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He dropped a hand to her aching pussy. She knew it was wet and creamy and was thrilled at his touch. He liked it that way, and she longed to give him what he wanted. Was that a sign of love?
Andrew slid a finger between her throbbing labia to stroke her clitoris. Ecstasy coursed through her genitals. She shuddered, and her knees grew weak. He knelt in front of her and licked her juices. His rough tongue dipping inside her set her pussy to quivering. This was the way he’d hooked her that first night.
“Oh, Andrew. Ohmigod. I adore what you’re doing.”
He locked his lips on her clit and sucked. Unbelievable. Pressure built. She grew unsteady on her feet. Ecstasy. He raised his eyes to watch her face, and she twisted her fingers in his hair. She felt her hot, thick juices pouring from her, and he held tight, still swallowing. Kati had never felt such sweet agony. Never had her body racked with shudders like this. My god, it is good. So great, she could hardly bear it and, at the same time, wished he would never stop. This time was even more powerful than it had ever been before.
When she thought she couldn’t take another moment of his powerful hold on her hard nubbin, she whimpered. He raised his strong hands to brace her hips and keep her from falling. Her pussy pulsed madly. Her clitoris felt as if it might burst. She cried out with the glory of the feeling. All of those unbelievable sensations came together and… Kati came again and again. Spasms coursed through her body. Her juices ran, and he lapped them up. The delving of his rough tongue created tiny bursts of aftershock. It felt unbelievable.
When her knees turned completely to jelly and she sank down against him, Andrew laid her on the carpet. Turning to his discarded slacks, he pulled out a condom and sheathed his rod. He looked like a prince. Strong, muscular and beautiful. Ready to take his princess.
Andrew’s black hair shone in the firelight, and his blue eyes were hungry as he climbed between Kati’s thighs. Do I have the strength for this? Her vagina was still pulsating.
He sank his cock deep inside her, and there was no doubt. She wanted nothing more than to have him fuck her, his hot penis inside her quivering, slick pussy. Moaning at the thrill of his entry, she circled his neck with her arms. Long strokes filled her sex hole. God, I love it. Raising her hips, Kate eagerly met each plunge. Clenching her muscles to pump his dick, she was on fire again and wanted to give him her best.
He moved slowly and deliberately at first. He dipped his head for a taste of her breast. Sucking hard, he made her writhe. He raked the other nipple between his teeth, and she dug her fingers into his shoulders.
Smiling, he raised his face to gaze into her eyes. “I like the feel of your tight, wet pussy when I slide my hard, hot cock inside. I love fucking you, baby.”
Kati contracted her muscles, squeezing his entering thrust, and he began to plunge hard and fast.
His breath grew ragged, and sweat dripped from his forehead. “Ready, baby?”
She cried out, unable to form words.
Bucking, shuddering, head thrown back, Andrew shot his cum, and Kati, eyes wide, joined him in orgasm. She clung to him, absorbing each quiver of his torso against hers. Loving the feel of his penis deep inside her pussy, the scent of sex in the air and even the perspiration that coated their skin.
Tara said Kati should be satisfied. She was lucky. At this moment, Kati completely agreed. She was sated. The fire sputtered in the draught as wind shook the windows in Andrew’s house. But Kati and her lover were warm, safe and content. Holding hands as they lay, two sweaty bodies next to one another, her heart swelled with an emotion so powerful, it had to be love.
* * * *
Andrew drove Kati home to her apartment house, picking up a pizza on the way. She didn’t mind a casual supper, but she had hoped he’d ask her to stay overnight at his place. Especially after what had just transpired between them. He said he loved fucking her, but she’d have been more gratified to hear that he loved her.
When they arrived, she kicked off her shoes, brought out a bottle of Sangria and lit candles on her dining area table. Eschewing the Pizza Place
paper napkins, she laid black and white chequered ones on matching placemats and set the table with red pottery plates. She enjoyed feeling like a couple and doing things for him.
Andrew turned on her stereo, and Christmas music spilled forth. As they sat down, she commented, “It’s time to unpack my Spode Christmas Tree china.”
Andrew picked up a piece of still steaming pepperoni pizza dripping with cheese. “My grandmother has a set of that tableware, as well. So did Mum, but I don’t know where it went. If Dad took the china with him, Thelm
a has kept it under wraps whenever I’ve eaten dinner with them.”
“I only have two place settings,” Kati said. “I bought them with my first Christmas bonus from the department store. Now that we’re back to the holiday discussion…” She smiled meaningfully. Smoking hot sex had cut short their earlier conversation. “Can we plan something special for the two of us this year? I gather you don’t enjoy Christmas at your father’s house, and I’m not going to my parents’ home in California, this year. So, how about a romantic getaway? We could rent a mountain chalet in the Pocono Mountains or hide away at a beach house in Florida. It would be fun, just the two of us starting a tradition.”
Andrew grimaced. His mood had certainly changed since their earlier fuck.
“You’re right that I don’t enjoy Pop and Thelma’s phony celebration. But Christmas should be…like it was at Gram and Grampa Howell’s house. Homey and warm with mistletoe and a ceiling-high, fragrant fir tree. Carefully wrapped presents beneath. A Christmas goose roasting in the oven. And…” Andrew chuckled. “Gram’s crackers. One of my favourite things. She made them herself.”
Kati laid down the slice of her veggie half of the pizza. “I didn’t know a person could make crackers. Were they served with soup as a first course?”
Andrew laughed heartily.
“What’s so funny?” she demanded. “My grandma makes oyster stew on Christmas Eve. But she buys the tiny crackers she serves with it.”
Andrew reached across the table to ruffle Kati’s hair. “I’m sorry. You aren’t familiar with British customs. The crackers aren’t food items. They’re party favours that are placed at each person’s table setting. Sometimes, they’re also used to decorate the tree or a wreath. They’re cardboard tube-like things with goodies inside. They’re called ‘crackers’ because two people pull on the ends and they crack open with a kind of a bang. The person who gets the bigger half wins claim to the items. “
“Oh. What kind of goodies fall out?”
