Lace Kiss Under the Mistletoe

The air hung thick with the scent of pine needles and expensive perfume as I scanned the room, a predatory glint in my eyes. Last year's surprise had been a decent start, a playful tease, but this year, I was determined to escalate the heat, to leave no doubt in Drew’s mind about my desires. I’d chosen my outfit carefully – a black lace dress that clung to my curves like a second skin, a low-cut V-neck that hinted at the delights beneath, and a knee-length skirt that allowed just enough exposure to tantalize. Underneath, I wore a barely-there strapless plunge bra, a conscious decision to push the boundaries and test his limits. I'd even skipped the panties, knowing that the challenge would only heighten the anticipation. The thought of him reaching for me, eager to fulfill my every fantasy, sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine.

I’d spent the morning meticulously crafting a text message exchange, designed to build the tension and make him crave my attention. The first text, sent just before he left for work, was a provocative photo of me in my heels, a playful invitation to imagine what I had planned for him. The accompanying message was short and sweet: "Can't wait to see you tonight, darling. Prepare yourself." I could practically feel his pulse quicken as he read it. The response came swiftly, a blurry image of his rock-hard cock, dripping with anticipation, and a single, breathless word: “Wet.” It was the perfect confirmation that my efforts were paying off. The anticipation had reached fever pitch, and the clock was ticking.

As the party got into full swing, I kept my eyes peeled for Drew, savoring the anticipation of his arrival. The hotel lobby was a chaotic scene of mingling guests, clinking glasses, and forced smiles, but I remained focused on my mission. When I spotted him, a wide grin spread across my face. He was wearing a tailored suit, but his eyes held a mischievous glint that mirrored my own excitement. He moved through the crowd with purpose, heading straight for me. As he approached, I subtly shifted my position, ensuring that the lace of my dress brushed against his arm, sending a jolt of electricity through both of us.

“Looking good, babe,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. “Ready for a little surprise?” I responded with a playful wink, confirming my intentions. The moment he stepped into our room, I knew the game was afoot. The room itself was opulent, with a king-sized bed, plush carpeting, and a panoramic view of the city skyline. I quickly shed my heels, tossing them onto the bed, and proceeded to strip off my dress, revealing the lace bra beneath. The cool air on my skin ignited a primal heat within me.

“Just wanted to make sure you were enjoying yourself,” he said, his eyes lingering on my naked body. “Thought you might be a little lonely.” I arched my back, a silent invitation for him to take charge. He didn’t hesitate. With a swift movement, he pulled me towards the bed and positioned himself above me. The scent of his arousal filled the air, intensifying my desire. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, eager to feel his touch.

“You know what you came here for, don’t you?” he whispered, his voice thick with lust. “Let’s not waste any time.” He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. The anticipation built as he began to slowly lower himself onto the bed, his body pressed against mine. His hand reached out, gently stroking my chest, sending waves of pleasure through me. Then, he started to tease me, sliding his fingers up and down my slit, igniting the flames of desire within me. I moaned, arching my back in anticipation, my body trembling with pleasure.

As he continued his assault, I realized that my orgasm was building rapidly. It was a powerful surge of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm me. I squeezed my eyes shut, surrendering to the moment. Just as the climax was about to hit, I heard a knock on the door. Drew quickly pulled himself away, his eyes flashing with a mixture of surprise and concern. He quickly removed his clothes, revealing his hard cock, already slick with pre-cum.

“What are you doing here so soon?” I asked, my voice slightly breathless. “You know this is supposed to be a surprise.” “I couldn’t stand the thought of you being alone, waiting here, naked,” he replied, his voice laced with possessiveness. “I just had to make sure you were having a good time.” He quickly donned his boxers, the sight of his hard cock driving a fresh wave of desire through me. As he lay down on top of me, his body pressed against mine, I felt a surge of power.

“Don’t be in such a hurry,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble. “We have plenty of time. I’m going to make you cum first. I’m going to make you beg me to take you.” He slowly lowered his head, his lips tracing the curve of my nipple, sending shivers down my spine. Then, he moved his fingers up my clit, teasing and stimulating it with a slow, deliberate rhythm. The pleasure intensified, building rapidly within me.

As the orgasm neared, I let out a primal scream, arching my back in pleasure. My pussy clenched around his fingers, unable to contain the force of my arousal. It was an intense, overwhelming sensation, a torrent of pleasure that threatened to consume me. Just as the climax hit, a wave of euphoria washed over me. I opened my eyes to find Drew watching me with a look of pure bliss on his face. “What?” he asked, his voice breathless. “I love watching you cum…I love that I can do that to you.”

He leaned down, kissing me deeply, his tongue exploring every inch of my body. Then, he began to move his head lower, his lips tracing the contours of my body, following the line of my scar, a remnant of my cesarean section. As he moved his tongue across my clit, my body began to shake uncontrollably. The pleasure intensified, reaching new heights of ecstasy. I pushed him away, desperate to regain control. “Yes?” he asked, his eyes questioning. I gazed intently at him, taking in the sweat on his face, the heat in his gaze, and the raw desire in his eyes. “I want you to take me,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with pleasure.

“Are you begging me?” he asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Trying to summon me to do your bidding?” I growled at him, “YES! NOW!” He surged forward, his body pressing against mine, his hard cock thrusting deep into my pussy. The sensation was both painful and exquisite, a perfect blend of pleasure and torment. I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him closer, determined to ride him until I reached the brink. As he continued to thrust, my body arched and writhed, my pussy clenching around his fingers. The pleasure intensified, pushing me to the edge of ecstasy. The world faded away as I lost myself in the moment, surrendering to the raw, primal urges within me.

Finally, the orgasm hit, a massive wave of pleasure that surged through my body, leaving me breathless and weak. I let out a final, desperate moan, clinging to him, desperate to prolong the moment. He continued to thrust, savoring my pleasure, until finally, he released, his body collapsing on top of mine, both of us panting heavily. "Oh baby...that felt so good!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with adoration. We lay there, entangled in each other, basking in the afterglow of our passionate encounter. As we pulled apart, I couldn’t help but smile. The hot Christmas party surprise had exceeded all my expectations. It had been a night of pure, unadulterated pleasure, a testament to the power of desire and the thrill of the unexpected.

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