The Christmas Reconciliation

It's time for the tree and decorations. Her favorite time of year. She loves it. It reminds her of the sad times in life and of the people that are no longer here but yet for every sad memory there are more good ones. She loves to decorate and experience the love of the season. Some may say it's an over commercialized holiday but for her it means so much more. It means family and friends and smiles on her favorite faces along with the sweet smelling scents from the kitchen.

She pulls out the tree and decorations from storage - rearranges the furniture and cleans up. Before she starts her tradition she puts on the Christmas music that she has playing softely in the background. This year she's alone in her tradition. Noone to share it with - noone to understand.

She strings the lights and hangs her ornaments. Each one representing something of her past. Something of her memories. Somethings of her friends and family. The sun sets and it's now dark the lights bring the only brightness to the room which brings out a romantic glow throughout. She's almost done only one last thing.

As she reaches for the top of the tree she's singing along with the music and while fighting to keep her balance she hardly notices the front door open and the foot steps in the kitchen...as she stretches to place the star the voice says: " Need some help?"

Startled she turns around and there leaning against the door frame of the kitchen is him. With his arms folded across his chest and a smirk on his face he askes again " Would you like some help?"

"No Thank You I can manage just fine" She says with an undertone in her voice "I've done it alone so far I'm pretty sure I can finish"

"Very well," he says while he remains in his position. She tries once more to reach the top, a bit more determined then before to prove to him that she doesn't need him. She doesn't want him there. She can feel his eyes on her. She can feel his heat. With her one last effort - her ladder started to wobble and as she tries to remain her balance she looses the very things she's so focused on maintaining. Although before she reaches the ground he's beside her, catching her. Her eyes are closed because she anticipates the ground meeting her...when she realizes shes not going to hit the floor she opens her eyes and there she is...in his arms...where she belongs. Smiling down at her he asks her one last time "How about now? Need some help?" Helping her up she finally agrees to let him place the star apon the tree. After he complets the task that was difficult for her she stands in front of the tree a few steps back and assess's the work. She stands there with her arms folded looking to make sure the lights are all working, the ornaments are evenly spaced and of course that the star is straight. He comes down from the ladder and stands behind her wrapping his arms around her.

"You did good" he says
"So did you" she says as she turns her head to look at him behind her.

Slowly as if from a movie he bends down and kisses her. A sweet yet timid kiss as he isn't aware of the waters in which he is crossing. Unsure if forgiveness is on this road of his. After the kiss she slowly sinks back into his embrace and places her face against his and reminds herself to breath.

Sitting on the couch, curled together in the corner they trace each others fingers and the length of their arms...wondering just what, if anything, is around the next corner. As he traces the jawline of her face he raises her face to look at him. As she looks into his eyes her lips begin to curve he askes her why she's doing that and she doesn't respond. All she does is kiss him. Kisses him in the most passionate way possible. She makes sure that every inch of his mouth has been kissed by her and her tongue has explored his mouth as if it's her own. Together in the shadows they explore each other and refresh their memory on what they have missed. They explore to make sure nothing has changed, to make sure that nothing is different. She runs her hands up his chest and down his arms feeling his muscles that he's trying so hard to control. She traces his face with her index finger placing it in his mouth so she can feel his heat. She explores his neck her her lips, her tongue and her fingers. She kisses his earlobe teasing him with her warm breath in his ear. She can feel his presence get more anxious. She knows what it does to him.

The look in his eyes isn't that of strength or determination. It's of passion and need. He lays her down and with her hands behind her head, pushing her breasts farther out then normal, he looks at her. He takes her in unsure of where to start first. As he lays down on top of her sliding between her legs he explores her body with his hands. Explores every curve and bump along the way. He kisses her with a passion he's never shown to her before. His hands have a hold on hers above her head so all she can do is wriggle her body to feel him. And feel him she does. As he kisses her neck and leaves his mark she wraps her legs around him unable to wait to feel his pressure. He lets go of her hands and he traces her breasts. Barely touching them with his fingers - teasing her - he knows she just wants him to take her in the most primative way possible but he waits.

She runs her hands under his shirt and across his back...feeling him arch his back as he kisses her stomach through her shirt. She brings his shirt up and over his head and tosses it on the floor feeling his bare skin...

"Take of my shirt," she says "I want to feel your skin against mine".

He slowly runs his hands under her shirt by her upper hips and tickles her skin as he lightly touches his way up and over her head as she arches her back bringing his prize even closer to his mouth watering for a taste. He can't take it anymore he doesn't even take off her bra he just slides it up and her breasts pop out of the holding cell in which they have been all day...Eagerly he takes a mouthful first from her left and then her right unable to get enough of either. He uses his fingers to squeeze her breasts as tight as he can and twists her nipples between his fingers while blowing the cool air of his breath amongst the tip to raise her nipple taller then prevoulsy thought possible. She humps him as he kisses her and leaves his red mark amongst her breast. His breath is shorter now and faster...so is hers.

