With my lips parted, Chloe deepened our kiss. Her tongue took liberties with my mouth as I she pushed her body into mine. I slid my hands to the small of her back and pulled her close. I loved the feel of her breasts as they pressed against my chest.
Chloe pulled away and looked me in my eyes.
“You’ll be gentle?” she asked.
“Yes,” I promised.
“I’m just nervous because of your size,” she explained.
“I’ve never found it to be a problem,” I assured her.
Chloe looked serious and nodded as she kissed me again. Her soft moan caused Mr. Happy to try to wrench control of my body away from the big brain. My worry was that with him in control, I might not be able to keep my promise to be gentle. What was the phrase in the UK? Chloe was built for sport?
Our tongues met in an urgent and all-consuming need for each other. She ran her fingers through my hair, and I instinctively pushed my hips forward. I was sure Chloe felt my desire against her stomach.
Finally, I asserted myself and pushed her shoulders down to give her the idea. She willingly dropped to her knees and pulled my swimsuit down to release my member. Chloe grasped my length in her fist and gave me a good looking-at. Then she went from zero to sixty in the blink of an eye. I think she tried to engulf me whole on the first try. It didn’t help that my hips had a mind of their own and snapped forward. For a second, I thought Chloe might lose her lunch when she gagged.
I fully expected her to chastise me.
“That was a total rubbish effort. I’ve never failed to do that before,” she said and looked determined.
“You’ve done that a lot?” I asked.
“Loads. If I could give good oral, it kept the blokes from trying to get into my knickers. They really couldn’t bloody well complain if they’d gotten their end off, now could they?” Chloe explained.
I was on board with her mission. When Brook came back in, she watched for a minute and then looked at me.
“Best Christmas ever!” I said and high-fived her.
“Dork,” she called me, and then gave me a searing kiss.
There would be no forgetting who my girlfriend was.
“I think I might need some help,” Chloe whined.
“Not likely. That thing will kill you. There are better uses for it,” Brook advised.
What the hell? Why ruin a girl’s dreams, I wondered. That, and I was enjoying the hell out of Chloe’s attempts to swallow me whole.
Chloe relented, stood back up, and pulled me close to kiss me again. I was rewarded with the incredible sensation of the crush of our torsos, her soft breasts pressed into my chest. I was ready for this to go to the next level.
“Let’s get into bed,” I suggested.
Brook was already lying on her side, watching us with a little grin. She squeaked when I pounced on her, and she found herself under me as I kissed her neck. Chloe joined us, and while I teased my girlfriend with kisses, I reached over and ran my hands up Chloe’s hips and side until I could cup her breast. I ran my thumb over her nipple as it became stiff.
I rolled off Brook and soon had Chloe under me. Brook followed, and while I kissed Chloe, she began to suck on Chloe’s nipple. I worked my way down and kissed the vee in her neck. Chloe moaned when both Brook and I had her breasts in our mouths. Brook had snaked her hand down between us and found Chloe’s sex.
Chloe became an active participant and pushed me to the side so she could explore my body. She kissed my chest and got a close-up view.
“Bloody hell,” Chloe muttered. “You’re gorgeous. I would never have hoped for someone like you in my bed.”
She reached down and grasped Mr. Happy. I had to admit he did look impressive in her small hand as she began to give him an experimental tug. While she did that, I admired her amazing breasts. I estimated they were about the same size as Brook’s, but they looked larger on her smaller frame.
“Go put a condom on,” Brook ordered.
I wasn’t about to say no to that. I hopped out of bed and grabbed the box. While I struggled to rip it open, I watched as Brook cupped Chloe’s breasts, lifted them, and placed a hot kiss in her cleavage. Chloe let her head fall back and gave out a moan of pleasure. Brook slowly worked Chloe into a state of blatant arousal. I gave my girlfriend high marks on her technique. Maybe it was true that it took one girl to get another going. At least, that was what Adrienne tried to make me believe.
While Brook worshiped her breasts, I knee-walked in between Chloe’s spread thighs. I reached down and found she was more than ready. I put my mushroom head against her button and ran it up and down her sex.
“Hang on, I want to watch this,” Brook said as she rolled to the side.
“I’m not sure I can handle this,” Chloe worried.
Before she could overthink the matter, I pushed forward and felt her envelop my member. Oh, my goodness, she was snug.
“I think you’re going to split my fanny,” Chloe complained. “You bloody well could make a living as a rent boy.”
