7. Hollee
Chapter Seven
HOLLEE
The fire is blazing, the out of focus lights on the Christmas tree are blinking and I’m panting shamelessly from the best orgasm I’ve ever had, courtesy of the hottest guy I’ve ever met..
He still has his sweatshirt on so I run my hands up under it, marveling at his perfect six-pack and chiseled pecs.
He pulls it off and I’m in awe of his stunning, muscled frame.
My thighs are still trembling, but I’m aching for him to be inside me. It’s crazy but I want to feel him bare and have him fill me up, coming inside me.
I can’t wait any longer, although the size of his cock straining against the denim of his jeans makes me a bit nervous. He unbuttons his fly and his cock springs out. It’s huge. I can’t help but let out a sharp intake of breath. Just as well I’m so wet, I’m not sure how it’s going to fit.
I wrap my hand around his girth. My hand doesn’t reach all the way around. I slowly stroke up and down, he groans.
“Stop,” he orders me. “You’ll make me come. I need to be inside you. Now.”
“Please,” I’m panting, shameless. All I want is his cock.
I’ve pressed my legs together; I guess the logical part of my mind is worrying about how big he is. He moves them apart effortlessly, pushing his huge cock against the entrance to my soaking wet pussy.
“I want you inside me now. I’m on the pill and I’m clean - I haven’t been with anyone for a long time.” Gazing at him, his pupils are so dilated they make his dark blue eyes seem black.
“I’m clean too,” he says. “Are you sure?”
“Oh yes.”
He parts my lips and slowly slides his cock into me.
It’s so big I let out an involuntary grunt as he pushes me back further into the soft cushions.
He holds my hips steady with his calloused hands, plunging his hard length deeper and deeper, filling me completely.
The flutters of another orgasm begin to build inside me as he rocks back and forth.
He reaches for my breasts. His head bends down to suck hard on my nipples as I breathe harder in and out. He’s moving faster now, pushing deeper and deeper into me with each thrust. His breathing quickens.
“You’re so perfect,” he moans. The fluttering inside me builds, growing in intensity. I come in gasps, gripping his rock hard cock with my pussy walls. He loses control and lets go, sending jet after jet of hot seed into me, filling me up as he shouts my name.
For the second time I’m gazing at the lights on the tree, willing this moment not to end.
“Are you ok?” His voice is still hoarse with desire as he grins that dynamite grin at me.
I manage to say: “Oh...yes.”
We spend the rest of the evening eating takeout, appreciating at the tree lights and cuddling in front of the TV. I expect him to go home but he wants to spend the night - good thing there’s a huge king size bed here.
Who knew a Christmas away from home could be so happy?