"Maurice, you awake? Hello?" Jade says in a singsong voice as she waves a hand in front of his face.
No reaction. "Well, I guess he's knocked out."
Still in his hoodie, jeans and t-shirt, Maurice had fallen asleep on her bed while she went to get them some wine. She looked at him, took off his Nikes and cracked a small smile. Here it was Christmas Eve, it was close to 2 a.m. and she invited him up after the latest action/comedy he HAD to see and dinner at her favorite restaurant. Their fifth date went great and she was finding herself liking him more than she anticipated. She'd miss him while she was away for the holidays.
"He looks so peaceful. I'll let him sleep. I've got these gifts to wrap anyway," she says to herself.
She cleans, packs her stuff and goes to the closet to gather the gifts, wrapping paper and ribbon. She gets the scissors and tape from her desk and sits everything on the floor. Everything had to be perfect. She didn't want to give her mother anything to criticize. She could hear her condescending tone in her head. "Jade, this wrapping paper is hideous! Wherever did you find it? You might as well have used a brown paper bag! And this bow will never do! TAC-KY!" She then remembered why she only visited home twice a year.
She tried to work as quietly as she could as to not wake him up. She had hoped he'd help, but when she looked up at him on the bed, his light snores told her that was NOT going to be the case. She reaches for another gift and stares at it blankly. Sleep was lulling her into a stupor. "Ahhhhhh!" she groans to snap out of it, but quickly covers her mouth, remembering he is asleep behind her. Don't fall asleep, don't fall asleep. Get this shit done. You have to be at the airport in a few hours. You can sleep on the plane.
She stands up to stretch her legs and turns to look at him. God, I want to fuck his brains out. I wonder what he's like in bed? I need to chill the fuck out. Taking things slow is best. It's just that it's been SO long... She gets up and walks to him. She pulls the blanket over him, trying not to wake him, but his eyes flutter open at the slight movement. His eyes focus in on hers before making a sweep around the room.
"Hey you," too tired to think of anything else to say. He looks around the quiet room, "How long I been out? What time is it?"
"For awhile. It's 4:30."
"Oh," he yawns and stretches, "I should probably head home."
As he starts to get up, she says, "No, don't worry about it. I won't be sleeping tonight anyway."
"I have gifts to wrap before I head to the airport at 6:30."
"Damn. Why didn't you wake me up so I could help? How many you got left?"
Grumbling into her hands again, "You WOULD wake up when I only have TWO more to wrap...Haha! You should go back to sleep. Early morning tomo...er...in a couple of hours."
"Jade, at least let me take you to the airport...so I can show my appreciation for you letting me sleep in this comfortable ass bed of yours."
She smiles, nods and rubs his bald head to lull him back to sleep, letting her fingers massage his smooth scalp. He looks up at her, watching her. There's something different in her eyes tonight. He decides to just close his eyes and enjoy her fingertips. He wonders what else her fingers are capable of. Her fingers move to his cheek, brushing it with the back of her index and middle knuckles. His hand reaches up and wraps around her two fingers.
"What are you doing?" he asks, looking into her eyes.
"I don't know," she says. She smiles, drops her gaze and starts to walk back to the remaining gifts, but she feels a tug on her hand. She turns around. He's staring at her longingly.
"What are you doing?" she asks, quiet as a whisper.
"I...don't know," not sure what to do next, he lets go of her fingers.
She smiles at him again. "I should... probably get back to...the...um..."
"Gifts?" he finishes. Is that disappointment I hear?
"Umm, yeah. The gifts," she sits on the floor and stares at the gifts blankly. She puts her hands on the wrapping paper, but takes them away again.
"Ugh," she whimpers, "I'm sleepy." She crosses her arms and puts her head down.
Seeing her frustration, he offers, "Anything I can do to help?"
She sits up slightly, looks over her shoulder at him and half-smiles in appreciation.
"No, not really. It's okay. It will be done, eventually. But right now," she stands and stretches her hands up towards the ceiling, exposing her torso to him, "I just want to lie down. You mind sharing the bed?"
Ten different sexual scenarios flash across his mind hearing this, but he tries to contain his sudden arousal. "Well, technically it's YOUR bed, so if you don't mind, then I don't mind."
She smiles and sighs, "Good." She walks to the other side of the bed and crawls under the covers. He lies back down with one arm behind his head, and closes his eyes, feigning attempt to sleep, when he hears her ruffling underneath the covers. He turns to look at her and sees her pants and bra pushed out onto the floor. She catches his curious eye, turns on her side to face him and whispers, "Sorry, I prefer to sleep in just my underwear and t-shirt. I hope that's okay."
He gulps and, trying to ignore the tent pitching in his pants, whispers back, "Yeah, sure. Like I said, YOUR bed."
She smiles appreciatively, and whispers, "Good night." I wonder if he'll try anything?
"Good night," he responds automatically.
He checks to make sure her eyes are closed before attempting to adjust his hard ass dick. Damn, I guess he isn't. Should I? Wouldn't that make me a whore? He closes his eyes for a brief moment, trying to push sex out of his mind and actually get some sleep for what little time that's left when he could sense her body inching closer. He doesn't move and pretends not to notice. Another moment goes by and he could hear her breathing deeply, but only a few inches from him. Slowly, he turns his head and opens one eye to sneak a peek at her. Her breathing is steady. Is she really asleep? After brief assessment, he closes his eyes again. This time, he could feel her thigh rubbing up against his. She shifted closer, pressing her body against his arm. Letting out a light moan, she whispers, "You're so warm..." At this, he looks at her and says, "You're cold? Umm...do you want me to..."
