That wasn’t possible but I was more than willing to shove my tongue, fingers, or something more substantial in her mouth if needed. I pulled her to her feet and unzipped her skirt, stepping back to watch her step out of her panties. Using the enormous stuffed bear as a mattress, I dropped to the floor and beckoned Belen to take a seat on my stiff dick. Her breath hitched as she lowered down on it. With her back to my chest, our bodies took over, moving in unison.
Each stroke sent mini tremors up my spine. Belen bounced on the dick but still wasn’t satisfied. She shifted her weight until only her ass was air born. “Fuck me deep,” she cooed.
Being the nice guy that I am, I did just what she asked. Claiming hold of her waist, I performed long exaggerated strokes that left her whimpering. I closed my eyes, steadied my breathing, and swam the length of her pussy with my dick. Belen clawed at the carpet while egging me on. “Is that all you’ve got. I want all that dick, give it all to me.”
Her mouth was reckless and she needed to be taught a lesson. “Be careful what you wish for,” I grunted.
“I wish you’d stop talking and destroy this pussy.”
Not going to lie, hearing my sweet Belen talk to me that way had me momentarily clutching my pearls, but I quickly recovered and after three quick pumps, I slapped her ass cheeks which forced her to release a satisfied grunt. Wrapping my hand around her neck, I continued with the onslaught, lifting her body upward so we could share a kiss. Belen’s tongue explored my mouth, and I could feel her smirk against my lips. “Do you feel that?” I asked after a deep stroke. “What about this?” I sandwiched my free hand in between her pussy.
“Please,” she sputtered.
“Please what.”
“Keep it up.”
The corners of my mouth pulled into a smile. Before kissing her, I whispered into her ear. “You make me feel so good. This is my pussy, but I think you already know that.” Belen’s hand landed on top of mine and we pleasured her clit together. I matched my tempo to hers and her legs trembled, threatening to buckle. Her fingertips grazed against my shaft as I slid in and out.
Belen’s body grew tense as she announced, “I’m about to come.” She shook and convulsed until her body was still, occasionally shaking from the aftereffects. Belen’s release was all I need to spur on my own orgasm, I grunted into her hair, her sweet floral scent pulling out every drop of me.
Settling in on the floor next to Belen, I reached for her hand. “Damn I’m going to have to add this as an honorary mention on our sex bucket list.”
I’d textedmy mother to inform her I might be featured on the local news and that was a big mistake because now, after pulling up the link online, she was peppering me with questions about my “wife.”
“When did you get married?” Her voice was high pitched.
“I didn’t.”
“The handsome fella with the teeth said you two were married.” I could imagine her in her favorite chair with her reading glasses resting on top of her head.
“He was mistaken.” I grabbed a cookie from my decorating date with Belen and took a bite.
“Well, who was that woman, Kristoff?”
“Belen, she works at the mall as the event coordinator, that whole Christmas scene was created and brought to life by her.” I was bragging about Belen like a proud parent at a school recital.
“Are you two an item, because you were eyeing her funny?”
“Funny how?”
“Like you wanted to see her naked funny.”
I almost choked on my snow globe shaped cookie. “No, Mom please don’t.”
“You know what I mean, the look a man gives when he wants to have sexual relations.”
“Could you please stop saying the words sexual relations?”
“What would you prefer I call it, intercourse, the horizontal mambo? In my day they called it doing the nasty.”
“I’m banning all of those words from your vocabulary.”
Her soft laughter rang out on the other end. She loved to push my buttons.
My mother was a tried and true Canadian. She met my dad, who was in the city for work, and they fell for one another hard and fast. They were engaged within two weeks and married a month later, and then she got pregnant with me. Engaged, married, and pregnant all in under a year. From them I learned to trust my instincts. If something felt right, waiting around to confirm what you already knew wasn’t going to change anything.
Clearing my throat, I chose my next words carefully. “I was thinking about bringing a guest or two home for Christmas.”
