They both seemed to remember at the same moment that they were alone and in a very private space. She leaned back and they both stripped off their shirts. She was only wearing a sports bra and she quickly got rid of that as well, tossing it over her shoulder. She pulled the Santa hat back on.
Drew drank in the sight of her. Her breasts were perfect, full and round, with sweet pink centers that were already hard. He lifted both hands and cupped her, teasing her nipples with his thumbs. “For the record, these nipples were made for nipple clamps.”
She shivered. “I would love that. Never done that before.”
“I would love to be the first.” He realized he meant that in any number of ways. He loved to be the first to do everything she'd never done before. Hell, everything he'd never done before.
She leaned into his touch, bending slightly to kiss him again. She ran her tongue over his lip and then nipped him gently. Fire seemed to lick through his gut to his cock and he pinched her nipples firmly, causing her to gasp and her knees to clamp around him.
“Need you naked,” he told her.
She simply nodded and pushed up off of his lap. She stripped her leggings off, revealing that she wasn't wearing underwear. He paused in his unbuttoning and unzipping. “Fuck, Rory.”
She stood in front of him, completely naked except for the candy-cane-striped thigh-high stockings and the Santa hat, seemingly unabashed.
“You’re fucking gorgeous.”
“Need your hands and mouth on me, Drew.”
He quickly shucked off his jeans, underwear, shoes and socks and she lowered herself onto his lap again. She ran her hands over his shoulders, chest and abs down to grip his cock in both hands.
He sucked in a breath and made two fists as he clenched his jaw, fighting for control.
Her touch was heaven and he knew he wasn't going to last long, but she seemed intent on exploring him. He could hold on. For a little bit.
She ran her hands up and down his length, stroking and squeezing. Then she looked up at him. “I don't have chocolate syrup but we can maybe make do for tonight.” She reached out for the tray on the coffee table and ran her fingers over one of the cookies, swiping up some of the frosting.
He tensed as she painted it down his length, and then leaned over to lick it clean.
His breath escaped in a long hiss. “Yesss, Rory.” His hand came up to the back of her head and he grasped her ponytail as she continued licking long after the frosting was gone.
After she’d taken him nearly to the edge, she lifted her head and reached for the cookie again, swiping at more frosting and then painting it on her nipple. She climbed up his body and his hands gripped her waist, lifting her a little higher so that he could fasten his lips onto the nipple, licking and sucking.
She moved against him restlessly, his name on her lips.
“Need more of you. Need this sweet pussy,” he said. Loving that he could talk to her like this.
“Oh my God, yes.”
He slid to lie on his back and with only a little urging from his hands, she shifted herself so that she was above his mouth. He palmed her ass and brought her down so that he could lick over her clit.
“I don't want to smother you,” she said breathlessly, bracing her hands on the couch cushions above him.
He gripped her butt and brought her down more firmly against his mouth. “Fucking smother me, please.” He licked her again, then sucked.
She gasped, and pressed closer, and he ate at her for several minutes until she finally cried out, coming on his tongue exactly the way he’d described.
He slid her down his body and took her mouth in a deep kiss. He didn’t know which tasted better, but he would be happy to spend the rest of his life with his mouth on all parts of this woman's body, trying to decide.
“Oh my God, I can't tell you how happy I am that you're good at that,” she told him.
He ran his hands down her back and gripped her ass, grinding her against his cock. “I'm just getting started with you.”
“I'm so happy to hear that.” She kissed him again, then pushed herself up, bracing her hands on his chest and rocking her pussy against his cock. “I'm on birth control. And totally clean. It's been a long time, actually.”
He gripped her tighter and had to relax his hold as her meaning crashed over him. “I'm clean too. But are you sure?”
She nodded. “I totally trust you, Drew. And I would love to do this without a condom.”
It would be intensely intimate even with a condom, but the idea taking her bare was the hottest, most tempting thing he'd ever heard.
“I’m only asking one more time. Are you sure?”
“Hundred percent.”
“Then are you ready?”
“So ready.”
He gripped her hips and shifted her so his tip met the hot wetness between her legs.
They both moaned and then she took over. She slid onto him, taking him slow and deep. Drew grit his teeth, letting her set the pace, when everything in him screamed to thrust hard and fast.
When she’d taken him fully, she sat up straighter and again they both moaned.
“Oh my God, you feel so good.”
“Ditto,” was all he could manage.
She moved on him, circling her pelvis and then lifting and lowering herself a few times slowly as if adjusting to the feel of him. The motion caused the pom pom on her hat to bounce and, stupidly, Drew had to grit his teeth against the wave of lust that sent coursing through him. He ran his hands over the silky striped stockings and knew he’d never look at candy cane stripes again without thinking of her.
After a few minutes of moving like that, she looked up at him almost shyly. “Would you…”
“Yes,” he answered before she even asked the full question.
She smiled. “Would you be on top?”
“However you want me,” he told her.
She clamped her knees around him and then rolled and they flipped so she was on her back and he was on top of her. Her hat fell off as she wrapped her stockinged legs around him, and Drew felt himself sink deep.
Heaven. It was absolute heaven.
“Yes,” she told him, gripping his back. “I love having you on me and around me and in me.”
He started to move. Thrusting slow, deep but slow, absorbing the feel of every inch. But pretty soon her heels were digging into his ass and she was asking for more.
“Harder. Faster. Please, Drew.”
He would always give this woman anything she wanted. He was certain of it. It was the strangest realization at the oddest moment, but as of that very second when Rory said Drew in that breathless, needy way, Drew knew that he could never be with another woman like this, and he could never let another man touch her this way.
“I've got you,” he told her, sliding his hands under her ass and lifting her slightly.
It changed the angle and the depth just enough that they both moaned and then he started to move. Faster, deeper, harder until they were both gasping and he could feel her inner muscles starting to clench.
“Yes, Drew, yes,” she said, nearly panting.
“I've got you,” he repeated. “Whatever you need. I'm it. Always.”
“Yes, right there.”
He lifted her another half inch and shifted his hips and suddenly he hit the magic spot because she cried out and came apart in his arms with the sweetest sound as she clenched around him.