Euer Arschloch [A Tom Kaulitz Christmas Lemon Sequel to You're A Dead Fit]

For the first time in many years, I'm actually home for Christmas. Usually, I'd be at parties in other parts of Germany but now (record labels, new clubs, old clubs, David's apartment), I'm actually in Loitsche with my family. Mami and Gordon are as happy as ever. This party was their idea, and this time I was forced to come home. I thought, why not? It's been a while since I've actually had my oma's good old Kletzenbrot.

It's been at least eight months so far since I've met Ashlee. She's still as innocent as ever. We've done a couple of things, but we've never gone that far. Waiting has never been so sweet.

Here I stand, helping myself to some Gluehwein (some citrusy cinnamon apple tea). Alone. Ashlee was out there, talking to Uncle Stefan and his wife who was a Spanish. Ashlee was so spontaneous. The people around were close aunts, uncles and cousins. There were no more than twenty in the house. Mami had a few friends over and Gordon invited this one kid at his music school who was a huge fan of the band. Bill and I were disallowed to invite company people, which includes our entourage. At first, we were a bit peeved, but we got over it because hey, there's nothing like family.

When I brought Ashlee over, my mother was surprised. I had never brought a girl home. Ever. As I was thinking about this, I was just thinking about the dinner I had a while ago at the long dining table that sat everyone there.

"Eat up, Ashlee!" My oma had said to my girlfriend in German. "Before the Dickbauch demon gets you at night."

I covered my face with a hand and shook my head, smiling. Oma did not just...okay, she did. I could hear mami and the aunts and her friends laughing.

It was responded to in English. "The Dickbauch at night?" Ashlee stifled a little grin, though I knew she was a bit embarrassed because she had no idea what just happened. She looked at me, her official translator. "What does that mean? It was all I caught."

"Tom," Oma gave me a look. I had to translate that. Everyone there knew a bit of English, except oma. She could hear, but not speak nor write. But she's a darling.

I cleared my throat and looked at my lady. "Traditionally, we call Christmas Eve as Dickbauch. Which means 'fat stomach.' They say if you don't finish your food, a devil will find you at night."

"A devil?" Ashlee said, and everyone gave her grins and chuckles. It was a pretty sight to see how she accepted my family's randomness without any problem. Her brown eyes laid on mine. In her best German, she tried, "But I don't want a fat stomach."

The inner tease in me came out once again. Even in front of my family. I couldn't help it. I just blurted it out. "I'll help you get a fat stomach next time if you want," I said, passing her a slightly wry look. And then, I felt all eyes on me. Ashlee raised her eyebrows.

Bill snorted. "Save the kink for the bedroom, please," he reminded us. Ashlee was still as composed as ever. Was I losing my touch? I remembered when she used to shiver at every little thing I said.

My oma frowned and prodded Bill's hand with her fork. I almost laughed. "And save your dirt for the rubbish bin, Mecki," she said. Bill wrinkled his nose and made a face before continuing on his mashed potatoes.

Ashlee smirked at me and then at oma, and she picked up the goose drum with her fingers, ravishing it in the neatest possible way. The way her teeth ripped at its flesh and her tongue licking the gravy off her plump lips. It was making me feel queasy. Never was I so turned on watching someone eat.

My reminiscence was cut off by an abrupt pair of lips pressed against my cheek from someone behind me. I could recognize by the kiss that it was the one and only person who was my own personal Jessica Alba. Maybe even better. I turned to pass her a little smirk, grabbing her by the waist as soon as I put my wine bottle down.

"I was thinking about the Dickbauch," she said suddenly, leaning her head against my chest. I was a bit surprised.

"Why?" I asked, curious. I rubbed her back up and down as she played with a few of my dreadlocks.

Ashlee smiled. "I'm just wondering if the devil would really come tonight, because I didn't finish my Reisbrei. Sorry, I'm not a porridge person."