Cutting him off, as she wraps her hands around his forearm, she says, "No, this is fine..." Her chest heaves contentedly.
"Okay, well...just let me know if you change your mind." He lies still, trying not to focus on the sensation of her soft breast against his arm. Her fingers glide down his forearm and traces the contours of his hand. She could feel her sexual urges overtaking her. I wanna feel him. She pulls his hand between her thighs and clasps them tight, trying to absorb his warmth. Following her cue, he starts gliding his hand up, slowly, waiting for her to stop him. She doesn't; she just moans and writhes against him. Suddenly, with her fingers cupped around his, she presses his hand up against her warm mound. His middle finger falls on the moist patch on her panties. Firmly, he rubs her wet spot. Nice and slow. She squirms and pushes her hips forward into his hand. She reaches down, pulls her panties to one side and guides his long fingers deep inside her wet ass pussy. She begins to moan uncontrollably as he explores her cavity, his thumb massaging her clit all the while. Her hand clutches at his shoulder as she begins to cum. He stares at her intently, memorizing every pleasured expression and moan. As she feels her orgasm subsiding, she opens her eyes to find him watching her.
She brushes her hair back from her face, and biting her bottom lip, smiles at him. She would probably blush if she hadn't just cum all over his hand. She puts her palm up to his cheek and rubs his lips with her thumb. She licks her lips slowly. Upon seeing her tongue, he dives forward, clashing their lips and tongue together in frantic kissing. He grabs her ass, kneading it in his large hands. She could feel his hard dick pressing against her stomach. She reaches in and her eyes pop open in shock to discover that it's much longer and thicker than she had imagined. He moans into her mouth. Enough of this good girl shit. She pulls her hand up and pushes him onto his back. "Now it's your turn. Take off your fuckin' clothes."
Obediently and hurriedly, he tears his clothes off, throwing them to the floor. She slithers down underneath the sheets and hungrily devours the head of his bulging dick. Her tongue loops around the ridge twice before she pushes his dick far down her throat, generously coating him with her saliva. Her hand attempts to wrap around his entire girth but falls short. Her pussy pulsates at the thought of his entire dick filling her up to the hilt. She quickens her pace, bobbing her head and hand rapidly up and down his hard shaft. Tasting the pre-cum, she spits on his dick, rubbing the saliva all around the head with her thumb. She sits up and straddles his hips. With one hand, she rubs the tip of him back and forth along her dripping wet slit. Slowly sliding down, her pussy engulfs his rock hard dick.
Once he reaches the back of her pussy, she throws her head back and a drawn out "Fuuuuuck!" escapes her lips. She peels her t-shirt off and adds it to the pile on the floor. Her chest heaves as she begins to rock her hips back and forth, letting him stretch her pussy to new horizons. She continues to ride him until she feels her orgasm building. "Maurice, you're so BIG!" She leans forward, raising her hips up and slamming back down as hard as she can. She relishes in his groans of sexual elation. Soon, he couldn't help reaching around with both hands to clutch her ass as he holds her place while he pounds up into her pussy. She screams with delight and soon, with her face buried against his neck, she sinks her teeth into his shoulder as her body spasms. He could feel her pussy firmly pulsing around his dick. She turns to kiss him. With one hand behind his neck, she slowly pulls him forward and up. Once he's sitting, she rolls her hips forward once...twice, trying to rub as much of her pussy juice onto his cock as possible. Looking into his eyes, and in between kisses, she says, "Take this pussy from the back Maurice..." she kisses his nose, "so hard that you..." she licks his bottom lip from one side to the other, "cum all in this pussy!"
She thrusts her hips forward one more time, impaling herself on his long, hard dick, before climbing off and getting on all fours, waving her tight pussy in his face. He licks his fingers and rubs his saliva on her pussy lips before positioning himself behind her, rubbing his dick against her opening. Slowly, he eases in the head, then pulls it out with a pop. She groans at his teasing. Again, he eases in the head only, and pulls it back out. She grunts with dissatisfaction. This time, after the head is fully buried inside her wet snatch, he rams the rest of his dick into her. A loud moan escapes from her throat and her hand clutches at the bedsheets. She nearly collapses, never experiencing anything so deep before.
Spurred on by her loud moans, he pulls on her hips as he begins to pound her with carnal ferocity. For the third time that night, she feels her body tightening as an orgasm ripples down her spine. He could feel his own orgasm on the brink of eruption as her pussy throbbed and tightened fiercely around his swelling dick. One more deep thrust and "AHHHHHhhhhh!! FUCK JADE! I'M CUMMIN'!" He shakes and shudders as he shoots his hot, thick nut all inside the depths of her pussy, almost losing his balance. She lies on her stomach, panting heavily, trying to push her hair up from her face. After his orgasm fades, he lies down next to her, also trying to catch his breath.
"Wow...that was...hands down the best Christmas gift I've EVER received!" he said with a wide smile.
"I'll bet it was!" she said, smiling and playfully hitting him on the chest.
"I see you're not cold anymore, huh?" he asks.
She laughs and says, "No, not at all. You definitely know how to stuff a stocking sir!" Then looking over at the clock on the nightstand, she adds, "We should get cleaned up. We need to leave in about an hour."
"Well, to save time, we could just shower together..." he coyly suggests.
She smiles as she mulls it over in her mind. She gets up, takes him by the hand and leads him to the bathroom.
She stops and turns around once they get inside. She looks deep into his eyes, smiles and says "Merry Christmas." As he lifts her up against his chiseled frame, he repeats the sentiment. She kisses him passionately as she wraps her legs around him and kicks the door closed. She might have to catch a later flight.