Every Christmas Needs a Virgin

I didn't. After a while, I changed my angle, leaning forward so my clit could get the benefit of his pubic bone and hair. Finding my face near his, I kissed him, working my pussy all over his cock. He grabbed my ass and kneaded it, bringing a new dimension to my sensations down there. I felt my muscles tighten.

"I'm very close," I murmured, and he held me tight, thrusting into my hungry pussy.

"Come all over me," he begged.

"Are you close?"

"Yes, But I want to feel you come first. I've been wanting this so long. Please."

One final grind against him, and everything inside focused on that one singular point, then radiated outward. I fell against him and he gripped my waist as if he would never let go. His cock jerked, and then we were both riding the waves, giving and receiving the greatest gift in our turns.

A long time later, I opened my eyes to find him staring at me. I smiled, and he reached up to stroke an errant curl out of my face.

"So beautiful." His voice sounded awed. I felt grand. Seeing my silk robe crumpled on the pillow next us, I picked it and ran the fabric over his face, making him shiver before he buried his face in my hair.

"Did you like your Christmas present?" I asked. He raised his head, considering.

"Which one was my Christmas present? The robe? The thong? Or the greatest experience of my life so far?"

I giggled. "None of the above."

He frowned. "Then what was it?"

"Me."

His face cleared. "Of course. That other stuff was just the gift wrap."

"Exactly."

He nuzzled my cheek. "This was the absolute best Christmas present I ever hope to get."

"Good answer. Teacher is pleased."

"How about you? Every Christmas needs a virgin. Did you like yours?"

I ran a hand down his chest, savoring the warmth of his body. "Best virgin ever." My hand curved around his waist and I leaned in to kiss him one last time.

He pulled me to him, covering my face with little kisses, and I shrieked with glee.