Was she kidding? At least, I thought she meant it until I saw her eyes. They were twinkling with so much childish wonder. And her smirk said it all. "I don't know," I said, smiling down on her. "So you don't have a fat stomach?" I asked teasingly, proceeding to rub her stomach with my hand. "Oh, that feels like a bump..." I jokingly leaned down to put my ears to her stomach, pretending to hear things.

Ashlee rolled her eyes and pulled my wandering hand back to her waist, my face back to her eye level. Oh, how I love it when she tells me what to do. "Are you mocking me, Tom Kaulitz?" She asked.

My eyes widened slightly, shocked by her sudden tone that was so serious. Her umber eyes were burning, and in it, I caught the reflection of the fireplace behind us. "No," I choked. "Why?" I stroked her cheeks, trying to ease her.

"You know I love babies like I love you, and yet I'm not about to have one yet. And you're telling me I'm pregnant?" She pouted. I laughed and pressed my lips against hers, immediately thrusting my tongue in. She obliged without hesitation, and her hands rode up my oversized Karl Yani sweater.

After a while, and when Bill passed us by with a low whistle, we pulled back. I looked at Ashlee. "What do you think about getting pregnant?" I asked her, a little charming smile on my face.

Her face remained the same, the pout making a comeback. I grinned and licked her lips gently, begging for entrance once again. She turned away. "Now, I'd rather the devil come get me than be humiliated by you."

"But the devil could make fun of you, too," I stifled a smile as I kissed her cheeks. And then came the lusty look from her. Oh, screw everyone else. I could just have her there and then. I bit my down on my lip ring as I eyed her, and her fingers traced my jawline lovingly.

"I have a present for you," she said, pulling me upstairs. I brought Gluehwein up with me and she brought her bag with her, and I knew that she had brought the gift she bought for me along from America. I was excited, but mentally and physically.

I led her to my old room that was being used by one of Gordon's friends for tonight, but I didn't care. "What is it?" I asked as soon as she locked the door. Wordlessly, she went to the bathroom and locked herself in, doing whatever. I hummed O Tannenbaum to myself and drank my tea while waiting, obviously in the Christmas spirit.

After a while, I took of my cap, my locks in my sweatband. She loved it that way. Suddenly, the bathroom door clicked open and out came out— "Santa's on sick leave," Ashlee smirked, throwing me my present wrapped in plain red. My eyes were fixated on her. Oh, Ashlee!

Her skirt was so short I could almost see her firm ass. She was just so damn curvaceously dangerous; it should be a crime for her to walk around like that even in my own room. Her Santa cap and fine leather boots. Aw, shucks. She defines hot all over again like that.

My breathing system was clogged up, and I could hardly breath. Ashlee... She looked spanking, and I could feel myself rising. "Hallo, Mrs. Claus," I took a deep breath as I was being pushed back onto my super single bed. Ashlee in red; it has never looked so good. And with her glasses. Sexy librarian, much? She was unbelievably scrumptious, and I couldn't believe she was all dressed up for the occasion!

My hands were shaking when I opened my gift, and there was a black leather something. I pulled it out and blinked a couple of times at it. "Santa wouldn't lend me his reindeers, so..." she pouted, closing in on me until her knees reached my bed, pinning me down as she got over me slowly. I could feel my dick hardening. It was crazy. It was so fast and I could hardly see myself anywhere but right here in my childhood room with Mrs. Claus.

"I think I could use a bit of action," I smirked back. One, I was utterly amazed by my swift comeback. Two, she was pulling off my t-shirt. Three, what are we doing?!

Ashlee grinned, pressing down on my crotch. It was bulging, all right. "Tom the reindeer," she said, running her hand up and down my chest. "A tryst with Mrs. Claus?"

I positively shivered. "That is all I want for Christmas," I smiled, eyes following her finger trails down to my jeans zipper. Her other hand reached for the leather thing she gave me and she put it around my neck.

