True Love Ch. 09

"Merry Christmas Alex."

"It's not Christmas yet." I grunted and shifted under the covers. I was awake, but didn't want to be. I was trying my best to be a grouch early, like most mornings, but I knew that my mood wouldn't last long. Sam, being her usual bubbly self, had a gift for bringing me out of my shell early in the morning. "Christmas is a week away Sam."

"Haven't you heard of the twelve days of Christmas?" Sam was sitting on top of me and the covers. She was wearing nothing but a white tank top and a pair of Christmas themed panties. "It's only two days away, and besides, we have that party to go to tonight. So get in the Christmas spirit Scrooge." All I saw was Sam's grin bearing down on me. It was the grin she wore when she knew she had won. It was so endearing and genuine that I couldn't help but relent.

"Merry Christmas Sam." I grumbled the early celebration at her and returned the grin. As much as I wanted to keep up my grumpiness, it was impossible. "So what's the plan today my love?" I asked off handedly while wiping the sleep from my eyes.

"Mmm, I love that deep voice you have in the morning." She ground her hips into mine for emphasis. "Anyway, I thought maybe we could fool around a little and then do some shopping together before going to the party. Does that sound good?"

Her proposal for sex came off so casual as if she was ordering something from a menu or talking about the weather. I almost didn't catch it at first. I wanted to say something, maybe try to argue against her abruptness but I knew that it wasn't an absurd request. It was actually how most of our mornings started. So I didn't answer directly. I just leaned forward on my elbow and pulled her head towards my own and kissed her. The kiss was soft, opening, inviting. Her lips pressed against mine and parted slightly. She planted small wet kisses on my lips. My eyes closed, letting my other senses feel the moment. She tasted minty, like her toothpaste. I could smell the berry shampoo scent on her hair mixed with the new aroma of her sandalwood body wash. She had just showered. I weaved my hands through her hair. It was like silk as it laced in between each of my fingers.

Her hands roamed across my bare chest. She was playing with my nipples, pinching them lightly with her French tips. I bit her lip lightly with each new pinch. She liked to mess with my nipples when she wanted to feel dominant. She never pinched too hard, just enough to let me know her intentions. Each nip on her bottom lip let her know the message was received. Her hips started to grind aggressively into me through the covers. The thin layer of fabric weren't enough to stop me from feeling the growth inside of her panties.

"Darling." She paused in between kisses, never truly breaking the embrace. "Can I fuck you today?" I opened my eyes and saw the need in her eyes. Her eyes pleaded with me to let her be the dominant one. It was an uncommon request, but a welcome one.

"Sam, you never have to ask. Of course you can, how do you want me love?"

"God, that is possibly the sexiest thing you've ever said." She started to pull her shirt off, exposing her perky breasts. My mouth watered thinking of licking her beautiful nipples.

"I'm pretty sure I've said that before." Sam pulled herself off of me and laid back in the bed to pull her panties off, but I stopped her before she could pull them down. "Let me."

She moaned her approval as I tossed the covers off both of us and straddled her thighs. I kissed at her nipples, feeling them harden in my mouth with each wet kiss. I glanced up before continuing and saw her with her hands behind her head, eyes appreciating the view.

My eyes did the same, savoring every inch that I saw as I trailed down her body. Her body was as firm and toned as ever. Her skin was silky smooth. I could taste the subtle flavor of her lotion as I trailed my lips over her flesh. I felt each of her defined muscles quiver as I kissed the tight tanned skin. I felt her dick pulse against my chest as I got closer and closer to the top of her panties. Her abdominals flexed wildly as I let my breath tease right above her mound. I stopped myself and brought my face within inches of the only fabric remaining on her body. I inhaled deeply and let the subtle musk penetrate my senses. It was intoxicating. I could see the prominent bulge sticking out, making the red and white striped pattern distort slightly. My fingers were grasped firmly around the green elastic band and I fought every urge to pull down and shove her into my mouth. I needed to draw out the suspense.

"You smell so wonderful." I pressed my cheek into her hardness and rubbed along the length. "Do you want me to suck your beautiful dick darling? Do you want me to get it all wet so you can stick it up my tight ass?"