Her fingers slide down his stomach to his belt quickly unlatching it like a pro and while unbuttoning his jeans and sliding the zipper down she pushes down his pants with an excitment she didn't expect she still desired. His cock was ready just waiting for attention from her. She slid her hands over his hips as he anxiously wiggled wanting more. She sat up and laid him on his back and dangled her breasts in his face and as he would reach up with his mouth she would pull back just out of reach from his mouth...he would tease him by running them across his chest and not allowing his hands to touch her she would slowly slide back up his body and place one breast in his mouth suffocating him till he got enough of what he or she needed. Then she would switch. She then slowly slid back down his body stopping at his stomach and kissed it with lots of gentle kisses and touches. tickling him in a few places. As she slid down further still her breasts were first to reach his cock. His cock that was pulsing for attention. She surrounded his cock with her huge breasts and slowly moved up and down all while kissing and sucking the tip of his cock she loved so much. She gave him the best titty fuck he had ever experienced but she slowed down before he was able to cum to allow him to recover enough to have more. As she explored his torso again she put his balls in his mouth and placed her hand tightly around his cock listening to his moans started to excite her and she reached for his hands to play with her nipples while she played with her favorite body parts of his.

She wanted to taste it - She wanted the heat in her mouth she wanted his eyes upon her tasting him. She looked up at him through the tops of her eyes and he was just staring at her unexpected of what was coming next so she looked away and placed his cock in her mouth. She swallowed it so deep he could feel it hitting the back of her throat achieving the perfect rhythm which left him feeling in a world of his own...every touch was perfect every suck was perfect every squeeze was even better...he didn't want her to stop...

"Oh man....you're good" he breathed quietly as it was all he could manage

She didn't want to stop to say anything in return and she wasn't sure she needed to...she was hungry - hungry for him. She didn't stop even when he wanted her to she kept going kept sucking and pumping and moaning right along with him till he became really warm and stiff and next thing she knew her mouth was full of him. Was full of what he had to offer of what she wanted most...he he had cum in her mouth and no drop was wasted. She licked him dry.

She knew he needed some time to recover so she laid back down on the couch and while looking at the christmas lights and at him she began to touch herself. She began to rub herself through her jeans while squeezing her own breasts and pinching her nipples and biting her lip (which she knows drives him crazy). She placed her breast in her own mouth and flicked her nipple with her tongue all while pearing over at him....he was going crazy she could tell. Her jeans were unzipped and they were slid off. The wetness had gone right through her underwear. Those were slid off as well. She placed her fingers on the edge of her pussy. Sliding around the ring plunging one or two fingers in every now and then. The wetness was incredible. She couldn't remember being this wet in a long time. He wanted to be a part he wanted to help so he leaned forward and kissed her and then kissed his way down her body and helped to clean her up but what was doing was making her more wet. His lips and tongue on her clit were making her wiggle all over the couch...his fingers exploring her at the same time was going to make her cum in a way she had never before...her lip was being bit her eyes were shut she was feeling a bliss she couldn't ever explain. He was enjoying it just as much as her and he matched her needs for more or less never giving up.

He stopped.

"What's wrong? what are you doing?" she breathed to him heavily not wanting to loose the feeling she experienced

"What do you want?" he asked

"What do you mean what do I want?"

"What do you want ... what do you want from me?"

"I want you to stop talking and fuck me hard over the edge of this couch while Iooking at the christmas lights and the reflection of us in the tv" she said

and that was that...over she went. He was slow to place his cock in her at first and then railed her like she'd never been railed before....hard and steady. Holding her hands from behind her in a hogtie position. She was completely at his mercy and he loved every moment of it. She moaned and groaned and the usually quiet girl was letting out noises that you'd hear during matting season in the woods. Sounds neither one of them knew either of them could make. As they became in sync and motioned together they climaxed together and both released their energy at the same time letting out one loud groan. He released her arms and he colasped on her back with his cock still in her not wanting to give up the best thing that just happened. He lays on the couch and she lays next to him. Both are completely exausted and completely covered in sweat from head to toe and the only thing they can smell is each other. Each others sex that at this point is now one.

He doesn't care that she's cuddling with him. He doesn't care that the closeness of her body will most certainly arise him once again. All he cares about is falling asleep with her in his arms. All she cares about is the safety in which is arms provide. And soon they both fall asleep to the rhythmic sounds of them breathing and the view of the christmas tree and a smile on their face...