"Ah," she smiled contentedly as she lowered her face down to mine. I tried but failed to bit her lip. "You're really not for those kind of bling, are you?" She licked the side of my cheek thick and dry. "I hope you don't mind if Mrs. Claus is being all slow. She has no experience whatsoever. It's her first time riding."

"Flying," I corrected her. "And you will be guiding, too," I added, smirking and running my carefree hands over her tight butt, groping them hard and earning a squeak from her. "Trust me, it will be magical."

Ashlee laughed and bit on her lower lip and I smoothed her cheeks with the back of my hand.

"Baby," I said softly as I stared into her eyes. "You look so hot." So sue me, I'm a German with limited vocabulary but hot is the best word to describe her. Flaming? Now, how do I saw that in English? My mind still works in German.

"Dankeschön," she beamed, nuzzling her nose on mine. "And you're the cutest reindeer I've ever seen. The only one I'd do, in fact." And she bounced on my bulge a few times. Her eyes widened at me and her lips curled into an 'O', and I guess she felt my little erection. Her little laugh that followed turned me on even more.

I sighed and rubbed her chin. "You want to do me?" I asked almost innocently.

Ashlee smiled and nodded. "Take me away, Tom," she said, starting to unbuckle my jeans. Her eyes were on my buckle, and she revealed my boxers. "Just make me happy. I've been waiting for this day." Her glance that casted on me melted me thoroughly.

My dear girl. How could I ever say no? Then again, I'll have to double check. I looked at her intently as I sat up. The leather collar and me have become one over the past minute or so, and I kind of liked it around me. "Are you sure?" I asked.

"If it's going to be someone, why not you?" Ashlee replied, smiling. She gave me a peck on my forehead. Having sex with her for the first time wouldn't be right. It would be called making love.

"Der Kostüm stehen Dir gut," I said, kissing her lips a couple of times chastely as I started to look for the zipper behind her. The costume looks good on you.

Ashlee blinked a few times as she wrapped her legs around me, and we were both sitting up. She was on my lap and my legs were over the edge of the bed as I held her in my arms. She bit on her lip as she looked at me. My hand pulled off her glasses and put them safely on the bedside drawer. Then, I pulled off her boots before catching the ribbon on the cleavage of her sexy Mrs Claus outfit in my teeth.

"Du wüßtest wohl gerne, was ich sage, hmm?" I bet you wish you knew what I was saying, don't you, Ashlee?

The next thing I knew, she gave me a slap across my cheek. It wasn't hard, really. It was more of the playful kind. She stifled a smirk. "What the fuck are you saying or do you want me to go all Spanish on you, Mr. Kaulitz?"

I laughed as I pulled down her zipper, eager to rip her out of those red and white fabric. "So sehe ich Dich gerne," I said. Quickly, I translated. "I like seeing you like this."

"Like what?" She asked almost innocently. My heartbeat raced when I see her nuzzling at my neck. Her teeth was distracting, nibbling at my skin.

"Angry," I said. "So sexy." Again, I know how limited my vocabulary is. Please, stop spoiling the moment.

Ashlee giggled softly, and oh how I love hearing her voice like that. I looked at the door and saw it was cleverly locked. Almost immediately, I tore her dress off her. Mrs. Claus was now half-naked before me. Holy shit... She was wearing sheer lacy panty with a tiny ribbon in front. I'm already seeing my present. Oh my God.

"Not bad," I said, crossing my arms and ignoring her for a while.

Ashlee slapped me again, raising herself so that her bra-covered chest was quite in my face. She mocked a displeased look as she looked down at me. "Not bad?" She asked. "Then shall I stop? Maybe you want Santa Claus back instead of me—"

"No, no!" I exclaimed, half-laughing. "You are good enough for me. I cannot deal with another cock because one big one is enough."

"I'll be the judge of that." She gave the sweetest laugh and a roll of her eyes. "And is one Christmas present—" She pointed to her own sex. "—enough for you?"

