Cougar Christmas

  Getting on her hands and knees, she crawled to the center of the narrow mattress and waited. Though she still had on her bra and her green sweater, she felt almost unbearably naked with her ass and pussy on display.

  Apparently having her on her hands and knees half naked on the bed pleased Drew. He walked around the make-shift bed, examining her from every angle, his blue eyes hot and half-lidded with desire.

  “Drew…” she began, feeling like she couldn’t take his scrutiny anymore. But he only shook his head.

  “Shhh, baby—we’re not done yet. Here, I think we need to do a little something to make you ready.”

  “Ready for what?” Genevieve demanded breathlessly but her questions ended in a moan because Drew was pushing up her sweater and pulling down her bra to bear her breasts. Genevieve moaned as he tugged on her naked nipples, sending electric jolts of pleasure from her breasts straight to the wet spot between her thighs.

  “Does that feel good, baby?” Drew murmured in her ear, still tugging and twisting her tender peaks. “You like being open and helpless on your hands and knees while I touch your beautiful body?”

  “I…I…Oh God, Drew!” Genevieve couldn’t answer his questions—she could barely talk she was so hot. Her pussy felt so wet she was afraid she must be dripping everyplace but when she tried to shut her legs, Drew shook his head.

  “No, Gen—stay spread for me,” he ordered. “God, I love how wet your sweet little pussy gets for me. Hot and wet and ready.”

  Suddenly he knelt behind her on the floor at the foot of the bed and leaned forward on the thin mattress to wrap his muscular arms around her thighs.

  Genevieve gasped in surprise and turned her head to see him pulling her towards the end of the mattress. Before she could protest, he was pressing his face between her thighs, bathing her pussy with long, hot strokes of his tongue.

  “Oh, Drew!” she moaned as he pulled her back against his mouth. “Oh, please!”

  She couldn’t make anything more coherent come out of her mouth but she wiggled her hips, letting him know how good what he was doing to her felt. Drew seemed to understand what she was trying to say because he pulled back for just a moment.

  “That’s right, baby,” he growled hoarsely. “Just lean back against me and ride my mouth. Want to feel that sweet, wet pussy coming all over my face while I tongue fuck you.”

  Oh God! Genevieve had never realized how much she liked dirty talk before—maybe because she’d never been with a man who really knew what to say. Her ex- husband, Charles, had been largely nonverbal during sex, confining his comments to a few grunts and groans. But when Drew talked dirty to her in that deep, dominant voice, she couldn’t help loving it, couldn’t help responding to it. As he went back to lapping and sucking her open pussy, she felt her pleasure beginning to peak.

  “Drew!” she moaned as her orgasm washed over her, shaking her to the core. He wrapped his arms even tighter around her, pulling her back and lashing her clit with his tongue, driving her even higher until she thought she was going to go crazy. Part of her wanted to get away—to try and escape the intense, almost unbearable pleasure. But Drew was too strong—there was no way to get free—nothing she could do but press back against his face and his eager tongue and let him make her come as many times as he wanted to.

  And, as he licked and sucked her and pressed his tongue deep inside her, she did come—again and again until she was dizzy with pleasure and panting with need. God, who knew he would be so into this act? Or that he could drive her crazy with a well-placed flick of his tongue? As he lapped and teased her open pussy, she thought she might explode it felt so good.

  At last, when she’d lost count of the times she’d reached the peak, Drew pulled away from her, panting, his broad chest heaving like a bellows. Genevieve moaned softly and collapsed forward, her forehead pillowed on her forearms and her legs still spread submissively wide.

  Despite the intense orgasms Drew had just given her, she wanted more. She felt empty inside—empty and hot and wet.

  “Drew?” she whispered at last, lifting her head and turning to look at him.

  “Yeah, baby?” He stood up smoothly and the bulge in the front of his jeans was unmistakable. His mouth was shiny with her juices and his eyes were glowing with need.

