Another Snowbound Christmas (16 page)

By the time she got downstairs, Ron had lit the fire and taken off his tie and jacket. He'd turned the main light off, but lit the Christmas tree, creating a romantic ambiance. He stopped when he saw her as he so often did and took several moments to enjoy the sight as she walked toward him.

He extended his hand and pulled her in toward him. “Merry Christmas!” he whispered.

His chest was hard against her breasts, his lips warm and insistent and Kara let herself enjoy the kiss. There were no parents to go visit—no more siblings getting themselves into trouble. In fact, the way the snow was still coming down suggested they'd have every excuse to stay in together and snuggle, talk and make more love to each other in the morning.

When their kiss ended, Kara saw that Ron had been busier than she'd realized. He'd spread a blanket in front of the fire and had pillows and a comforter from her spare room set out nearby. He'd also gotten a bottle of merlot and had already decanted it into two glasses.

He helped her to sit against the couch and in front of the hearth, took his own place beside her and offered her one of the glasses of wine.

“This is nice,” she complemented him. She leaned against him so that he put his arm around her shoulder while they both stared at the fire. The first ferocious burn where the flames leap up into the chimney had passed leaving merry little flames dancing on the logs.

Ron held his glass up so she could clink hers against it. “Merry Christmas, Kara...and Happy Anniversary.”

She touched her glass to his. “Merry Christmas, Ron. I love you!”

“I love you, too, Kara,” he told her before taking a sip of wine.

She took a sip also, enjoying the slightly fruity taste. She liked wine. She sometimes thought that if her mother and aunt had learned to enjoy the occasional glass they would both be far happier, far more relaxed, women.

She snuggled closer to him. “Should we open our presents?” she asked. “Or just sit here and enjoy the fire?”

“The presents can wait,” Ron agreed. “This is too nice.”

They took another sip of their wine and listened to the wood crackle as the fire consumed it. It briefly crossed Kara's mind to suggest they put on a movie, but she didn't want anything to distract from their comfortable togetherness.

Ron finished his glass of wine and set it as far to the side as he could reach without moving from Kara's side. Then he waited while she drained her glass and did the same with it. The alcohol burned pleasantly in her stomach, and her fingers and toes got that pleasant tingle that comes when you drink when you're truly relaxed. When he rolled on his side to kiss her, she met him halfway, opening her mouth and enjoying the merlot-taste that came with his tongue. The heat of the fire radiating off her skin mingled with the pleasant ardor growing inside of her.

Ron's hand casually untied the belt knotting her robe so he could slip his hand inside and feel the silk of her nightgown as it lay upon her hip.

She kept kissing him as her breasts slowly swelled and her fingers played with his chest when they weren't picking at his buttons to open his shirt. When it was completely open, he let go of her hip and extracted his arm from around her shoulders so he could pull the shirt off. Then he let her help him remove his t-shirt and reclined onto his back when she kept coming and began to lick and kiss his chest.

His nipples got nice and hard—smaller than hers, of course, but fun to play with just the same.

Kara slid a leg over his near thigh so that her knee split his legs and let her fingers pry open his trousers while she kissed his tight stomach. By the time she pulled them down off his groin, his penis was already stretching up proudly in the direction of Ron's chin.

She kept pulling at his trousers, dragging them down his long legs where she had to stop to remove his shoes and socks before she could get him completely naked.

Ron lay on the comforter in front of the couch with his hands behind his head watching her. It was unusual for him to be this passive—only passive wasn't really the word which best described what he was doing. Ron was permitting Kara to take charge of their love-making—to take the lead—to decide what they would do and when they would do it. He was actively giving her the control he was so certain she needed.

She rewarded him by kissing her way back up his naked legs. Using her tongue, she strove to break his reserve, making the muscles in his legs twitch while his dick visibly grew harder and harder. By the time she returned to taste his balls, the veins were standing out plainly beneath the tight flesh of Ron's erection.

Kara continued to ignore it as she rediscovered the slightly salty taste of his scrotum and one after the other kissed and sucked on his big balls.

“Are you ready for me yet?” Ron asked her. “I have some Christmas giving I'd like to share as well.”

“Not yet,” Kara told him and then began to tease his penis by licking her way up its base with deft little movements of her sharp tongue. She paid special attention to the swollen veins along its length and took knowing delight in the little grunts her actions elicited from Ron.

By the time she reached the impressive head of his rigid cock, precum had pooled on his flat stomach. The circumcised mushroom head of his dick looked exceedingly dark in the firelight. Not as dark as her fingers, of course, but engorged with a powerful need for her touch.

“Careful,” he warned in a hoarse, barely audible voice. “I'm very,
very
, close.”

Kara smiled at him then gave the head of his dick a gentle kiss, sucking lightly at the smooth salty flesh below the eye and above the rim.

Ron grunted much more loudly and a long string of pearl-colored semen shot up the length of his body to strike him on the chin.

“Oh, crap!” he muttered as he raised his hand to shield his face.

Kara didn't think that was quite fair. In the past year Ron had probably come a hundred different times on her face and in her hair, and at least a hundred more on her breasts, stomach, ass, and thighs.

She lunged up his body and pulled his hand away in time for the second powerful ejaculation to hit him in the neck. The third shot was less forceful, traveling only as far as his chest, and the fourth and fifth only reached his stomach.

Ron lay quivering beside her, the fingers of the hand Kara had pulled away entwined with her own and squeezed rhythmically as his hard rod continued pushing semen out into the air.

Kara disentangled her hand from Ron's and lay down on her side next to him. Then she gently took hold of his still-oozing dick and began to milk him with her thumb and forefinger.