I obediently and truthfully shook my head. In disbelief, I widened my eyes and quickly nodded. I swear, that was unintentional. "I mean, I want to have the same present many times," I grinned, my fingers tracing her curves that put Beyoncé to shame.

"Hungry reindeer is hungry," she smirked. "You should eat something before we go anywhere." And she pressed her lips against mine. And it started.

I hugged her down on me (or more like, she was pushing me down onto the bed) and she was ravenously kissing me. Our breathing quickened, and I could hear them loud and clear. I grabbed a fistful of her soft dark brown hair and just groaned into the kiss when she bit my lip. Yeah, fuck. She fucking bit my lip!

"Scheiße," I muttered. If it's German, it means serious business. Ashlee pulled up and looked at me, a worried look on her face when she looked at my lip.

"Oh, shit," she mumbled, stroking my cheeks. "I'm so sorry, baby," she purred, kissing all over my cheek but my lips.

I rolled my eyes and smirked. "My lips," I said as I held her face in my hands. "Kiss my lips."

Ashlee obliged and proceeded to kissing me passionately. Her hot tongue flashed across my little wound and I seethed slightly but she made it all better. Honestly, it was all pleasure and pain.

Slowly, my hands made their way down to her panty. I could feel my excitement growing. If I didn't have my boxers, you could see I was ready enough to enter her. But no. There was still so much to be done.

x x x

Tom's rough fingers slipped under my sheer panty and caressed my butt. To be honest, he was more loving in touching my ass than my face...but God, does it feel so good. I gave a little groan as his tongue thrust about in my mouth, and we were both fighting for dominance. We've had tongue wars countless times and I almost always won.

With a sweet kiss on my honey pot and a coy stare, he pulled my panty off me and I was hardly focusing on anything as I felt a tingle near my entrance. Tom's fingers! Oh, Jesus Christ. It's been a while since I felt those there.

"Wet," Tom said softly into my ears before he proceeded to multitask, nibbling at my neck and his finger slowly pushing into me. "And very tight."

"Tom," I moaned softly when I felt his middle finger more than halfway through in me. At least, that was how long it felt. He had long fingers, mind you. "Oh." And I felt his fist against the soft exterior of my sex. He had reached the furthest his finger could go and God, was that far in. I could feel him wriggling inside me. He curved his fingers, I could feel it. Everything I ever knew about finger-fucking, Tom was making it real. His thumb played with my swollen little erection, pressing against it and rubbing, and I just gripped the pillow, trying to muffle my orgasmic sounds. I didn't want to show I was that excited. Yet.

Tom licked my neck up to my jawline and he kissed me again. "Okay?" He asked he started the fucking. I showed him no reaction, but my face described a thousand emotions, or so I thought because I could hear Tom's smile in his voice when he continued. "You need to make a sound," he said, his finger in and out rhythmically. "So I know if you're okay, ja?"

"Your fingers are so freaking long," I said in bated breaths, frowning. Ashlee, Ashlee. Your boyfriend is a guitarist, duh! He grew those fingers just for that damn instrument. And to please you sexually, obviously.

Before there was a reply, I felt Tom pull out halfway and insert another finger. I could hardly open my eyes, I swear to God. I always thought I could open for at least a while but no, Tom was too fucking good at what he does. Ugh. His fingers pushed through slowly and I felt myself stretch. The thrusting ensued, and I bit hard on my lip. I strained to open my eyes and I saw that Tom's lip was a bit red. It looked so sexy with the bit of blood in a corner. Oh, Tom.

"Wait till you see my..." Tom trailed off, and he smirkingly nodded down at his crotch. That was where magic flowed from. I had tried it a couple of times and he was so yummy, and— "How is it?"

