Christmas Lovin' #3 (Patreon)

The two young lovers stayed locked in their embrace – their bare bodies separated only by the thin lacy fabric of Daphne’s bra. Harry inhaled Daphne’s trademark scent and his mind was filled with an indescribable emotion as he let himself drown in the feeling.


Daphne had her arms wrapped around his back and she gently caressed whatever skin she could reach. Her fingers swept over the expanse of his slightly scarred back and she forcefully shoved those painful memories out of her mind. She dragged her hands up and ran her fingers through his hair as Harry pulled back slightly and kissed her.


They continued to kiss each other as Harry gently caressed her back before his fingers took hold of her bra. Wasting no time, he unsnapped it and it remained there, hanging off her shoulders. Harry grabbed her hands gently and dropped them to her sides and with a slow pull, took the straps off her shoulders. Daphne allowed him enough room so that he could get rid of the lacy fabric and for the first time, her perky tits were exposed to his gaze.


Harry felt they were the most beautiful things he had ever seen – not extremely large but not small either – a pair of perfect handful tits, full and round, and capped with soft, pink nubs that were already so hard from all the anticipation and excitement, not to mention the arousal, that Harry could perfectly make out their curvature from where he was looking down at her.


The bra slowly fell down on the ground and down with it went Daphne, kneeling down in front of him. Her hands slowly dragged up his legs and she unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants swiftly. The zipper of his pants followed suit and as it was dragged down, she dropped his pants down on the floor.


Harry didn’t move an inch while Daphne continued to undress him, taking her time. He looked down at her and saw that she had her gaze locked on the visible tent on his boxers, the evidence of his arousal and the lust he held for her – not that it had ever been in doubt.


Daphne looked up at him with her eyes wide and open, and Harry gave her a gentle smile and a small nod. Smiling up at him, she grabbed the waistband of his boxers with shaking hands, and with her heart beating furiously, she dragged it down his ankles until they were pooled at his feet over his pants on the ground.


Her already wide eyes widened further when she gazed at his manhood – thick, veiny, and already so stiff. His chest was slightly hairy and a thin trail could be seen all the way down to just under his navel, but his pubic area was completely trimmed, with just small protrusions of hair visible.


Daphne looked up at him with a smile and he simply laughed.


“What? I like to keep myself clean down there. The hair sometimes gets all tangled up, y’know...”


“Hey, I’m not asking!” She laughed alongside him.


Feeling a lot more confident now, Daphne wrapped her hand around his length, and Harry gasped when he felt her cold hands wrap around his hot, throbbing rod for the first but certainly not the last time.


Daphne felt his cock in her palm – so obviously stiff and hard, but also smooth to her touch. Her fingers plucked at his pubic stubble for a moment before she felt herself get pulled upwards.


Her hold on his erect cock relaxed and Harry stepped out of his pants and boxers, kicking the clothes aside, and went back to softly caressing her breasts with his calloused hands. Daphne moaned when she felt him squeeze her tits gently and she hissed when he poked and prodded her nipples with his fingers. Harry lowered his mouth and took her earlobe in his mouth. He sucked the skin steadily and whispered in her ear.


“You’re overdressed, love.”


His fingers found the hook of the skirt at her hips and he quickly unclasped it. The zipper of her skirt followed suit and as it was unzipped, Harry pushed her skirt down until it stayed pooled by her feet. Daphne daintily stepped out of her skirt and Harry took her in his arms once again. Her body was only covered in black, lacy knickers that matched her bra and thigh-high stockings. Only the garter belt was missing from the complete set, but it was enough to make Harry realize that Daphne had planned for this all day long.


He squeezed her ass softly with both hands as he wrapped his arms around her. Their chests mashed together in an alluring display of intimacy and Harry pulled her in a heated kiss. There was nothing gentle about this kiss – it was full of passion and lust that the two lovers were immersed into – and as the kiss deepened, so did their arousal.


His erection was firmly pressed against her navel as they embraced each other and as Harry lifted her by her ass, Daphne wrapped her legs around his waist which caused his cock to poke against her already wet entrance.


Pulling away for a moment, Harry asked, “Where?”


“Right here, love. It’s perfect.”


Harry nodded and with a wave of his hand, the furniture was swept aside. He transfigured the loveseat nearby into a bed and with Daphne still wrapped in his embrace, walked over until he had her lying on her back.


Daphne had her legs still wrapped around his waist and Harry hovered over her as they continued to kiss each other. He pulled his hands away from her ass and cupped her cheek with his left. His right hand continued to caress her sides sensuously as he slowly dragged it upwards until he reached her tits.


She let out a throaty moan into their kiss when she felt him squeeze her left breast firmly. Harry squeezed and groped her to his heart’s content – alternating his hands and her tits until he had both his hands squeezing her tits.


Her hands were running through his hair and across his back and Daphne felt him suck her tongue harshly. She moaned loudly when he softly pinched her nipples and Harry broke their kiss. Dazed, she could only hiss and moan as Harry started attacking her neck in a flurry of open-mouthed kisses and sucked the sensitive skin of her neck, slowly descending down to her collarbone. He kissed and sucked at the skin before his lips descended down over the creamy expanse of her cleavage.