  “Drew, I…” She didn’t know how to say it—didn’t know how to ask for what she needed…what she knew she shouldn’t have. “Drew, I want…I need…”

  “Yeah, baby?” he murmured again, climbing onto the bed behind her. Genevieve was still on her hands and knees so when his lean hips butted gently against her, she couldn’t help feeling the bulge of his cock pressing against her open pussy.

  “Drew,” she moaned softly. “Please, can you…would you just…just rub yourself against me? Like you did last night?”

  “Like this, you mean?” He pressed his denim-clad cock harder against her wet, open pussy. “Or bare?”

  “Bare.” She looked over her shoulder at him, feeling helpless and hot and unable to stop herself. “Take…take off your jeans and underwear and rub against me bare.”

  “If you want me to, baby,” he murmured. “I guess we should end this ‘exercise’ like we have all the others.”

  “Yes, exactly.” Genevieve nodded eagerly. “Just…rub yourself against me. I…I want to feel you.”

  “With pleasure,” he growled. Unfastening his jeans, he peeled the denim down to reveal the long, hard shaft of his cock. Genevieve moaned breathlessly when she saw that the plum-shaped head was already shiny with precum. God, they were taking a risk here! She was in a much more vulnerable position than she had been the night before, with her pussy spread and open and in perfect alignment with his cock. But even though she knew this was a line they shouldn’t cross, she couldn’t make herself ask Drew to stop.

  As she watched, he took his shaft in one hand and began to rub the broad head slowly between her slippery pussy lips, caressing her clit with his broad tip. The gentle, intimate massage made her pussy throb even harder and Genevieve thought she had never felt so empty in her life.

  “Drew,” she moaned and wiggled her hips, trying to get more of him in contact with her. “Drew, please!”

  “Better be careful, Gen.” One large hand gripped her hip almost roughly, trying to keep her still. “Unless you want to cross that line we talked about yesterday. If you keep sliding all around on my cock like that it’s going to slip inside you. Then—”

  But before he could finish his sentence, Gen felt something thick and hot press against the entrance of her pussy and slide a little way inside her.

  They both froze for a moment and part of her brain screamed that this was wrong—that she couldn’t go this far with Drew. They didn’t even have the excuse of the sexual surveillance cameras this time—they were on their own and still doing things they would probably regret later.

  But it felt so good to have Drew inside her—even just a little way—that she couldn’t seem to pull away or ask him to pull out. Instead she looked over her shoulder again.

  “Drew?” She made his name a question.

  “God—damn.” His voice was a low, uneven growl. “I told you this would happen Gen—Hold still, I’m inside you.”

  “Just a little way though—I can feel you,” she whispered breathlessly. “Maybe…maybe it wouldn’t hurt for you to go a little further.”

  “You mean like this?” He pressed forward and Genevieve tried not to moan as she felt another thick inch enter her and then another.

  “Yes,” she gasped. “Like…like that. God, Drew, you’re so big.”

  “It’s just that you’re really tight, baby.” He stroked her back and hips in long, soothing strokes. “But maybe I’d better pull out now. We’re getting awfully close to crossing that line we talked about last night.”

  “I know we are but…” Genevieve bit her lip again. “But I can’t help it—I want to cross it. A little, anyway.”

  “Oh? And how do we do that?”
He sounded half turned on, half amused but she noticed he still made no effort to pull out of her.

  “Let me feel you in me just once,” she said. “All the way in, just once and hold it there. Can we do that?”

  “We can do anything you want to, baby,” Drew assured her in a thick voice. “If you’re sure.”

  “I’m sure. Please…” Spreading her legs wider, Genevieve pressed back against him, trying to get more of his thickness inside her.

  Drew groaned and pushed forward, this broad shaft spreading her inner walls in a way that was both delicious and a little scary. Genevieve had never been with anyone this large before but she didn’t want to stop. She told herself she just wanted to feel Drew all the way inside her once and then she’d ask him to pull out. She would finish him with her mouth—give him the most incredibly blow job of his life. And that would be that.

  But when she felt his long shaft bottom out inside her, the broad, blunt head kissing the mouth of her womb, she knew she couldn’t ask him to pull out right away. It felt too good, too amazing to be so filled and opened by his cock.

