Fuensalida

Chapter 31

Chris sat on the couch in the living room, watching the door and the headlights he can see turning into the driveway. Female voices laughed on the outside and grew louder towards the door. Goodbyes were said, he was sure hugs were given, and then the door began to open.

Pushing through the door was a sparkling Celeste, a long black coat covering her body, though her feet, clad in Santa red and Ivy green open-toed heels, and her hair, dressed in matching ribbons, gave an idea of the outfit she was hiding underneath. She stomped those delicate shoes and feet on the floor, knocking snow from the short trip from the driveway to the door that had accumulated onto her toes.

“Hello there,” Chris said casually.

She shivered in response, closing the door soundly. “Hey.” She brushed snow out of her glittering hair.
Chris sat back on the couch, unable to hide the grin. “Definitely holiday weather.”

“You think?” she asked sarcastically. Her hands went up to the buttons on her coat and began pulling them loose. “What? No offer to help me?” She slid the coat off of her body and hung it up on the peg next to the door.

“I’ve little interest in your snow,” he said quietly, his eyes moving up and down her body. He was right, the dress was a perfect match for the decorations on her toes and in her hair. The mostly red dress with green accents along her side had a halter top that push her cleavage together and up, showing those perfect orbs, more skin revealed than should be on a girl her age. The side of the dress clung to her waist and hips then pooled out into a swing-like-skirt. The skirt went below her knees and still made him think lascivious thoughts.

“Some gentleman,” she scoffed. She took small steps further into the room.

Chris’s eyes were glued to the cleavage. “Now I know why you snuck out.”

“I didn’t sneak out,” Celeste corrected him.

Chris smirked. “You definitely didn’t wait around to let me see you in that dress before you went to your little Christmas party.”

Celeste gave off a Gallic shrug she had perfected by emulating Chris. “You didn’t seem to care.” She slipped out of her heels. Wiggling her toes Chris could not help noticing how red they had become, a mixture of the cold air that had bitten at them and being in heels that were likely too tight or too high all night. Still, she bounced over to him with ease and flopped herself onto the couch, moving to sit sideways and slide her toes under Chris’s leg to warm them.

Chris shifted, feeling the cold through his flannel pants. “You’re a bad liar,” he laughed. “Just admit you actually wanted to go to the party so you couldn’t let me see you like that.”

“First, warm my feet more,” Celeste wiggled her toes under him. “And tell me you are sorry you weren’t a gentleman when I walked in.”

Chris chuckled. Celeste had to pick a fight about something, if this was what she was going to pick a fight about tonight he could handle it. “Can you ever forgive me?” he asked. Moving his hands to her feet he began rubbing them, warming her slowly.

“Nope,” she said stubbornly, shuffling her feet along the couch to help friction warmth.

“Why not?” he asked, rubbing harder, moving from her now warmer feet up to her ankles.

“Because you’re a jerk,” she insisted. Jerking her foot back she glared at him, his fingers purposefully finding a small ticklish spot on the back of her calf.

“A big one,” he agreed. He gripped her leg tighter and began tickling harder.

Celeste let out a loud laugh and jerked her foot back a bit, trying to escape his grasp. She squirmed hard, still trying to jerk her leg away. “Okay yes, I did avoid you.”

“Of course you did…” He only tickled harder.

“You would never have let me go.” She was squirming and kicking, trying to escape his grip.

He was not letting her go. “Why not?”

“Because I look hot,” she admitted and only laughed louder when his fingers found their way behind her knee. He gripped her, pulling her closer to him. She slid easily to him, but laughingly cried out, “Stop it!”

His hands reached to her waist and tickled her. “What’s in it for me?”

“Me!”

“Mmm… I like the sound of that.” Wrapping his hands around her waist he pulled her up and onto his lap. She slid easily onto him.

“I’m still cold,” she pouted, leaning her head against his shoulder.

“Yeah?” He slid his arms around her and pulled her closer. “What can we do about that?”

“I can change into my flannel pajamas and crawl into bed,” Celeste insisted teasingly.

“Well, I know how to start that.” His fingers wrapped in her dress and started to pull.

“Nope!” Celeste did her best to squirm away. Chris’s hands wrapped around her tighter, pulling her back down against him. He rubbed his hands downward, grabbing her dress again and lifting, her squirming having pushed it out from under her ass to give him better room to pull.

“You haven’t even fully enjoyed the dress yet,” Celeste tried to argue. “Besides, I really am cold. Can we at least go into a bedroom and not in front of the door?”

“One condition,” he insisted, leaning down to lick along her cleavage.

“What’s that?” She shivered, leaning back, allowing his tongue movement. He watched the shivering and the inevitable reaction to her growing need for him, nipples poking through the satin material.

