“Really? You like it?”
“As long as I get to use it,” he said.
She smirked. “It’s your gift. I won’t tell you how to use or not use it.”
Alora had created a sex box, complete with lingerie, edible undies, flavored oils, and lube. It had been embarrassing going to the sex store to buy this stuff, but the look on Adam’s face made it all worth it.
“Can I use it now? It’ll be my Christmas miracle.” His sly smirk was too sexy.
“You were going to get lucky regardless,” she said.
“Yeah, but this will take things to a whole different level.” He pulled out the edible panties. “You can start with these. Get naked for me and slip these on. We’ll make this a Christmas to remember.”
****
Adam got an instant boner after opening the box. He could envision all the erotic fantasies he wanted to reenact with Alora. Tonight he’d have her begging and screaming his name, then he’d claim her virgin ass right under the mistletoe.
He leaned back on the sofa, palming his cock through his pants as she stripped naked right in the living room. It was already dark, the perfect festive atmosphere. She wiggled into the pink edible panties, then looked at him for guidance.
With a curled finger, he beckoned her closer. He assisted her to her back and spread her thighs wide as she lay on the sofa. They’d had a beautiful Christmas dinner only hours earlier, so this was his second dessert. It would be hard to top her homemade pumpkin pie, but by the looks of her, she’d taste absolutely perfect. He settled comfortably with his knees on the floor as he swiped the flat of his tongue along the crotch of her panties. They tasted like a mix of cherries and cotton candy. After a few tentative licks, he began to devour her, the panties slowly melting apart as he ate her cunt like a starved man. Alora was so soft, so fucking feminine, he could never have his fill of her.
Her big tits jiggled as her body reacted to him suckling her clit, jerking and writhing. He wanted her to come all over his face. She needed to be in the zone before he attempted to take her tight, virgin ass.
“Please, Adam! Oh, God, I can’t take it anymore.”
If she wanted to come, he’d take her there. After another minute of intense sucking and flicking of his tongue, she screamed out his name and arched her back as her orgasm tore through her body. He felt her pussy pulse against his lips, on and on until her body finally settled down, her limbs falling heavily to the sides.
Her breathing was labored, her eyes hooded as she looked at him.
“It was supposed to be your present, not mine,” she said.
“Trust me, I plan to get even more out of this gift.” He reached into the box and pulled out the lube, holding it up. “You sure you know what this is for?”
“Painfully so. Never expect me to go into an adult store on my own again.”
“And you’re okay with it?” he asked.
No way was Adam going to ruin Christmas if Alora wasn’t sure what she was getting herself into. He’d be happy with her regardless.
“It was only a suggestion,” she said. “If you’re not into it, we can do something else.”
He immediately stood up and unbuckled his pants, kicking them off. “Oh, I’m one hundred percent on board, baby girl. I can’t wait to claim that luscious little ass of yours.”
Adam leaned over her body, supporting his weight on his arms. He kissed her, slowly, deeply. His body felt like pure energy, his cock already dripping pre-cum. The thought of fucking her virgin ass was the ultimate incentive.
He kissed down her body, rolling her to her stomach as he descended. She had a big, lush ass that drove him crazy. The way she could fill out a pencil skirt was unholy. He palmed both her cheeks, then spread them to expose her tight little rosette. His cock jerked.
After leaning over, he kissed the small of her back, then reached for the lube. He wanted her to have a positive experience, so he’d be using an obscene amount of lubrication. The first galop made her squeal.
“That’s cold,” she said.
“Believe me, it’s going to get much hotter in here very soon.” He carefully inserted one finger into her virgin asshole.
She tightened around him.
“No, baby, no tensing. For this to work well, you have to relax. You have to trust me completely. Do you trust me, Adora?”
“I trust you.”
“Good girl.”
He lubed up his cock with one hand as he added a second finger to her ass, scissoring his fingers to stretch her. He groaned at the sight of her. After spreading her thighs wider, he supported one knee on the sofa as he pressed the thick head of his cock against her asshole. He slowly pushed inside.
“Push out against me, Alora. It’ll go easier that way.” She did as told, and he managed to get inside her a couple of inches. He stopped to give her time to adjust to his size. “Are you okay?”
“I feel so full. Like I’ll explode.”
“It’s temporary. Try your best to relax.” He ran his fingertips up and down her back in feather-light strokes to calm her. Ever so slowly, he pushed in deeper, taking his time, controlling his urge to take her hard and fast.
Once close enough to her, his cock deep inside her ass, he reached around to circle her clit. Her tense body began to soften, her breathing changing. Her wanton energy returned, and within minutes, she began to wiggle and push back against him.
“Does it still hurt?”
She shook her head. “I’m curious.”
“That’s a good thing.” He kissed her shoulder and began to ease out. The lube made the experience slick and safe. Adam pumped his hips slowly at first as he picked up a rhythm.
Once she began to mewl, he shifted positions to get more comfortable, grabbing her hips in a firm grip.
He watched his dick disappear inside her ass over and over again. He’d never been so hard. She clutched at the cushions, moaning as he fucked her.
“You feel so good, Alora. You’re so tight around my cock.”
He couldn’t hold on much longer, not like this. It was taking a herculean effort to stop himself from coming inside her.
“Come for, baby.” He reached around and played with her clit, matching the rhythm as he pistoned into her from behind.
Alora moaned, a woman obsessed. “Oh, God, I’m going to…”
She cried out as she came, her ass spasming around him, her pussy quaking under his fingers. He allowed himself to follow, filling her ass with his cum.
He dropped down to the floor soon after, an arm draped over his eyes as he caught his breath. When he felt a warm cloth on him, he bolted upright.
“Alora?”
She had washed up, wearing a cute little Christmas nightgown that barely covered her upper thighs. Now she was washing his flaccid cock.
“You don’t have to do that.” He tried to still her hand, but she wouldn’t have it.
“I don’t mind.”
Once they were both cleaned up, he sat on the sofa with Alora curled up on his lap. They watched the Christmas tree and all the little ornaments they’d picked out together. They’d start their own new traditions and treasure their keepsakes.
“You know what we need?” she asked.
“No. What?”
“A fireplace. The dancing flames are so relaxing at night.”