I was stifling my moans with just the finger-fucking. It wasn't the best part, I knew it, so I was saving the best for the last. I struggled to babble (at least) the right words. "So...good!" I gasped at the end when he pushed in finger number three and continued thrusting. I couldn't breathe when I felt the tightness. Briefly, I wondered if I was bleeding since I was stretched so much suddenly. Tom had never gone more than two fingers and now, he was serious as I was about having sex so why not? Stretch away!

"Mmm," Tom said in a muffled voice, obviously busy. Jesus. His fingers. And his mouth shut me up with a daring kiss that trailed down to my neck, leaving little love bites all over including the current one he was making on my left breast. Such a naughty little boy. His fingers were relentless in me, and I was just going nuts.

When I finally noticed, I realized his erection was hard against the thigh he was hovering over. It was just pressing at me and dying for entrance but I knew it wasn't going to happen just like that. The next thing I knew, he pulled out his fingers and licked them right before me, making me let a moan escape. "Arschloch," I said, digging my fingers into the sheet.

"Euer Arschloch," Tom reminded me, smirking that big fat devil smirk of his that never fails to make my heart skip two beats. His lips left my breasts and went to my entrance. My legs parted at his hands' command, opening up like a gate that held so much wonder behind. Tom was now lapping up at my honey pot. I could feel his pretty little nose pushing around somewhere near there, and I just groaned lowly as I envisioned everything with eyes closed.

He gave a throaty laugh, deep and sexy. My eyes strained to look at him as my hand groped his dreadlocks. Stupid sweatband. "Fühlt sich gut an, nicht wahr?," Tom said as he kicked off his boxers, his last item of clothing. Feels good? Yes, Hell. Fuck his fucking accent. I want him so much. It's not like we haven't had oral sex before (once or twice), but this time I knew it was going to lead to the main thing. The real sex. The lovemaking.

I felt myself bubbling from down under, and I knew it was my minor orgasm coming on. I gritted my teeth and pulled a frown when he nibbled on my throbbing clit, his clever little tongue just lashing at my insides while his strong hands firmly massaged my thighs, trying to calm me down. His lip ring was cold against my skin, and I shivered countless times just feeling it run against me, it getting hooked somewhere somehow. "You have to quickly...quickly fuck me," I breathed, arching a bit. He gave a stupid chuckle and a hand left my thigh to go down to his crotch. I pushed myself up on my elbows and saw a bit; he was stroking himself at the same time. Fucking sexy.

"No fucking around," Tom said as I saw his swollen pillar of divine desire emerge before me when he got over me. "I want to make love to you." It was all I was staring at, but I pretty much died at that last line. "Do you have a condom?" He turned to look around at the gift box, his hands holding my wrists, and then he jumped off me to the cabinet.

"Come back here!" I bit my lip and took a deep but shaky breath. "I've been on the pill for the past six weeks just so you can have a good experience, baby," I said smilingly. "We don't need that shit." With that, I wrapped my legs around him.

"Sure?" He asked. His tone was slightly apprehensive but he approached me after turning off the light, the glow coming from the bathroom and the street lamps outside.

"Are you afraid I'd have your babies?" I smiled up at him, tugging at his leather chain thing. He's still my little reindeer.

Tom shook his head and kissed me again before looking at me. "Not at all," he smiled and lowered himself on me. His dick was lingering right at my vajayjay and I was already panicking. I wanted this, but I'm just a tiny bit scared of the pain. Just a bit.

His hands traveled to my back and unlatched my bra swiftly, taking a deep whiff of it before throwing it behind him. I laughed and smacked his face. "I hope it smelled good," I said.

He took a deep breath and grinned. "Ja, so..." He smirked and kissed the tips of by breasts before licking each off like ice cream. Oh, how I fucking love this boy. How I love fucking this boy. "Du hast noch nicht genug, was?" He eyed me like his libido meter was on red overload. It's just normal how he'd switch to German whenever we get sexual. He knows it turns me on, that it kills me, to not know what the fuck he's saying.