  “Drew!” she moaned softly, grinding back against him, trying to get every last bit of his shaft inside her.

  “God, Gen—take it easy!” he growled, gripping her hips. “I thought you just wanted me to put it in you for a minute. If we’re not careful we’ll end up fucking.”

  “Maybe…maybe I want that,” Genevieve whispered, unable to help herself. She turned her head to look at him. “God, Drew—you feel so good inside me!”

  “And you feel fucking amazing wrapped around me, baby—but are you sure about this?” He looked into her eyes, his long fingers still wrapped around her hips. “You’re sure you want to let me fuck you…make love to you?”

  “Drew!” she begged pulling off him a few inches and then sinking back against his lean hips to impale herself completely on his thickness once more. “God, yes! Please, I need you in me! I need more.”

  “All right then, baby—you’ll get more,” he growled hoarsely. Taking a firmer grip on her hips, he pulled almost all the way out and thrust into her long and hard. The deep thrust made Genevieve throw her head back and moan, moving her hips in response to his rhythm, giving herself completely even though she knew it was a bad idea.

  She didn’t know how long it lasted—considerably longer than it ever had with Charles, that was for damn sure. Drew seemed to have untiring stamina as he drew out of her and pressed back in with rough thrusts that seemed designed to drive her wild. And all the time he talked to her, telling her how tight she was, what a beautiful body she had, and how he loved the feel of her around him.

  “God, you’re gorgeous, baby—love how tight and wet your pussy feels wrapped around my cock, love to fuck you,” he growled in her ear, twisting her nipples and making her moan and gasp as her body started climbing the hill towards orgasm once more.

  “Drew, please!” she moaned, pressing back against him, trying to take him even deeper. “Don’t stop—please, don’t stop.”

  “Never, baby,” he vowed. “Not gonna stop until you come all over my cock.”

  Genevieve could feel herself about to do just that. Even after all the intense orgasms Drew had given her earlier, she could tell the peak she was about to reach was going to be something special—a deeper pleasure than he’d given her before. She moaned breathlessly as she felt his heavy balls slap against her open pussy, teasing her already swollen and tender clit. At the same time, Drew plowed into her deeply, thrusting hard against the end of her channel, sending her closer and closer to spiraling out of control.

  “Drew!” She heard herself half moaning, half crying his name but somehow she couldn’t make herself stop. “Oh God, Drew that feels so good!”

  “Feels good to me too, baby. Gonna come soon. Do you want me to—?”

  “Come inside me,” Genevieve moaned recklessly. “Do it Drew, I want you to…want you to come inside me.”

  “God, baby—you’re so sexy when you talk like that,” he groaned. “What about you—are you close? Do you think you can come all over my cock while I fuck you?”

  “Yes!” Genevieve almost sobbed. “Yes, God—I’m coming…coming now!”

  She could feel her inner muscles contract and tighten around him, sucking at his thickness inside her, trying to get him as deeply as she could as her orgasm hit her.

  Drew must have felt her tighten around him because he thrust as deeply inside her as he could and held still, his shaft swelling even thicker within her inner walls.

  “God, Gen!” he groaned. “Gonna…can’t help myself. Gonna come deep in your tight pussy.”

  “Do it!’ Genevieve urged him again. She knew it was reckless and that their relationship would be irrevocably changed by this but somehow she couldn’t make herself care. She just knew she didn’t want Drew to pull out—she just knew she wanted to keep him inside her for as long as possible.

  He seemed to hold steady forever, his hands gripped on her hips, holding her in place as he filled her completely. Finally, though, Genevieve heard him sigh and he leaned forward, cupping her back to his chest.

  With a little moan of pure exhaustion, she fell over on her side and Drew went with her, the two of them spooned on the bed in a haze of spent pleasure.

  “God, baby,” Drew murmured in her hair, pulling her close to him. “When you cross the line, you really cross the line. That was amazing.”

  “Yes, it was,” Genevieve murmured and burst into tears.

