The Gift, part deux (‘tis better to give than to receive, or is it?)

After a few moments, when we could breathe again, we rolled onto our backs and looked over at the figure in the corner. Smiling, I propped myself up on one elbow and said, in my most seductive voice, “Merry Christmas, don’t you want to join us?”

You rise slowly from the chair and walk over to the bed. We stand up and she moves behind you her arms around you, her tits pressing into your back, as she slowly unbuttons your shirt. I stand in front of you and as each button is undone I kiss the bare skin that is exposed, flicking it lightly with the tip of my tongue. She pulls your shirt off of your shoulders and moves around in front of you kissing up your shoulder and side of your neck while I lick up the other side of your neck, nibbling on your earlobe and sucking it into my mouth. She reaches your lips and the two of you begin to kiss, mouths open, lips pressed against each other. She breaks the kiss and turns to me, grasping my breast in her hand, running the pad of her thumb over my nipple. With her other hand she reaches around your back and slides it down to grab your ass. I reach my hand down and fondle your stiff cock through your jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them before moving them down your legs and throwing them on the floor. Taking your dick in my hand I barely touch the tip with my fingertip pulling a string of precum onto my fingers. I offer my finger to her and she licks it lightly with the tip of her tongue then kisses me so I can have a taste.

I stand up again and you kiss me, probing with your tongue into my mouth, searching for my response. We lead you to lie back on the bed and we kneel on either side of you. She pulls my mouth to hers and we kiss over your chest, lips apart, tongues touching, playing with one another.