"Yes I want more, dumbass so stop talking and start fucking," I said enthusiastically like I wasn't scared of my first real time, clinging onto him as he nuzzled his nose in between my sore breasts. He ignored me and started suckling on them, and I couldn't help but pull at his hair, pulling his sweatband off his head and releasing the beautiful locks. It was like I was making love with a god.

Tom's tongue teased so much at my sisters and I couldn't help but moan unwillingly. His words were muffled, but I could feel his manhood pressing into my entrance. I braced myself for the moment when it would happen, but I was just so distracted below my neck... Fucking Tom Kaulitz. God. His teeth. My nipples. They hardened immediately (long before his lips even went near there, they froze) and he fed on me like a hungry puppy.

My man looked at me with a soft gaze, and I could see his beautiful face clearly with minimal lighting. "Ready?" He asked, lips lingering near mine. I nodded. Tom positioned his length accurately at my entrance, pushing in a bit at my entrance. I made a soft noise of excitement and he grinned. He's so nice.

With his hands pressing down on my wrists on either side of me, Tom took a breath and pushed in soft but smooth. I gasped loudly when I felt his whole seven inches in me, and I hardly noticed the hurt when my barrier broke. I knew it did, it definitely would, and I felt something but the pain was barely noticeable. Just a little extra tightness that contributed to my sudden outburst. It was probably due to the fact that I did experiment some things on my own... Uh.

"Are you okay?" Tom asked sweetly. His eyes looked at me worriedly, and a small frown appeared. Was I too loud? Dramatic? Did I look like I exaggerated it?

"Weiter, Tomi," I replied in German. I wanted him to go on.

He smirked and we deeply kissed for a while as he very slowly pulled halfway out. "You are so fucking tight!" He said. And I could feel my orgasm building up already. He sounds so rough. Sexy rough.

I smiled and swallowed, whimpering a bit. "Tiefer, bitte. Deeper, deeper." And before I ended my sentence of desperation, Tom was already sliding in and out of me. His breathing was increasingly ragged and my 'virginity' was long forgotten when I found myself involuntarily moaning with each forceful thrust. "Harder," I said, wanting more. I felt so needy, but I wanted it so badly. A real orgasm. One that was caused by Tom.

"Ich möchte Dich betteln hören," Tom groaned bit by bit (I want to hear you beg for it), his lips running over my collar bones and landing on my lips against, shutting me up just as I was about to ask what the fuck he said. His hand left a wrist of mine and grabbed my thigh, throwing it over his shoulder. Oh, he was stretching me and I could feel the magic already. He was going so hard and fast I could feel myself being lifted off the bed! Such a strong boy. My God.

"I think I need to make a lot of noise," I whimpered, clamping up around his fullness inside of me. "I...I can't keep it in." I didn't want to sound like a porn film but I had to really moan and groan and scream, sorry. He was just too good. Too sweet. Too...lovely.

"Außer mir wird Dich keiner hören. Schrei soviel Du willst. Ich mag es, wenn du schreist," Tom whispered incoherently in my ears as I arched my back, nails digging into his sweaty back. Nobody will hear you but me. Scream all you like. I like it when you scream. "Come on, baby. Schrei für mich."

My pulsating little nub was having the ride of her life and it was all thanks to Tom. "You're so...so good," I mumbled with a frown in between breaths as his mouth covered one of my breasts, bouncing along to the tempo of his ridiculous pumping. So this was sex. No, love. "Faster!" I raised my voice, moaning like in labor but it was a labor of love, all right. My climax was building and I tightened my stomach along with my internal walls.

"Fuck," Tom shouted as he pummeled into me mercilessly, whatever that was for, and I could feel beads of sweat roll off me, and some from Tom that dripped on my body, my neck, my chest. It was so hot, and I was burning up. Tom gave a prominent groan and I figured he was going to come. Or was coming. My Tomi boy was having an orgasm with me! My breathing space was blocked off by Tom's dreads creating a curtain around my face as he returned to kissing me. Fortunately, I was distracted by the orgasm that hit me like a ton of sex toys in my face.

