Possession: Christmas Vengeance - Chapter 1 - Warming Up - edited - Sex Stories

Possession: Christmas Vengeance - Chapter 1 - Warming Up - edited

... Her pretty little face a gorgeous light almond color, a mix of her dad's dark Turkish complexion and her mom's pale German Irish. Her eyebrows dark and bold, strong for such a soft face. No makeup needed, pure beauty. Unfair beauty.

She looks extremely young for her age. Very small, very baby faced. Still holds onto girly little habits like stuffed animals. Innocent in every way. I leave her to sleep, for now.

I continue down the hall to the last door, left open a crack in case the baby needs them in the middle of the night. I enter without a sound. The room is bigger than it needs to be, showing off wealth like the rest of the house. Expensive curtains, dressers, a master bathroom off to the side. And a grand, king sized four-poster-bed, with curtains pulled back, hanging from horizontal beams above. And on the mattress lays two big bundled heaps.

There they are. Kadir and Grace. His face darker and harder to make out in the black of night. He's sleek and cool, his modern haircut slick and perfect, even at night. And then Grace, just as attractive, but very different. Perfectly fair skin. Lighter hair, very well-done expensive brown and blonde highlights. A bit disheveled from bed but still a wealthy look to her. Both are in their mid 30s.

Everything is calm and peaceful. My coldness the only thing stirring the air. Kadir shifts a bit. I glide in quick before he can wake.

Suddenly everything feels so much better. I've never felt like this. The warmth is the ...

... best part right now, but the feeling of strength and sturdiness are so new to me. I've never been in this good of shape. I breathe a little easier too, my lungs a little stronger than my old body. I'm just overall healthier. Some of the aches and pains I always had, just never a part of his life. I mean, I was in good shape, I was strong in my own way, but damn. It's not fair.

I enjoy the feeling for a minute. I'm in comfy shorts, a soft undershirt. The warm bed, fluffy expensive blankets and pillows and mattress. I breathe in. The air is so fresh and inviting. Everything about this place is so nice. I could stay here forever. But I notice a slight movement to my left that snaps me out of the moment. I remember where I am, and who's lying here with me.

Grace faces away from me, laying on her side in a sort of fetal position, a fair amount of space between us in the bed. They sleep far apart. I shift the blankets and slide quietly closer to her. I feel around, scooting closer. Lightly spooning her, feeling her warmth on my chest, my stomach, my groin. I'm so much firmer in this body, but she's a perfect feminine softness. Her smell, my god. Her hair, her clothes, vanilla and cinnamon. My dick hardens. My dick, it's... of course it's bigger. His life is incredible.

I move my hand up around her side and waist, slowly exploring but trying not to wake her. She seems to be wearing a white tank top. Pretty snug fitting, expensive material, incredibly soft and thin, hugging ...