[M]y high-school sweetheart[F] ‘came’ home for the holidays [mf]

It was a cold night in December, my high school sweetheart had come back from College, she was staying the week with me, leaving boxing day night. She had arrived that morning, so eager to spend time together but she had to go and see family, and I had work, so we kissed goodbye and then met back up at home, I drew her a nice hot bath, add in some bubbles, a rose soap, and a bottle of her favourite wine- and then I got to the real work.

Half an hour later I had everything I needed laid out.

And then it all went wrong. I’d turned on the radiator, only to realise it wasn’t working. Fast forward five minutes and there I was with a spanner, checking every valve and every inch of the pipe to make sure it wasn’t cracked or rusting, I was just contemplating checking the boiler so I could bleed the entire system when the door slid open, Emily was out of her bath faster than usual.

I looked up and there she was, a vision of domestic bliss. 5’6″, curves like a classic car, soft in all the right places, flawless bronze skin gleaming in the light, she stood in the pyjamas I’d bought her that day, peach coloured pants hung like silk sheets around her legs, running up to her wide hips, then there was a tank top that hugged her in all the right places, accentuating her toned body, and coming to an end at her round breasts, even though she wore no bra, they sat on her chest firm, yet soft, large enough to take a handful, and then some.

Her clothes hung off her effortlessly, and she stood there for a second that felt like an eternity as I looked at this vision of an angel, before she smirked and I realised how ridiculous this all looked.

The plan was that she’d get out of her nice hot bubble bath, and come back to my room, which would be filled with lit candles, a heated blanket on the bed, our favourite movies queued up ready, and me, in a set of pyjamas that matched hers, wearing that cologne she liked, ready to let her relax after a hard day.

Instead this goddess walked in to the candles sat on the side, not yet lit. Heated blanket on the bed, not on yet, the TV on (I’d been watching Mythbusters while I got set up) and me, looking like a tool, next to the radiator, spanner in hand. She stood and took in the scene for a moment, before she giggled to herself, and walked towards me, her hips swaying gently.

“Something tells me I wasn’t mean to be here yet” she said softly.

Even as my plan crumbled in front of me, I was enthralled. After a year together she still took my breath away.

“Yeah, usually a bubble bath will keep you occupied for an hour easily” I said sheepishly, rising to my feet. I gave her a quick kiss on her forehead before I smiled down at her, meeting her gaze. “I know you had a rough day, I thought I’d surprise you with a few of your favourite things”

“Including matching outfits?” She said, raising her eyebrow at the folded pyjamas I was going to change into that sat on my bed.

“Something like that”

“And you got my favourite candles?” She continued, looking around the room with a smile on her face. “And…” she looked at me, slightly confused, “is that Amber I smell?”

I silently thanked God I had remembered to at least put the cologne on. “It might be”

She raised an eyebrow at me as if to say ‘I already know I’m right’, God how I loved that look.

She took me by the hand and pulled me over to the bed, laying down she pulled the duvet over the both of us, and kissed me slowly, as we broke I saw a devilish look I knew all too well in her eyes, the same look she gave me our first time, a look that says “I’ve got you right where I want you”, a look that was a mixture of lust, and surprise at her own confidence.

She quickly straddled me and dove in for yet another kiss, as she kissed me my hands wandered up her back, running my fingers through her still damp hair, she giggled sweetly as my other hand moved lower toward her perfect ass, but as it got there she broke the kiss and got off me, laying down now on my other side, facing away from me making herself the little spoon- with her head resting on my right arm, and my left around her waist holding her body close, her curves pressed  perfectly against my body.

“You know how to treat me right” she said, I could hear the smile and a slight tremor in her voice, though I wasnt sure why it was there.

Before I could reply I felt movement under the covers. As she began grinding her ass against my crotch she whispered to me “I know you always take care of me” she paused for a moment, before taking the arm her head rested on, and moved the hand lower, under her vest until my hand was resting on one of her ample breasts. She spoke again, more boldly “you’re always so soft with me, and you take such good care of me, but I wanna try something new”

This threw me for a moment, Emily had always been so soft and gentle, and I had always been the same with her, in the bedroom I was a soft dom, making sure she felt every movement and every bit of pleasure I could give her. But she had always been shy.

A small gasp escaped her lips as my thumb- apparently cold compared to the warmth of her bath- rubbed against her nipple. I moved my head closer to hers, a low breath on the back of her neck was all it took, she pushed her ass back onto my crotch and moaned loudly, I loved that I knew exactly where she was sensitive, and just how to make her squirm.

I whispered in her ear, making sure my hot breath brushed against it, “what is it you want baby?”

Her ass still pressed against my crotch, I felt her pussy twitch at that word. I knew she was getting more and more horny by the second. She was breathing shallow but she turned her head slightly toward me, and whimpered “I want you to fuck me”, in that instant I knew what she meant. I had told her some time ago that I always saw there being 2 kinds of sex. What we usually did, I called making love, slow, gentle, and focusing on your partner. Then there was fucking. Pure passion, primal and rough. My cock hardened in my jeans, and she felt it. She began grinding against it again, breathing heavily as she did. I let her keep her rhythm for a minute or so longer before I began to move my hands.

