.It's What's Inside That Counts

Peace lifted Michael up to her face and kissed him, full on the lips.  His world focused like nothing he'd ever experienced. 

Her lips were warm, even hot.  And so very soft.  And they seemed to fill his world.  They were his world.  Everything that existed was between or pressed against Peace's lips.  Then the parted and a sensual world opened to the Best Man like nothing he'd imagined.

Her tongue found his, stroked it, pulled it up where she could suck on it, gently nipping at his tongue, his lips.  He felt like his very soul was being drawn out and melding with hers.

"You like that, Michael?" she asked.  The tone of her voice was light, teasing, but he didn't feel humiliated.  She was joking with him, not at him.

"Merry Kissmas," he breathed.

"That's nothing," she whispered.  She leaned back, coming to rest on her back across the carpet.  He tried to scoot across her body to kiss her some more.

"It's my turn," she said with a smile.  Her hands grabbed his wrists and guided them to her breasts.  To her nipples. They were firm and large, filling the palms of his tiny hands. 

Michael found himself fascinated by them.  He ended up stretched over her belly, face between her boobs, looking from nipple to nipple.

"Am I too brazen for you, my lover?" Peace asked.

"Naughty and niiiiiiiiiiiiiiice," he replied, squeezing and stroking.

"Mmmmmm," she purred.  She grabbed his hips and moved him up a tiny bit.  He took one perfect nipple into his mouth and loving licked.  A gentle hand on the back of his head urged him on.  He sucked, then grew quite bold and teased it with his teeth.

"Better and better, lover," she said.  "Now, time grows short."  She pushed his hips down towards her own. 

His cock slid across her smooth, flawless skin.  It was like a dream.  He'd thought the kiss was soul-trapping.

"Baby you're grand!" he cried.

"Grand?  Is that a fat joke?" she teased.  But her smile was wide and clear and he even heard it in her voice.  He just shook his head.

Then he was between her legs.  He knelt between her legs in awe.  He literally saw her giant form, stretching from her smile to her mound, as an altar to worship at.  His hands joined as for prayer.

"Not just yet," she said, pulling his hands apart.  He was tugged forward by his wrists, placing his weight on her hips.

And she drew him forward, into her, inside her body.

His cock slid into her.  She was warm, wet, welcoming.  Her grip tightened around his shaft.

"Let Every Voice SING HIS PRAISE!" Michael shouted.

Peace giggled.  "I think you're just supposed to say, 'Oh, God,' sweetheart,"

Michael blushed.  She bent awkwardly to kiss his forehead, then lay back.  "Oh, don't worry.  You're doing fine."  She adjusted the angle a bit by picking him up and moving him.

He was helpless in her grip and perfectly contented that way.  She pulled him back inside her and started rocking his hips.

He found that nothing in his repertoire would allow him to express his feelings, not completely, not without the possibility of being misconstrued.

So he bit his lip and stayed silent. She rocked him, hugged him, squeezed him with her thighs, then cried out in pleasure. 

The fact that a secondary figurine could bring such a beautiful creature to satisfaction nearly burst Michael's heart.  Satisfaction in a job well-done brought him to his moment a short time after hers.  He came inside her. 

"Reach for the stars," he coughed as he collapsed on her lap. 

"That's what I saw," she said breathlessly.

They cuddled for a moment, glorying in each other's presence, each other's company.

Soft hand stroked unblemished flesh and both lovers explored the other.

Then Tiddly stood on the shelf above them and said, "Ahem.  The sun comes up in 23 minutes."