Harry wasted no time and with a grin to Daphne, he buried his face between her tits. Daphne fisted his hair and caressed his head as he continued to kiss and suck the exposed skin of her breasts.


Harry pulled back after a moment and looked down at her. Daphne had her eyes locked on his, her mouth open and her breasts heaving as she laid there on the bed. His gaze trailed down her body and he once again marveled at the view of her exposed tits that had been feasted on by him only moments ago. The creamy skin was streaked with his saliva and there was a slight redness to it. Harry gave her a smile which was returned and Daphne lifted herself up on her elbows which did wonderful things to her generous assets.


Giving her a sweet kiss, Harry scooted back slightly and with a tender look in his eyes, hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her lacy knickers. Keeping their gaze locked, he slowly dragged his arms back, pulling her knickers away and over her knees before dragging them down her ankles and off her feet. He looked at it for a moment before looking back at Daphne.


Daphne moaned when she looked at Harry – he kept his eyes locked with hers and slowly sniffed her wet knickers. A moment later he pulled back and stowed it aside, and only then did he take in the entirety of her.


Harry’s eyes roamed over her prone figure lying right there on the bed. He gazed at her stocking-clad feet and trailed his heated gaze over the entire length of her legs before he finally took in the sacred place between her legs.


He was mesmerized. Never before had he seen a sight so alluring – her pretty, pink lips shining slick with her arousal and as his gaze shifted slightly upwards, Harry was rewarded with the glorious sight of her almost shaven mound; his breath hitched when he saw the nicely trimmed bolt of lightning adorning her creamy skin right over her clit.


Daphne noticed his gaze and flushed when he looked her in the eyes with a mischievous grin.


“Yeah so? I wanted to.” She muttered with a huff as he chuckled.


“Trust me, love, I’m flattered,” he said softly as he looked at her flat stomach and dragged his eyes upwards to rest his gaze on her lovely tits. He stood there on his knees and kept his eyes locked on the twin mounds of perfection – still red from his ministrations a few minutes ago, before he gazed at her smiling face. Anyone else might have pointed out her imperfections in a bout of tactlessness, but in his eyes, she was more beautiful and even more perfect than any goddess.


With his voice full of love and tenderness that he held for her, he looked her in the eyes and whispered, “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”


Daphne flushed, her face and neck undeniably red as she failed to form any coherent response. Her breath quickened as did her heartbeat before she whispered out a small “Thank you”.


*****


While Harry was exploring her body, Daphne didn’t stay idle – her own eyes took in every aspect of her love’s body. She took in his well-defined thighs that were visible as he was standing on his knees and trailed her eyes to the contours of his hips, to his athletic frame – his round shoulders and broad chest, until she reached his clean-shaven face. His dark hair was wild and untamed like always, and even now she longed to run her fingers through it.


He stood there, looking picture perfect in her eyes. Without any regard to what anyone else might say or think, he looked nothing less than a living, breathing Greek god.


Her eyes dropped back to his erect manhood, and she felt her breath get caught in her throat when she once again realized that it was for her. She also felt a certain sense of triumph when she realized how much effect she had on him. Casting her misgivings aside, she reached out and wrapped her fingers around his cock, her fingers caressing his skin and feeling the hardness underneath.


Harry’s breath hitched when he felt Daphne gently fondle his cock – his arousal escalating, and he released a breath when he saw as well as felt her drop her hand down to palm his ballsack.


Daphne fondled his balls, fascinated, and as she continued to roll his nuts softly around, she could feel herself getting even wetter, and her lust mounted as she throbbed with sexual desire.


Harry could see the desire apparent in her eyes and he felt himself lean forward. Daphne looked up into his eyes and she gradually leaned back as Harry continued to lean forward until she was lying flat against the bed, her hands at her sides as Harry hovered over her.


They continued to look each other in the eyes for what felt like a very long moment before Harry planted his lips over hers. Daphne welcomed him with open arms, literally, as she wrapped her arms around his back, her palms coming to rest on his shoulders as they continued to kiss one another.


Harry pulled at her lower lip and sucked, and Daphne moaned when she felt him stretch her lips. His arms supported his body as he hovered over her, and Harry could feel her soft tits gently press up against his chest. The feeling was indescribable; he had imagined how it would feel having her pressed up so intimately against him, but the reality was far beyond what he could have possibly fathomed.


Harry dropped himself even lower and mashed her full tits against his chest, feeling her up completely as they continued to kiss. Daphne moaned into his mouth when he did so, as it had the added bonus of his throbbing cock vehemently poking against her slick entrance.


“Shh...” Harry whispered against her lips as he pulled back slightly, and Daphne looked him in the eyes, her own eyes wide as she inaudibly beckoned him to go further.


“All in due time, my love...” He murmured against her lips as he kissed her again.


“For now, simply lay back and enjoy...” He whispered and Daphne released her hold behind his back as he descended down her body, her arousal running unbidden through her in anticipation of what was to come.


*****


To be continued...