"Oh, Tom!" I moaned. His name sounded like chant to increase up my orgasmic sensations, you know? I felt hot liquid in me that sent generous shivers down my spine and I felt like relapsing but Tom made me give more instead of give up. I bit on my lip, muffling my moan before screaming in ecstasy. Fucking Hell, my first orgasm during sex with Tom was perfect. It faster than I expected, and what can I say? Tom was amazing. I was thrumming entirely to the beat of our hearts as one, and I felt my cheeks flaming while my hands grabbed at his hair and back in an impromptu manner. "Oh...fuck," I groaned, my jaws clenched tight with eyes closed. I wished I could have seen Tom's face.

Tom and I were struggling to stay connected at the lips as well as the hips, and we succeeded. His speed slowed down as I ebbed away my bubbles of sexual pleasure. I could hear his breathing so loud and clear, and I was actually turned on by it. "It's not over," Tom said. "You still want to ride?" He smirked and licked his lips, his tongue running over his lip ring. I purred softly as he fondled my breasts that were aching at his touch. He was slowly moving in and out of me, much less vigorous than the earlier madman he was just a minute ago.

"Are you kidding me?" I said, scoffing slightly as I rubbed his sexy arm hair. This is a real man. I was slightly exhausted and I gave a little sigh, wiping off the sweat from my face. "Tom, you're wicked."

Tom gave a sexy snarl. "Hmm, you still want that Christmas ride, right? Is it okay? Are you pain?" He asked, sounding concerned. He kissed my cheek when I nodded.

"It's good," I smiled, sighing. And I pushed him off me and down on my side, getting over him. Since I wasn't some virgin anymore, I was going to dominate. Tom Kaulitz, watch out.

x x x

Ashlee pushed me over and got on top of me, my dick still inside of her. She was that good, I guess, since she managed to move me while we're still connected. Oh, how I wish we could stay like that forever. She looked like a goddess looking down on me. Full breasts pleasing my eyes, pleasing my mouth. "You sexy," I gritted my teeth as I pulled away from her for a while. And I continued again, latching my teeth onto her, my tongue just having a mind of its own. My hands were no different, wandering aimlessly up and down her back, finding her perky butt extremely homely for some reason.

While feeling Ashlee press down on me, groin to groin, I gave a subtle moan. It just escaped me like one of my many earlier ones. She was just one hot chick and being with her was just...priceless. I hope that I satisfied her. I don't know. I hope so. I still hoped she would ride me, this one Hell of a Christmas cowgirl. Heh.

"You beast," Ashlee smirked as she ran her slithering tongue over her teeth. I could make out her pretty face in the dark, long wavy dark hair over me and I could smell the mixture of sweat, perfume and sex. Mindblowing.

I moved my hands along her waist and hips, and I sighed softly at the sight before me. She was sitting pretty on my dick which would go soft anytime soon if we were stopping, but by the look of her, I knew she had more in mind.

"Tom," she said. I looked at her and she suddenly pulled my hands over my head. I smirked in return. Dominating, huh?

"Hmm?" I managed, and she bounced on me a bit, making me grunt a couple of times with a stupid smile on my face. Her grip was strong.

Ashlee bit her lip and grinned. "I'm going to do this," she said. "Make you come on yourself."

"And you will lick it up?" I teased, fingering her beautiful bosoms. She shivered and jounced like a lively kitten one me, and my manhood was coming back to life again. Sure, I could orgasm a second time. This girl makes anything possible.

"Each and every time," she smiled before leaning down to kiss me, my erection being pressed down hard and I groaned in a muffled way into the kiss. My baby girl pulled at my leash on my neck and I growled at her. "Sexy shit," she smirked. Her fingers tickled my neck and traced circles on my chest as her lips trailed down to my neck, biting and sucking as she bounced some more on me. She was so energetic!