He licked again. “You keep your dress at,” he pulled her skirt up and around her waist, “this level as we go.”

Celeste laughed, looking down at the matching red lace panties. “Why is that?”

A warm hand ran over her cold ass. “So I can watch.”

“You don’t want me to just take it off?” Sliding off of his lap she held the dress around her waist and wiggled her ass so he had an even more impressive view of the red lace underneath.

“Mmm…” Licking his lips he leaned forward. “I know I already tried to get you to that point.”

Celeste only laughed and bounced away from him and turned to run a bit up the stairs. Chris did not hesitate to follow, practically running behind her. The young girl bounced onto her bed, giggling and pulling her dress up a little further. Chris made sure the door was closed solidly behind him, grinning down at her on the bed. “Now, where were we?”

“Getting me into flannels!” she cried in an excited tone that belied what she was truly hoping for.

Chris’s answer to the absurdity was to move closer and rub his hands up her thighs, watching her reaction.

Celeste’s eyes followed his movement. “I talked to Mom.” Chris kept rubbing higher up her legs, ignoring the comment. She let him, leaning back to let him rub.

“And?” he finally asked, moving his hands further inward.

Celeste shifted, leaning her lips down to meet his, kissing him lightly. “Never mind.” He kissed her back slowly, his lips roving along hers. She pulled her lips from his and began to lean back onto the bed, laying out under him. He looked down her body, grinning, moving his hands back to her dress.

“Next step.” Lifting her arms over her head she helped him move her dress up and over her head. Dropping it down to the floor his eyes remained on her mostly naked body.

“Still want me?” she asked in a voice that was sweet, and truly asking the question.

The answer was his hand reaching to his flannel pants and gripping himself through them, showing her exactly how hard the raging erection was. She grinned up at him, reaching up to grip his thick cock, squeezing it tightly as well, their hands mingling together and both stroking him through the cloth.

“You like that answer?” he asked her.

“Yes, I do,” she told him, her hand still moving with his over his length.

He moved his hands up her thighs, moving them between her legs, stroking along the thin lace of her panties. Heat warmed his fingers, need made them damp. He slowly began sliding her panties down her thighs, her fingers moving quickly over his length, needing to feel him, to touch him.

“Tell me you want me,” she demanded as she shifted to let him pull the thin material from her body.

“I..” moaning hard he had to stop, her hand aggressive along him, “want you… always.”

She shifted again, leaning to nip his lip, sucking on it lightly. “Tell me you need me.”

“I need you,” he could not stop himself from moaning.

“Why?” she asked, teasing along his lips with her own. Stroking along his cock she kept him hard and ready for her. He could only moan, pushing his body against hers. She grinned at him, loving the feel of having the power in her hands. Small fingers wrapped in his boxers and tugged them downwards, teasing him, rubbing flesh against flesh. “That’s not an answer.

He looked down at her hands that were tossing his boxers aside. He grinned down at her.

Celeste shifted, pulling from him to lay back on the bed, gazing up at him through hooded lids that sparkles with the green and red decorations she had used on her toes and hair. Something alluring about seeing such bright blue orbs dressed in red and green and nearly black eyelashes shading the coloring, hiding the innocence of it and making it something completely sensual. “Now you may fuck me,” she told him in a voice reminiscent of that sensualness.

“Finally,” he grinned. With a wink he crawled onto the bed, sliding a hand along her body. “And just how does Party Girl wish to be fucked?”

“By you,” she whimpered, “I’m sure that is all that matters.” She nudged him lightly with her foot. “Party Girl?”

“You did go to a party,” he explained quietly, his eyes locked on the soft skin between her legs.

“Yes, I did,” she shifted, watching his eyes stay on her. “Now fuck me.”

“Assume the position,” he demanded.

Celeste shifted, lifting her knees. The perfect porcelain was pushed tightly together before she slowly spread them apart, her hands wrapping around her breasts and pushing them together and up, mimicking the way they appeared in the clinging dress now in a heap somewhere on the floor.

Chris licked his lips, moving over the small girl. She looked up at him and grinned. “Well you did seem to enjoy watching me in that dress.”

“Absolutely, he agreed.

Lifting her hips she pushed tightly against him. “Then take me already.” His grin was her only answer. “Why are you grinning like that?”

“I deeply enjoy your enthusiasm,” he whispered to her. She whimpered in answer, pushing closer again. He reached down to grip his thick cock, guiding the head towards her. “So much..” He thrust hard into her, burying himself inside of her. She gripped him tightly, shaking under him, looking up at him. He moaned, thrusting and burying his cock deeper still. Gripping her legs to his body he began pumping her, feeling her lift and fall under him, meeting his thrusts with hot moans of pleasure.