The one resting on her tit, I began to massage her with, tracing my thumb around her nipple causing her to squirm in my arms gently and moan softly, the other I moved from her stomach, tracing three fingertips in a triangle slowly down, until I reached her pants, I slipped my hand underneath, discovering that she was already soaking wet, as my middle finger reached her slit, she whimpered softly, I ran my finger from the top to bottom of her soaked pussy, collecting her juices before removing my finger from her pants and sucking it myself, I leant in closer and gently nibbled the back of Emily’s neck, the squealed slightly before I whispered in her ear “sweet as honey”, she smiled at that as her face flushed bright red, she tried to hide it behind her hands, but I took her hands away, and held my middle finger out to her, pointing at her lips.

She knew the drill.

She took my finger into her mouth, displaying her incredible cocksucking skills already, she rolled her tongue around it, sucking it into her mouth before releasing it softly and panting, all the while I continued to knead her tits in my other hand. I moved my free hand back down her pants, and slowly pushed my now lubricated finger between her puffy and swollen lips, I playfully traced around her clit causing her to whimper again, before I quickly rubbed over it a few times, causing her to cry out in surprise then settle into heavy moaning as she began to grind her ass against me more feverishly, desperately trying to free my cock from my jeans using only her ass. I then pushed my finger closer to her entrance, stopping massaging her breasts she moaned dissapointedly, before I whispered to her “what do you want baby?”. She twitched again.

“You know what I want” she whined back at me

I withdrew my finger slightly, no more than a centimetre, but she felt it and pushed her hips back onto my finger slightly in response, as if panicked that I would stop. “I want to hear you say it honey”

She flushed red again, before shyly saying “I want you to make me cum”

And with that I started, rapidly pumping my finger in and out of her wet slit. She moaned loudly, bucking her hips to maximise her own pleasure. I quickly added a second finger, to which she responded with a gentle gasp, before she giggled and increased the intensity of her hips bucking.

This continued for a while, until I held my fingers inside her after a thrust and she came to settle with them inside her, her insides twitching and spasming around my fingers. She moaned and whimpered cutely, before I asked her “are you ready?” She turned over her shoulder, confused, before I hooked my fingers inside her, hitting her g spot I began rapidly massaging the inside of her sopping pussy as she began to shriek and moan louder than she had before, her legs twitching and spasming wildly as she approached her climax, she leant her torso forward, almost doubling over as her orgasm rapidly built. I used my hand, still firmly planted on her tit, to pull her back to me, my chest against her back.

She tried to speak, “I…” “I’m…”, trailing off into more moans every time, it became a game for me, to see if I could cut her off with her own moans and gasps of pleasure. Eventually she made it, almost shouting, “I’m gonna Cum!”. I leant into her ear again, nibbling on her earlobe she tensed and whined again, I spoke low, almost a growl, “Cum for me babygirl”, I felt her pussy tighten at that, and a second later she shrieked in orgasmic bliss.

I felt her pussy clamp like a vice around my fingers, squeezing them tight as Emily bucked wildly, her ass twitching uncontrollably, her legs shaking so fast she kicked the covers off her bottom half, exposing a large growing wet patch on her now ruined silky pyjama pants, her nipples were hard and her hands reached up to grab her own tits, I moved my hand away, and put it over her mouth to keep her shrieking moans somewhat quieter, and she obliged. After a minute or two she came down from her high, calmly settling into my arms, I removed my band from her mouth, but to my surprise she protested, put my hand back, and took my index finger into her mouth, sucking on it gently. I removed my fingers from her swollen pussy, which drew a whimper from the still tender Emily. I rested my hand in its original place on her stomach, holding her close to me.

I felt her twitching still, intermittently, but she was clearly exhausted after the intensity. I rolled her over so that she was facing me, my finger being replaced by my thumb in her mouth, and my hand now on the small of her back, she nestled her head into my chest, we stayed like that for a moment before she looked up at me, taking my thumb from her mouth she looked into my eyes, doing her best puss-in-boots impression, she asked “we’re not done are we?”

I smiled and kissed her forehead lightly, before my hand wandered down to her ass, squeezing a cheek playfully. She smiled at me as I told her “we’re not done until I’ve filled all your holes, and I’ve fucked you in every position, on every piece of furniture in this place, and I’ve satisfied every fantasy you have babygirl”

She suddenly got an ear-to-ear grin on her face, before taking my thumb back into her mouth-humming sweetly, before nestling her head against my chest and wrapping both her legs around one of mine. Emily gradually drifted off to sleep as I played with her hair and scratched the back of her neck.

I soon fell asleep myself, feeling as though the next few days would be the best Christmas I’d ever had.

(Anybody want parts 2 through 7? Every day of this trip was a roller coaster 😜)

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