Page 29 of A Different Kind Of December
I pull Ash across my body so that she’s straddling me.
“Where’d you want me to fuck you, baby?” I ask as she nuzzles into my neck.
“Not up the arse, I didn’t bring any lube,” she mumbles. Making me chuckle.
“Noted, but I meant did you have a room preference.” I continue to laugh.
“Oh, soz,” Ash again mumbles, this time on a yawn. I slap her backside. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.”
I stand with her still wrapped around me like a monkey and make my way up to the room we’re staying in, making sure to bang on Georgia’s office door as we pass just to piss off my brother. That earns me a “fuck off” from both him and Jimmie, making Ash giggle into my neck.
I throw her gently on the bed and know immediately that I’m gonna be shit out of luck if I was hoping to make love to my misses. She’s practically out cold already.
I pull off my jeans and socks, then pull Ashley’s UGGs and jeans off. I chuckle at the knickers she has on underneath. They’re like a little pair of shorts in a baby blue colour. On the front is a rather raunchy looking Alice from Wonderland, winking and pointing down between my wife’s legs. Under the picture are the words: “Eat me.”
I know it’s wrong to take advantage of her while she’s drunk, but fuck it! I blame Alice; she ordered me to do it. I lean forward and bury my face between Ashley’s legs and breathe her in at the same time as I reach inside my boxers and grip my dick.
I plan to leave it at that, go to sleep with a hard-on and wait until my wife is cognizant and aware of the dirty things I’m doing to her. I might be a perv, but I’m not a fiend, after all. But then Ashley’s hands are in my hair, pressing into the back of my head, forcing my face down harder between her legs.
“Take them off, Rock Star. Take off my knickers and fuck me with your tongue and fingers.” And because Marley loves Ash, I do exactly that.
Within seconds, her underwear is off, my tongue is working her clit, and I’m curling two fingers inside her. I keep working at my dick with my free hand as Ash positions her legs so that they’re hanging over my shoulders, tilting her hips up into my face and giving me access to her tight little arsehole.
Her knees press against my ears on either side of my head, her heels dig into my shoulders, and her hips gyrate up into my face.
“Nearly there, baby.”
“Wait for me,” I order. When I know I’m close, I slide two fingers inside her arse, her back immediately arches off the bed, her legs tighten around my head and shoulders, and her internal muscles grip my fingers as she groans. I push her legs away, sit up, and come all over pussy and lower belly.
Her blue eyes shine up at me.
“Thought you were tired?” I question.
She grins back at me lazily.
“Your hot mouth on my mildred woke me up.”
We stare at each other in silence for a few long moments.
“Love you, Baby, Merry Christmas.”
“Love you, too, Rock Star. Thanks for the orgasm.”
Georgia
My head spins as Camlays me on the bed and peels me out of my clothes.
“Teeth,” I mumble.
He pulls me up, slings me back over his shoulder, and carries me to the bathroom where he sits me beside the sink.
He just has his boxers on, and I close one eye so that I can try to focus on his beautiful body and the way his muscles ripple and move.
Cam will be sixty soon but has the physique of a man half his age. He works hard at it, and the results are evident for all to see.
“You are so fucking hot, Mr Tiger Husband.”
He chuckles as he passes me my toothbrush, now loaded with paste.
