The Gift of Pleasure: A Strap-On Story

“Merry Christmas my love," I say to Christi, who's rolling over to face me in bed.

It's our first Christmas together in the gorgeous new house and for the first time, we have nowhere to be. Both of our families are away for the holidays and we couldn't be more excited to spend the day with just each other. A blissful, leisurely morning, followed by present exchanging and hopefully, if Christi likes one of my presents, a thrilling, adventurous new experience.

We spent the morning making a delicious breakfast and singing our favourite Christmas songs. I couldn't help but notice how utterly stunning she looked in her delicate lacy red slip dress, and thoughts of how much better she would look with it off were never far away.

"More eggs, Ella?" she asks.

"No, I'm all good for now, let's open our presents!" I respond eagerly.

As we get through our presents, I can’t stop thinking about the one I’ve secretly hidden away. We've been together for five years but somehow, we’ve never tried spicing things up with sex toys. The thought of being able to penetrate her in a completely new and thrilling way gets me so wet I can’t contain my excitement.

“Christi, before we open the rest of the presents, I have another one that I want to give you first.”

I run into our cluttered spare room, dive into the cupboard to find the extra-special present for her, but can’t find it anywhere. I throw everything out of the closet, pull out the bureau’s overstuffed drawers full of spare clothes, get on my knees to sift through a sea of extension cords and suitcases, but no luck — the gift is gone.

“Ella, is this what you’re looking for?” Turning around to find Christi standing above me, I see her slip dress on the floor next to us, with the double rider strap-on I had bought last week in her hand.

“How did you…when did you…?”

Christi smiles as my stunned stuttering fades. “I used up the last of the wrapping paper so I came looking for some more in the cupboard last week. The picture on the front of the box made it kinda hard to miss this. Is it for me?” she asks with her signature playful smirk curving one side of her lips up, her eyes glinting with mischief.

“I wasn’t sure how you would react.”

Christi pulls me up off of the floor and guides me through to our bedroom. I’ve only just noticed the wrapped pillow waiting on my pillow before I feel her free hand on my shoulder, spinning me around to face her before planting her hand on my chest, firmly pushing me backwards onto the bed. As I sink into the soft mattress, her lips meet mine in a gentle yet electrifying kiss, and she starts to move down my neck onto my chest. I gasp for air and try to come to terms with how dominant she’s being with me, and how hot it is that we both had the idea of making this Christmas an extra-memorable one. As she brings her legs over me, I can feel how wet this is making her through her slip, like she’s not wearing panties, and it’s making me start to drip into my red lace thong.

My hands cup the backs of her thighs, slowly moving up towards her round cheeks, but I feel her hand stop me. “Uh-uh-uh, not yet”, she says. “You need to open your present first, Ella.”

She pulls me straight up and hands me the present. It’s wrapped in plain white butcher’s paper decorated with Christi’s kiss marks in deep red lipstick, scattered like love notes across the paper, and topped with a perfect green bow.

I’m never buying wrapping paper for us ever again.

My fingers tremble with excitement as I tear the paper away. To my surprise, it’s another vibrating double-ended strap-on. I look up at her, holding my double rider strap-on, and I can’t help but let out a quiet giggle. She presses a finger to my lips, her eyes sparkling with a mix of command and playfulness, and tells me to be quiet.

We’ve never been this playful with each other before. It’s a Christmas miracle.

She pushes me back down with her body over me and moves up to sit on my face, her perfect lips pressing against mine, tasting sweeter than I could have imagined. I turn on the strap-on Christi gifted me and use the shorter end on my clit for a bit to get warmed up while I let her ride my face.

When I’m ready, I turn off the strap and push Christi off me so I can start working my way down her body with my mouth. Her soft moans fill the room as she arches her back, her skin reacting to my touch, goosebumps rising beneath my lips. I reach her perfect pussy, wet and ready for more. I continue to tease her, moving down to kiss her thighs and tracing circles around her perfect lips. My plan works perfectly, because before long…

“Put it in already!” Christi begs, her voice a mix of desperation and excitement.

“Your wish is my command,” I reply, grabbing the strap-on again. Christi catches my hand, taking control as she guides the shorter end as deep as it will go inside me. Her boldness sends a rush through me. I bring Christi up on all fours and crawl behind her, sliding the longer end of the strap-on deep inside her. She lets out a moan so intoxicating it sends a shiver down my spine — I can feel my own arousal heightening, the anticipation nearly unbearable. We find our rhythm effortlessly, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony, each motion building the pleasure higher and higher.

Why hadn’t we tried this earlier? Best. Christmas. Ever.

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