She was no longer idly sitting back. She was playing with her erect nipples with one hand and biting the knuckle of her other one. I could see that my questions had snapped her out of a trance. It took her a moment to answer, but she did so by staring deeply into my eyes. The look had been shared between us for years now. It was a form of silent communication that only deep personal friends shared. I knew what she wanted. My words, spoken out loud, only an affirmation that I knew what was drifting through her head.

I held her gaze and let my mouth open to suck at the tip through her panties. Her pre had soaked into the cotton leaving a small damp spot on the surface. Her hips were gyrating in a small circle in a futile attempt at feeling more from my mouth. I hummed in amusement, bringing out more delightfully frustrated moans from her.

I could see the need in her face. She was silently screaming at me. It had long become a game between us to see who would give in first. A game to see who could be pushed to the edge and either beg for release, or in my case pull down her panties and give in to my yearning desire to have her fill my mouth. If I had to guess the score of our little game I'd say we were nearly tied, but today she won. I couldn't take it anymore and in one swift motion she was exposed. Her dick sprung out and off of her hip. The towering beauty danced in the air as her legs shifted beneath me in an effort to remove her undergarment completely. I was mesmerized by the sight, as I always was. The pink tip shone with a mixture of spit and pre-cum. My hands held firmly against her flexing hips as my head weaved in the air and caught her with my lips.

She tasted sweet, as always. Her thick cock head filled my entire mouth and I could taste each drop of pre-cum as it dripped onto my tongue. I could hear her softly chuckle to herself before stating happily that she had won. I ignored the playful jab and slowly let her drift further back into my throat. Despite being together for over a year now, it was still difficult not to choke on her size every now and then. I gagged a couple of times, forcing a generous amount of spit to spill out of my mouth and down her shaft. I used my hand to rub it up and down her length, letting the excess pool on her ample balls. Each deep thrust soaked my chin in my own drool, making a mess of my entire face. I knew the sloppier I was, the more turned on Sam would get. She relished each noise of struggle that came from my mouth around her cock.

Her hands gripped the back of my head, heels resting on my back. She started fucking my face and I couldn't fight back the hacking coughs. She was brutal, but I liked it and she knew it. Tears ran down my cheeks and just added to mix of fluids on my face. Each time her massive dick broke through my throat I would gag up more saliva. Satisfied with her slickness, she let me go and my head flew back and into the air. I could feel everything drip down and off of my face. Sam's expression of amusement and lust told me that I must have looked absolutely wrecked.

"You like that sweetie? Look how slick you got me." Her dick looked similar to what my face must have looked like. It looked beautiful, dripping with my spit. "You did such a good job. Come here love." She bent a finger and beckoned me towards her for a kiss. Her kiss opened me deeply. Her tongue searched my mouth for any remnants of her taste on my tongue. "Well aren't you delicious?" I wasn't sure if she was referring to my mouth or not. "Here, let me clean you up a bit." She took the corner of the blanket and started wiping most of the mess off of my face. "There, better?" She looked me over as if appraising a piece of art.

"I think you missed a few spots. I still feel..." I paused trying to think of the right word. "Dirty."

"That's just perfect then." She gave me her most lustful grin and cradled my face. "Would my dirty man please get on top me and ride his girlfriend's big dick?"

The request, as it was voiced, sounded so sweet I couldn't help but to comply right away with the sense of urgency that was implied. I planted my feet on either side of her hips and squatted down. I gripped her by the base and lined her up with my hole. She was still slick and I took a minute to run it back and forth across my hole, preparing myself.

There was only a moment of pain as she entered me. That initial moment of displeasure was always the worst for me, but was immediately replaced by the wondrous feeling that only she could provide me. Her size sank into me and fit perfectly inside the space she had made her own. I paused for a moment when I felt my cheeks press against her balls. I let my ass sit there, testing her resolve to not move. I starting a slow grind, our signal that we were ready, and readied myself for what was coming.