I gave soft satisfied moans and she seemed to reverberate with more bouncing, sliding off me entirely and just plunging up and down on me. Ashlee...you make me come every time. WIth every move you make, I get so turned on. Do you know that? Do you? Has anyone ever told you that? Let me be the first, oh...

My dick was on fire! Damn.

"Ashlee," I groaned. "Ashlee, Scheiße! So mag ich Dich... Gott." That's how I like you. And I ejaculated a second time that night. Even more than the first time, and onto myself like she intended to. I was throbbing so crazily I knew my bloodstream was clogging up. I don't know, it was just such a weird image in my mind. She was just so fucking tight! My Ashlee. So tight. And then she was smiling down on me like the sun (or the moon, since it's at night) and I was enjoying the dancing of her breasts. I'm such a flesh guy. I can't stand skinny girls. Ashlee's just perfect for me. Perfect. Boobs, butt, waist... Plus she's so sweet. I demand a Luckiest Man trophy. Pronto.

"Come on!" Ashlee screamed, and I heard someone shuffling outside my room. Fuck, fuck, fuck. And that person went away. It was that quiet on the second floor. Everyone was downstairs. I swear it was Bill. No one had a shadow for his hair that large (when I saw under the door). What, I can multitask really well!

"Ashlee, fuck you!" I groaned, struggling to not pull her down on me and just let her do her own thing, riding away. "Fuck you! Fuck, fuck, argh..." I loved her orgasm face. I wonder what she thought of mine. Eh.

I could hear her sweet laughter. She was giggling away with her hands pressed on my abdomen (they're firm, mind you) as she ricocheted on and off me like a kid on a trampoline on a hot summer day. "Dirty boy," she mocked me. And she gave a sigh and laid down on me. "Done."

I smiled to myself. Sounds dorky, and I am dorky. At least, for her. My eyes remained closed. "How's Christmas for you?" I asked as I stroked her hair against her wet neck and shoulders. We were sticky, and we were stuck on each other. Sounds weird, but we looked picturesque, I know.

"The best Christmas so far," Ashlee grinned as I saw her pearly whites glisten in the dark. She's so sexy. God.

She crawled up slightly, though we were still connected, and she kissed me passionately. It wasn't as lively as before, but it sure was more meaningful. Okay, we ended up fucking instead of making love, but we did make love. Feelings. Grew. Get it? Yeah.

"Christmas, next year, with me, ja?" I said to her, and I received a soft laugh as she licked my little wound on my lip with her tongue.

"Sounds good," Ashlee laughed throatily, and shivering made my hair stand. My hands rubbed her waist, her back, my fingers through her hair as I kissed her forehead.

I sighed and turned to face one side as I felt groggy. "I love you, Ashlee" I said.

"Ich liebe dich auch, Tom," Ashlee replied, sliding her hands under my back that was stuck to the sheets. With a leg, I pulled the blanket over us. She helpfully pulled it over us and with time, we fell asleep.

* * *

I woke up the next morning and turned to see that Ashlee was missing. I got changed and quickly went downstairs. Mami and Gordon were still asleep, because their door was closed. Bill was having cereal and...

"Morning, baby," Ashlee grinned at me. Sunshine was pouring down on me. I went over to the girl sitting on the counter and wrapped my arms around her, giving her a tight kiss on the lips.Only in a tank top and shorts, she looked incredible. She had that morning glow about her, making her looks so ethereal.

"Morgen," I said, and then again to Bill. "Morgen." I shared Ashlee's orange juice, the other hand rubbing her thigh.

Bill scrunched up his nose. "You guys were nasty!" He shivered and started stuffing himself with Fruit Loops.

Whatever, my poor brother. I had Ashlee, and it was all that mattered. Now, our relationship was more than complete. ;)