“More than I could explain.”
“Tell me. I want to hear.”
“So, fucking bad I want to scream.”
“Are you ready to be tossed around?”
I nodded.
“Are you ready to be destroyed for anyone else?”
I nodded again.
“That’s a good girl. Now hold on tight.” Garner rubbed his hard dick up and down my seam once more, mixing our juices and making us groan.
Then he plunged inside, filling and stretching me in the best ways possible.
“Fuck!” I cried as Garner pulled out and pushed back in, his movements rough and gentle at the same time, punishing and rewarding, over and over again.
His hips rolled and ground in circles, in and out, around and around. I lost myself in the movements, the two of us, the scent of sex, and the sound of slapping skin. Before I knew what he was doing, he flipped me onto my stomach and lifted me onto all fours, sliding his dick deep inside me from behind.
Garner fucked me hard, his balls slapping against my clit as he spread my ass cheeks wider and went to town. His thumb slid over my asshole and pressed inside, the pressure causing me to explode.
“Oh my God! Oh my God!”
I came so hard I saw fucking stars, harder than I came before, as I fell apart beneath him.
Garner moaned and roared through his orgasm, his hot seed spilling into me and down my legs as he kept up his movements, until his dick went soft inside me.
Then we collapsed together in post-orgasm bliss.
A Christmas Storyplayed on my bedroom TV, the volume very low, the voices hardly heard over Garner’s soft snores.
The sound, while annoying to some, comforted me, letting me know he was there by my side once again.
I lay my head on his chest, his naked body beneath me, and I traced the outlines of his dips and ridges, exploring his body in the quiet peace. I still couldn’t believe he was here.
We were in bed together on Christmas Eve, waking up together on Christmas morning, and the most important word of all…together. We are together.
How would my parents react? They always liked Garner, were sad for me when he left, but advised me to move on. My mother asked me several times if I’d dated anyone while I wasaway, but much to her dismay, I always told her love hadn’t found me yet.
I know they worried. I know they wanted me taken care of before they are no longer Earth side. And I was happy I could now tell them Garner was back.
For good.
As I traced the outlines of his abdominal muscles, my fingers toyed with the hem of his boxers. Garner shifted underneath me, a soft groan escaping his lips before he began to snore again. I moved my hands over the fabric, not wanting to tickle or startle him, and ran my hand over his semi-hard cock.
Garner stirred again in his sleep, and he mumbled something I couldn’t quite hear.
I continued rubbing, feeling his length hardening beneath me. Garner mumbled again, and this time I heard my name. A shiver ran down my spine. He thought of me in his sleep…oh how I loved this man.
Once again, I rubbed my fingers over his now hard shaft, loving how he came alive with my fingers all while he was sleeping.
Slowly, I slid down his side and pulled his boxers off, wrapping one hand around his cock while my lips encircled the top.
As I sucked, Garner moaned my name and his eyes flew open.
“Holy shit. If this isn’t the best way to wake up, then I don’t know what it is.”
