Page 43 of Ribbons and Roses

It’s an instant turn on for Delphine. She reacts with a deep shudder and then flicks her tongue to mine.

Long and slow kisses like these have always been a language of ours. We communicate through each deep kiss and teasing stroke of our tongues.

Delphine tastes sweet like the dessert she’d eaten and spicy like the cider she drank. I can’t get enough as I explore her mouth and savor the feel of her.

My dick goes from twitching in my pants to fully erect in a matter of seconds.

Delphine senses this. Her hands reach for my pants, fussing with my belt buckle and then drawing down the zipper.

I grunt at the feel of her soft hand wrapping around my hard dick. Her kiss becomes even sweeter as she kisses me like a seductive siren and begins stroking my dick.

She knows what I like. She knows exactly how to get me off.

After so many years together, we’ve mastered each other’s bodies.

I’m at her mercy as she fists my cock and moans into my mouth.

“Fuck, Phi,” I growl, grabbing her face to regain some semblance of control. I draw back slightly, lips still inches from hers. “You know exactly what you’re doing to me.”

“Mmmm,” she hums. “You’re so hard, Jon. Does that mean you like your present?”

She lets go of my dick and lays back on the bed. Her beautiful body stretches out before me, the satin red ribbon like decoration. I’d tear it off her with my teeth if I had to.

I realize that’s not a bad idea as I crawl over her on the bed and drag her legs further apart. I plant myself in between and drag my swollen, hard dick over her pussy.

Her eyes roll back at the teasing feel. I rub myself against the ribbon covering her and it rubs against her pussy lips, creating a smooth friction.

“Do I like my present?” I repeat. “How about I unwrap it and show you?”

I drop kisses on her throat, then her chest and shoulders. I grope a heavy breast in one hand and drag my mouth down to the other, kissing and suckling. She feels so nice in my hands. So damn soft and squeezable.

My kisses spread.

I drop them wherever I can. I tug on the first strip of ribbon that’s artfully placed under her breasts and let it fall away.

It really is like I’m unwrapping a present as I place a kiss where the satin ribbon once was. Delphine moans and squirms. She’s growing needy and fussy like she tends to do during moments like this.

I grin kissing her round belly and then pull the next piece of ribbon away.

Kiss after kiss leads me to her pussy. She’s so soaked she’s left a wet patch on the ribbon covering it up.

I lick my lips as if I’m a man long starved and rip it away like a savage.

Delphine screams out at the first swipe of my tongue on her pussy. I reach up and cover her mouth to silence her.

We’ve got a house full of people and it’s late in the night.

The challenge becomes keeping her silent. Delphine writhes and thrashes at the warm pleasure my mouth brings her. I’ve gother sweet taste soaking on my tongue as I eat her out and grope her curves.

My dick throbs, already on the edge of erupting.

But I force myself to wait. I make her come with a stifled cry and shudder of her body before I’m slicking myself in her juices. Instant heat engulfs my dick as it sinks into her pussy.

Delphine stares up at me like she’s drunk. Eyelids heavy and eyes glazed over, she can only moan as she takes my dick.

I’ve rolled her onto her side—her preferred position this far along into her pregnancy—and enter her from behind.

We develop a sawing motion. Our bodies slide together, my arms wrapped around her. The perfect position that allows me to grope her breasts and hips. I grab her neck and stroke in deep, grunting in her ear.