“Jesus, Kara!” Ron hissed. “Where the hell did you get this idea?”

“You like?” Her fingers continued to work his smoking rod. Ron appeared to have a never-ending supply of semen inside of him that was oozing all over his belly.

“Wow! I don't know,” he said between breaths. “I mean—it's not the same as in your pussy or your mouth, but it was really intense.”

“I'm glad you liked it,” she told him.

She leaned carefully over him so as not to stain her nightgown with his cum and kissed him gently on the lips.

“Now clean my hand,” she told him, bring her cum stained fingers to his lips.

“What?” Ron asked starting to turn his face away.

“Clean my hand,” she told him. “Lick your cum off of it. You've made me taste it often enough. Now I want you to do it.”

“I've tasted me on you,” Ron protested.

Kara stuck her slimy finger in his mouth. “So do it again,” she told him.

Ron reluctantly did as he was told, sucking on her finger until all the cum was gone.

Kara got an idea.

She sat up and lifted her nightgown up over her breasts, then scooped some of the semen off Ron's stomach and painted her ebony nipple with the slimy white mess. “Again!” she ordered him.

It excited her when Ron moved to comply.

Some of the semen slid off his belly as he repositioned himself, pushing himself up on his elbow to bring his warm mouth to her sticky nipple. She caught the semen in her hand before it completely left his body and used some of it to moisten her other tit.

Ron switched breasts without having to be told, cleaning her of his own fluids.

Kara felt hotter than she had in a long time—and she had never had any trouble feeling sexy and desirable with Ron.

She traced a line from her cleavage to her navel and moaned slightly as Ron went to work on her. His chin was still covered in the mess and his actions transferred some of the white fluid to her dark skin. She scooped up some of the excess and smeared it on her soft thighs.

Ron got the picture and skipped down there after licking all of the semen out of her navel.

She was breathing hard as he licked her thighs, but not so hard as she expected to be. A thin white coat of cum covered her glistening lips and the final gob of goo she place on her clitoris.

Ron was smiling as he licked his way up her labia. She wanted to keep watching but couldn't help closing her eyes. His mouth covered her clitoris and his tongue swirled around her fully engorged flesh.

A little additional sucking and she rocketed over the edge.

* * * *

* * * *

“That was interesting,” Ron told her.

He lay on his side again, watching Kara with his sexy blue eyes while she tried to recover from her string of orgasms.

“I didn't know...” she breathed, trying to get enough oxygen in her body to let her naked breasts stop heaving, “that you would find...the taste of your cum...so exciting.”

“It wasn't the taste of my cum,” Ron insisted in a somewhat defensive voice. “Licking anything off your body is sexy.”

“If you say so,” Kara said. She rolled onto her side facing him and touched his bare chest with the tips of her fingers.

“Ready for round two?” he asked her.

Kara caressed the contours of his pectorals. “I was thinking about my present,” she told him.

Ron frowned ever so slightly as if the thought of putting off making love to her was that distasteful. “I thought we were going to wait until tomorrow morning for those,” he said, “but if you want to—it
is
Christmas.”

He started to get up.

“Not
those
presents,” Kara told him. “I mean, I've been thinking about the anniversary gift—the little secret that Emmy discovered last night.”

Ron hesitated. “Oh?”

“Everyone got the joke except me,” Kara reminded him.

Ron slid his hand up Kara's naked side. Normally that felt good, but after just having climaxed several times it made her shiver with pleasure. “It's not a joke, Kara. It's a very special—very intimate gift from me to you. Something I didn't want anyone else to know about.”

Kara still didn't understand and she confessed as much to Ron.

He began to caress her breast with the backs of his fingers, making her flesh tingle and her nipple harden again. “I'm not sure I should give it to you now. Emmy sort of ruined it. It's not going to be our little secret anymore.”

“Maybe,” Kara suggested, “you should let me be the judge of that.” She stretched over and kissed him gently on the lips. His tongue started to come out but Kara pulled back ahead of it.

Ron's penis, always irrepressible, stirred between them.

Her hand on his chest slipped lower so that her fingers could ever so slightly scratch his abdomen. A shiver of intense longing shook Ron's body and his penis straightened out in one motion to better than half erect.

When he spoke, Ron's voice was deeper, gruffer, than usual. “Let me get it for you.”

He reached under the couch and pulled out the little box Kara had seen last night. She had no idea when he'd gotten it out of the glove compartment of his Jeep.

He held it between them for a moment. “I wanted to do something to commemorate our first date that would be both public and intensely intimate,” he said. “Because that's what I remember about our first Christmas Eve together. We were stuck in that public airport with thousands of other people, and yet we managed to do things together that were very private and special.”

Kara shivered at the memories. It wasn't just their first kisses Ron was talking about. He'd brazenly touched her for the first time while they sat against the wall of the terminal with their coats draped across their laps. It had been incredibly risky and stupid—but also unbelievably exciting. There was no doubt in Kara's mind that that risk—that Ron's ability to convince Kara to push against her inhibitions—was a very significant factor in her attraction to him.

Now as she took the box from him, her heart pounded furiously in her chest and her whole body tingled with anticipation. “I can't wait to see what's inside,” she whispered.

The box lid came off easily in her hands revealing two earrings with tiny green gemstones in them and a matching emerald stud. It was the three rings that Emmy had told them about but Kara still didn't understand.

“Two earrings you can show in public,” Ron explained. His finger stretched out and touched the lobe of one of her ear. “And a stud,” he continued as he drew his finger down her body, “that you can wear just for me.”