Page 16 of Christmas Punch

“Yeah, she’s the best, but I haven’t had any reason to use it yet,” Liz explained. “She told me that I should save this for when I had someone to use it with.”

Liz plopped on the bed, opening the lid. I leaned up to look inside. “What do you have in there?”

She pulled items out of the box one by one.

“Vibrator. Nipple clamps. Edible panties. Lube, regular and flavored. A sparkly butt plug. And oh yes, lots and lots of condoms!”

She held up a strip of condoms triumphantly, then shoved everything else back into the box.

“We may need to come back to some of those things later,” I said, waggling my eyebrows playfully.

My mind was already racing with the possibilities. I wasn’t normally super adventurous in bed but with Liz, I was tempted to try some things in that box.

She gave me a smile. I loved her smile, it was so infectious. With her petite stature and pixie haircut, she looked like a happy little fairy. She ripped open one of the square packages and pulled out a condom.

“I’m out of practice, but I think I remember how this goes.” One small hand wrapped around the base of my cock as she pulled the latex over the tip, then slid it down into place. “There you go.”

I fell onto my back again and pointed at my dick. “You want to ride me?”

“More than anything.”

Liz moved to straddle me, much as she’d done on the couch, except this time she slid her pussy over me a few times. By the time she grabbed my dick to line it up with her opening, I was ready to blow.

“Are you ready?” Her voice was husky.

“Yeah.”

She slid down slowly, impaling herself on me, and when she bottomed out, we both groaned. Liz paused a few seconds, then lifted herself slowly almost all the way off of me before dropping down again.

“Fuck.”

The epitaph was the only word that seemed to fit. For the first time in my entire life, I wished I didn’t have to wear a condom. The only thing better than feeling the warm hug of Liz’s pussy around me would be to feel it without the barrier of latex.

She began moving up and down with a steady pace, bracing herself on my chest. I reached between her arms to cup her breasts, squeezing as she rode me. It was exquisite torture, and when I couldn’t take it anymore, I flipped her, rolling Liz onto her back without separating our bodies.

“Impatient?” she teased, her blue-green eyes sparkling.

God, I loved her sense of humor. I loved her. But even I knew that this would be the absolute worst time to share that fact.

I grabbed one of the fifty-seven pillows on the bed and shoved it under Liz’s ass, angling her pelvis up. She raised her legs, wrapping them around my hips and squeezing me tightly as I started pounding into her.

“Yes, just like that,” she gasped, quelling any fears I had about being too rough.

I leaned down to kiss her as I continued my motions. She kissed me back with fervor even as her hips rose to meet me with every thrust. At this angle, my pelvis dragged against her core, stimulating her clit with each pass. I could feel her inner muscles start to tighten around me, and I pulled away, determined to see her face this time.

“Nathan!”

Her gasped whisper was all the warning I had before she shook her way through her second orgasm. It was a beautiful sight to behold, her face wearing an expression that could only be described as ecstasy. Before she was done, I joined her, groaning as I thrust into her again and again, emptying myself into the condom.

When I was finally finished I felt boneless, dropping down on top of Liz, my face buried in her neck as I tried to catch my breath. After a few minutes she tapped on my shoulder.

“Are you alive? Because you’re kind of heavy.”

“Oh God, sorry.”

I rolled over, separating our bodies and slid off the bed to dispose of the condom. When I returned Liz was sitting up on her elbows, watching me.

“I don’t want you to feel obligated to sleep in here with me, but if you want to, I definitely wouldn’t object.”