Before the first thrust rocked me forward I saw her mouth out the words 'I love you.' I wanted to say it back, but she didn't let me. Her hips went from zero to sixty and I had to clamp my mouth shut to keep myself from screaming out loud enough to be heard by the whole dorm. Biting my lip was the only thing I could do to keep myself from shouting out. She was so strong. Each slam into my ass was pronounced by the sound of her balls slapping against my cheeks. She grunted beneath me, emphasizing each heavy thrust.

The powerful pounding only lasted a couple minutes before she slowed to a reasonable pace. She loved to make love for hours without cumming. She was constantly edging herself, getting right to the point of finishing before backing off. When she wasn't humping the breath right out of me she would either pull me into a kiss or explore my body with her hands. She would trace my muscles, pinch my nipples, play with my ass cheeks, or tease my dick in an effort to bring me as close as possible to cumming without me actually doing so. It took months of practice to get our bodies in tune with each other, but now every time we were together was a long tantric experience. When she felt all she wanted from one position she would switch us around, never removing herself from me.

She switched me onto my side, my personal favorite receiving position, and started her slow thrusts once again. Despite not being able to see her, it was the most comforting. I could feel her breasts press into my back and her kisses on my neck. She would run her nose through my hair and whisper sweet nothings into my ear. She wouldn't slam into me in this position. She would be gentle and loving. It was a small moment of peace in a world of chaos. She let her hips move from side to side, gently spreading me open. Sam would stroke my chest and caress my face.

Over the next couple of hours I would be switched from on my side, to being face down, to doggystyle, to standing, to missionary. Time didn't matter when I was with her. It was rare to get moments together like this where neither of us had anything to do. There was nothing better than this, being subject to her needs. Each moment had been burned into my memory and played through my head each time we made love.

After a particularly intense round of doggystyle I found myself back in missionary and I could see the strain spread across her face. She was fighting back the urge to cum with every slow thrust. I had to admit that it was becoming difficult for me as well and I stroked her cheek.

"It's okay Sam." My voice strained to speak. "Just let go."

"Promise to cum with me?" Her breathing was labored and each word took a significant amount of effort to speak.

"Always love."

"I'm..." It only took two more strokes and I could feel her grow inside of me. Feeling her sizeable cock swell pushed me over the edge. "Cumming..." Shot after shot of my own cum splashed across my stomach. Each one was timed out with what I felt shoot inside of my ass. Sam held onto me so strongly that I thought she would never let go. She gripped me so tight that I thought her hands would permanently mold to my hips. I wasn't sure if she was still cumming, but I felt her distinct pulsing continue for several moments after I had finished covering my body.

"That was fantastic!" She collapsed on top of me. "We haven't been able to do that for a while." I just nuzzled against her neck, trying to catch my own breath. "What time is it sweetie? I can't even move to look." It was hard to move myself, but I turned my head and saw the clock.

"Almost eleven."

"I think that's a record." She mumbled, speaking to herself. "Are you able to move and grab us some water from the mini-fridge?"

"I think I'll be lucky to be able to move by Christmas." I couldn't help but laugh. It was a hearty laugh that we both shared for a moment before I attempted to get up. Twisting my upper body was actually quite easy, but when I went to move my legs I found the dead weight of a particularly exhausted woman impossible to move. A feat made even more difficult after I realized that she was still hard inside of me.

"How in the world are you still hard?" I was now trying to push her backwards, up, and out of me, but her hips simply weren't moving.

"What can I say, you're hot and that ass is just too good to leave." She spoke with her face buried into the pillow, lacking the energy to lift her head an inch.

"Ha Ha..." I mocked laughter as I continued to struggle underneath her. "When you're done being cute I'd appreciate some help." I pushed again, but it was hopeless.

"Well I guess we're stuck, cause I'm never going to stop being cute." She didn't even try and move. She just laid on top of me and laughed. Each deep chuckle would send a pulse through her dick, reminding me of her still erect cock. I had to admit that it was hard not to find the situation funny. Here I was, speared by my girlfriend, both too exhausted to move, and with her saying smartass remarks into the pillow.

