oh, the wisdom that comes with age. The familiarity that comes with knowing someone so completely.
I take my spot next to him and immediately kiss his face. I am always so thrilled when I see that the mere thought of me makes him hard. That feeling of being comfortable with someone who knows your deepest darkest thoughts and fears. I have to touch him. I run my hands up his legs, his cock so hard and standing straight up. His eyes are closed. He trusts me inexplicably and knows my touch.
I lay on top of him and soak him in. My hands are all over him. I kiss him as my hands find his hard dick. I slip the wreath off and place it over my messy bun, he smiles. I begin to stroke him as I suck his tongue into my mouth. I work my way down his neck and to his chest, as I continue stroking his hard cock. I love having him in my hands. I admire it as I slowly, softly slide a single finger up the length of his shaft. My mouth is watering. I tickle the tip of his cock with tongue, circling the head as I feel it get harder. I take it lightly into my mouth and suck gently, my tongue caressing the hardness. I take it in deeper, swallowing it down slowly until I feel it in my throat. I hear him suck in his breath and raise his hips from the bed. He put his hands on the back of my head and holds it down firmly. He just stays that way for a few moments carefully thrusting himself into my mouth.
He releases his grip, and I slowly slide my mouth up and off his rock-hard dick. I take a breath and force him back in and down my throat. I begin to work my hands and mouth up and down his thick shaft. How many times I've had him in my mouth, under my control. As I continue sucking and stroking him, I reach for his balls and begin to knead them. I squeeze them firmly and work my hand down between his legs, rubbing closer and closer to his asshole. I take his dick from my mouth, sliding my tongue down his shaft and suck his balls into my mouth. As I continue stroking his cock, I raise his swelling nuts to give myself access to his tight anus, wetting my finger and massaging it. Slowly I start to penetrate the tightness. My wet finger enters the warmth of his most sensitive area, moving it slowly and gently until it is completely inside, and I feel his sphincter muscles clench my finger. I suck his cock deeply into my mouth and begin to slide my mouth up and down as my finger massages deep inside his ass, reaching for his prostate. I feel him start to move his ass down, pressing it against my hand making my finger go deeper and deeper and his cock is so fucking hard.
