Owen watched in amusement as I carefully removed the wrapping paper. “Are you planning on saving that?”
“I might use it in a scrapbook.” He raised an eyebrow. “Fine,” I said. “I may or may not have a whole plastic container full of carefully folded wrapping paper that I am absolutely going to use. One day. In the very near future.”
Inside the box was the most delicate and softest piece of lingerie I’d ever seen.
“Did you have little elves make it?” I marveled. “It’s so soft!” Normally all the lacy costumes I bought online in drunken shopping binges tended to not be made with the best-quality materials, featuring instead itchy lace and stiff polyester.
I went into the bathroom to change.
“Thoughts and prayers that this actually fits!” I muttered. The lingerie fit like a glove. The delicate snowflake-patterned lace started high on my neck then curved around my tits, framing them. In between and down my torso was a delicate mesh. The larger snowflake mesh reappeared around my hips.
“I look like a sexy snowflake!” I undid my hair to let it bounce around my shoulders and walked out into the bedroom. Owen was standing there in only his boxer briefs.
“We have to stop meeting like this,” I purred. “Though I bet I look a lot sexier now than I did in wet hair and a bathrobe.”
Owen approached me and pressed the softest kisses up my neck and along my jaw as his fingers skimmed the lace.
“You still looked very sexy then,” he whispered, kissing my mouth as his hands tightened around my waist. The kiss deepened, and he pushed one hand between my legs. I moaned, bucking against him.
“Your tits are amazing in that,” he said, moving from my mouth down to the swell of my breasts, sucking my tits through the delicate fabric, his hand still stroking me between my legs. “I should have bought several of these,” he murmured.
“Why?”
“Because I’m about to rip this off of you,” he said, grabbing the fabric then ripping it right down the middle. My tits exposed, he returned to lavishing attention on them.
“You didn’t rip the most important part,” I whispered as my hips ground against his hand.
Owen kissed his way back up to my mouth then grabbed my hips and pushed me over the bed. Positioning himself behind me, he knelt, pressing his face between my legs and licking my aching pussy through the thin lace, his breath hot against me. He leaned back. His hand rubbed me through the lace. Then his fingers crooked, pulling at the delicate fabric. There was a tear, and then his tongue was back, licking me through the slit he’d just torn in the lace. I moaned, rolling my hips back against him. He held me steady, licking my pussy and teasing my clit.
“I want you,” I begged.
Owen continued to stroke my pussy as he rolled on a condom. Then he grabbed my hips and thrust into me. I cried out; I was wet and aching for him. His huge cock filled me, giving me the friction I needed.
One large hand left my hip to rub my clit. I leaned on the bed, legs trembling, as Owen fucked me, letting out little whimpering pants every time he thrust his huge cock into me.
He leaned over me, his hand covering my tit, teasing and pinching the nipple as he fucked me. I moaned loud in my throat. I spread my legs wider, needing him to give me every inch of his thick cock. His hand moved back to my clit, rubbing furiously. My whole body tightened. I was so close! He jackhammered into me, my tits rubbing against the bedspread, two of his fingers on my clit.
I came with a loud cry and felt Owen come in me a second later. He pulled me up onto the bed with him, wrapping his muscular arms around me. I rubbed my nose in the valley between his pecs.
“That was a very nice surprise!”
66
Owen
Holly was still asleep when I woke up the next morning. I eased out of bed to take a shower. I had one final surprise for her, and I wanted to look presentable for it. Once in the shower, I let the freezing water run down my back. Contrary to popular belief, cold showers are very good for one’s circulation.
The door to the bathroom opened.
“Want some company?”
“If you are naked, you can come literally anywhere I am,” I told her over the sound of the spray.
“I know you can make me come anywhere!” Holly teased, sliding open the glass door to the huge shower.
She waved a condom at me as she stepped in. Then she screamed and immediately almost slipped. I braced her and set her on the bench.
“Why is it so cold?” she chattered. The water temperature had made her nipples tight and erect. “Turn the hot water on!”