After a few minutes of maneuvering, failing, struggling, and more failing, she finally popped out of me. She was still hard and covered in cum. I could feel her hot sticky rod pulsing against my thigh before I was able to pull out from under her and collapse on the floor. Despite feeling like jelly, my legs were able to function still and I got us our waters. When I turned around to give Sam hers, I saw her sitting against the headboard with that grin painting her face.

"I guess I could move after all. Thanks for the water sweetie." All she did was beam at me. I huffed and pulled myself into the bed. It was hard to be mad at her. I opened the bottle and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

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It took a little while to actually get moving. In spite of the pain, once I was up, I found it was fairly easy to get myself ready. A quick shower felt like heaven on my body. The usual aches, pains, and problems associated with being the boyfriend of Samantha Summers were nothing new to me now. I cleaned myself inside and out before quickly getting dressed. I pulled myself into a decent pair of thick jeans, no holes in them, and layered up in a fleece shirt before throwing on my warmest jacket. I pulled my college letterman around my arms and waited for Sam.

I knew Sam would take her time getting washed up and getting ready. I took the time I had to get some studying in. Sam had made it very clear that I had to be well rounded in all aspects of my life if I wanted to be successful, talent would only bring me so far. I had to be in the constant hunt to improve myself. When I wasn't studying for class, I was building myself as a person. Sam started getting me ready for interviews. She knew some people in the journalism classes and we would practice unofficial interviews, going as far as to watch countless clips of old baseball ones. With work at the diner, class, baseball, and the considerable time in the gym everything just seemed to be piling up. I felt stressed. I could feel it building in me now as I was reading a textbook that I could care less about. I wanted to scream. I kept my rage inside myself. I clutched the desk, digging my fingers into the wood surface. Just when my thoughts became too much to handle, there was Sam.

Her arms wrapped around my shoulders. Her fresh washed scent fell like a wave on top of me. It was like she could sense my stress. She surrounded me and just like that my anxiety disappeared. She kept me sane. She kept me grounded. Sam was the only person that made it all piece together in an understandable way. All of a sudden each small stressor was just that, small and miniscule. My little problems were manageable.

"Shhhh, it's okay Alex. I'm here." Her voice was soothing in my head. "Just relax. Close your eyes. Breathe. It's all alright." She pulled the side of my head into her naked chest. Her heartbeat calmed my nerves. My breathing, which had accelerated, started to slow. "You can't let all this get to you. Take a break love, why don't you change the sheets. Distract yourself and I'll be back out in a moment."

"Thank you Sam. Thank you so much." I could feel myself shake with vulnerability.

"I'm always here for you." She cradled my head in her arms. "Come on." She pulled off and patted my chest from behind. "Get up and change those sheets. Then we can go shopping." Her voice was sweet and nurturing.

I took one last look at her toned rear before she shut the door to the bathroom. The aftermath of the morning was painted across the bed and I could see why she wanted me to clean up. It didn't take long to pull the old ones off and throw the fresh ones we had onto the bed. With the spare time I started cleaning up the room, letting the stressful thoughts flow away from my mind. I distracted myself.

Doing chores and menial tasks was the best cure we had found, so far, for my panic attacks. The first time it happened it frightened me. I started getting anxiety episodes all the way back in high school. They would be minor little spells where I would worry over the tiniest little detail, but after my first season of baseball in college they started to get worse. I would start to hyperventilate. I would sweat and scream and lash out at myself. I would ball up in panic.

I didn't tell anybody, but the pressure of letting people down haunted me. I played a sport where even the greatest players in history failed two out of three times. I felt the eyes of everyone watching me for every at bat. When I got drafted I knew that someday I might be playing on national television. If I got to that point in my career it was inevitable that I would strikeout in front of everyone. Everyone would see my failure and that frightened me.

When my head is clear, like it is now, all those thoughts seem so trivial, so silly. Unfortunately, these thoughts still hit me from time to time and I can't do anything but panic. Sam had seen far worse cases during her interning, but when it happened to me and she saw the look in my eyes it hit her too. She was the first person to see me fighting through one, and from day one she knew what to do. She was able to bring me back to Earth.