  “Hey…hey—are you all right?” He turned her to face him and peered down into her face anxiously.

  “F-fine,” Genevieve lied, not meeting his eyes.

  “You’re not fine,” he insisted. “Fine doesn’t mean bawling your eyes out. What is it, Gen? Did I hurt you? I tried not to be too rough but I might have gotten a little carried away there at the end…”

  “You d-didn’t hurt me.” She made an effort to get hold of herself, turning her face to the mattress and blotting her eyes on the sheet.

  How could she tell Drew that what was making her cry had nothing to do with physical pain…and everything to do with emotional hurt? It wasn’t that she regretted doing what they’d done—not a bit of it. True, they had crossed a line they could never uncross but that wasn’t what bothered her either. It was that somehow, in crossing that line and giving her body to the man beside her completely, she had also given her heart.

  She’d gone and done the stupidest thing possible—she’d fallen for Drew even though she knew their relationship was only temporary and there was no way it could continue in the real world, outside of Whispering Pines. He was too young for her and they worked together—one of those obstacles they might overcome but not both. And besides, he would probably be glad to go his own way and find someone his own age once this weekend was finally over.

  When they left here and went back to their old lives in Sarasota, went back to their old relationship, it was going to hurt—hurt even worse than her divorce from Charles had. Because Charles, though he could be charming at times, before he’d turned cold and distant, had never touched her heart as Drew had. Earlier Drew had joked about the “Ice Queen” melting but he had no idea how right he was. He really had melted her thick, exterior walls—he’d stripped away her emotional amour and without it Genevieve felt as naked and vulnerable as a turtle without its shell.

  “Baby?” he murmured softly in her ear and there was genuine concern in his deep voice.

  “I just…I can’t talk about it now, okay?” she whispered at last, blotting her eyes again. “Can you…could you just hold me, Drew? Just hold me for one more night?”

  “Love to hold you, baby,” he murmured. “But let’s get more comfortable first.” They were both still half-dressed but Drew pulled off his own clothes and then helped Genevieve out of her sweater and bra. When she shivered in the still slightly chilly air of the cabin, he handed her the t-shirt he’d been wearing under his sweater and Genevieve pulled it on
gratefully. He was so much taller than her, it hung past her thighs and it smelled faintly of his warm, spicy scent.

  As soon as they were comfortably dressed, (or undressed in Drew’s case) he pulled her back down to the mattress and tugged the covers over both of them. Genevieve shivered against the chilly sheets but he pulled her closer, cupping her in the curve of his much larger body as they spooned on the little bed, sharing their body heat.

  Worn out with both the intense pleasure and the overwhelming emotions that came with it, Genevieve felt her eyes drifting closed in the snug, fire-lit cabin. She watched the shadows dance on the walls and finally fell asleep in the comforting circle of Drew’s arms.

  * * * * *

  Drew woke sometime in the early hours before dawn, shivering with chill. Looking past the end of the hide-a-bed to the small fireplace, he saw that the fire had burned down to a few glowing embers—no wonder it was getting cold!

  Leaving Genevieve on the bed, he slipped out from under the covers and threw some more logs onto the fireplace, making sure they caught. Once he saw the flames licking at the thick wood, he nodded with satisfaction. There—that should do it.

  He went back to the small bed, his skin pebbled with goosebumps from the chill. But when he tried to slide in beside Genevieve without waking her, he saw by the dim, flickering light shining in her eyes she was already awake.

  “Drew?” she whispered questioningly.

  “Sorry—fire was almost out,” he murmured, getting under the covers beside her. “Didn’t want us to turn into popsicles overnight.”

  “You’re cold,” she murmured but instead of pulling away, she pressed against him, rubbing her lush bottom against his suddenly stiffening cock.

  “Uh, you’d better not do that, baby,” Drew warned softly. “Not unless you want a repeat performance.”

  “Maybe I do.” Her voice was soft and almost dreamy in the near darkness.

  “I don’t mind if you don’t,” Drew assured her as he cupped her breasts and gently tugged her nipples, making her moan. “But let’s take it easy this time, okay?”