They met one another’s thrusts and pushes, moaning into the darkness in her room. The moonlight just barely casting enough light, but it was enough. He could see her body, her breasts lifting and falling, the perfect lips with the dash of color parted to let out the sounds of pleasure.

“More,” she begged, and he obliged. He pumped her harder, moving faster. Fingers clawed at sheets and skin, both of them scrambling to grasp on.

“You like… my big… cock… pounding you?” he asked, despite knowing the answer. His erection was swelling, ready to erupt, watching the blush color her cheeks only brought him closer. “You can tell me,” he moaned, gripping her tighter under him.

She whimpered, arching and pushing against him. “You already know I do,” she whispered, trembling hard.

He grunted, pushing harder. “I like to hear you say it.”

“I like it,” she cried out, then jerked under him, gasping, her body convulsing in pleasure. It was all he needed, erupting deeply inside of her, driving himself hard into her. Arms wrapped around one another, holding each other close as they kept moving against one another. He could not stop, even as he was growing limp and exhausted, he wanted to keep pushing inside of her.

Wrapping his arms around her tighter, pulling her closer, he kissed her lightly. “Feel better now?” he asked, still pushed between her legs and enjoying the heat coming off of both of their bodies.

With a small chuckle she asked, “Do you?” He rubbed against her in answer. “I takes that as a yes?”

“Absolutely.” He shifted, pulling away from her to plop down beside her before stretching his arm around her again and pulling her close.

“I’m warmer now,” she admitted with a grin.

He could not help a laugh. “Glad I could be of assistance.” The two of them grew quiet, catching their breath. After a few minutes he turned to look at her. “Have you had a good night?”

“Better now that I’m back,” she said softly. Turning slightly toward him her gaze met his. “Admit it, you were waiting for me.”

“I was most definitely waiting for you.” No hesitation, he said it as the absolute truth it was.

“Why?” she asked lamely.

He could not hide his smirk. “So we could fuck wildly and then spend a cozy night together in bed.”

Her yawn was soft, lady-like, he smiled because she was the only one who could look like a lady as her mouth was opened so wide and ready. “I see,” she finally said.

“Unless you wanted to spend the night on the couch with me,” he said with a chuckle. “Would be kind of strange since we’re already in bed.”

“I’m perfectly fine in my bed,” she said quietly. She stretched a bit, proving her point. He could not help letting his eyes wander her body. She smirked, seeing his eyes rove over her. With a hard tug she gripped her blanket and pulled it over her body. He reached out and slid under the blanket with her, letting her curl into him. Pulling her tight he felt her head move onto his shoulder.

“Anything you want to tell me about your conversation with Mom?” she asked after a few more moments of silence.

“You said that she already talked to you.” He ran his fingers gently through her hair.

“I asked if there was anything you want to tell me,” she corrected him, her eyes still locked on him.

“That I’m keeping you all to myself?” he said, his voice quieter than he expected it to be. She chuckled and yawned again in answer. “That I think she can live without me?” A noncommittal noise was her response. “That you’re delightful and perfect in every way?”

“You definitely didn’t say that,” she said drowsily.

“I was close, since I did all the defending,” he pointed out.

“I do believe you agreed I’m childish,” Celeste chuckled, stretched out against his body.

“What’s wrong with being childish?” he asked casually. “I’m more childish than you half the time.”

“How so?” she asked, disbelieving the statement.

He grinned. “I’m willing to be such a child to get my way.” He reached back and cupped her ass in one large hand.

“You’ve never done anything childish to get your way,” she whispered.

“Want me to start whining and crying for my way?”

“Do you ever not get your way?”

Chris contemplated, leaning forward, rubbing his hand over her a little harder. “I do get my way a lot more often lately…”

She chuckled in response. “Sorry, I’ll make sure that stops.” A quick smack on her ass at her crying out and glaring at him. She reached out and smacked him on his shoulder.

“Oh… the pain…the… humani…” He flopped back on the bed, tongue rolling out of his mouth.

“Yeah, yeah…” She leaned forward and kissed him lightly. He reacted quickly, his hand moving to the back of her head and pulling her harder into his lips, his tongue pushing through them, kissing her deeply. She could not help kissing him back just as hard, his arms wrapping around her and pulling her up and over onto his chest and stomach, holding her tightly.

Chris licked her lips lightly. “You can sleep right here.”

Celeste shifted, curling up a bit on top of him. “Think you can handle that?”

“Mmmhmmm,” he moaned against her hair. He ran a hand down her back gently. “For a while.”

“A while?”

“With you like this…” he groaned as she shifted, her breasts pushing against his chest. “One of us is going to wake up needing sex at some point.” He grinned down at her.

She chuckled and leaned her cheek against his cheek. “You’ll wake up needing it first,” she told him quietly.

“That still counts,” he told her. They both fell asleep smiling, anticipating that moment when they did awaken again.