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It was early on after meeting Taylor. They had only been going out a couple of months. Taking things slow. Travis knew her past, Taylor didn’t hide it and she had been opening up to him. That was one thing he loved about this relationship - they were at an age and mature enough to tackle the heavy stuff. And early on too. They weren’t sugar coating it, tiptoeing around each other. They both knew this was a connection they wanted to go further, and they both knew what they wanted. 

“Baby, I’m so proud of you. I was jumping up and down on the couch”, Taylor says as she hears Travis chuckle. He can picture her, all dressed in her chiefs gear, screaming at the TV. “And that gown, that thing is sweet. You better have that coming home as well. It looks cosy”. 

“It was a struggle, but I managed to fit it in my bag, don’t worry, it’s coming home”. Travis looks down at his duffel - slightly bulging at the seams, with the gown stuffed in. 

“They managed to get us out early, so the plane should be landing back at KC around 5. Can’t wait to see you and finally get to celebrate Christmas”. Taylor hummed, mirroring his sentiments and agreeing that she couldn’t wait to see him as well. 

Snow had started to fall earlier in the day, and the entire neighourhood was covered in a thick layer of powder. The house was warm, but Taylor got the fire going anyway. Nothing beat the smell and sounds of an open fire. 

Knowing when Travis was going to be back, Taylor slowly moved around the house, getting things put away and tidying up. Nerves started to kick in, as she was going to do something that she had never done before. A few weeks ago, Travis gave her a present, wrapped up in a red bow, and Taylor decided that she was going to return the favour. She had ordered some thick red ribbon and got to work. She did her hair and makeup, studying herself in the mirror. Signature red lips would complement the ribbon. Knowing the house was their inner sanction, she did something she had never felt comfortable doing before. She walked through the house completely naked, carrying the ribbon with her. It definitely wouldn’t be comfortable walking through the house with that already tied. 

She had thought about this a lot, and decided that the best place to do this was in the lounge room, right where Travis came in the front door. Luckily for her, the lounge room was a generous space, with a beautiful white plush rug in front of the fireplace. She had measured the ribbon earlier, so once she had placed herself on the rug, she started to get the ribbons in place. The first went across her breasts, just covering her nipples. Her pert breasts waiting to be unwrapped with the big bow. The second ribbon took a little bit more thought. She worked it out in the end though. Much longer than the first, this one went from the bow around her breasts, down her back through her butt cheeks, over her pussy and back up across her stomach to attach to the top. The ribbon was just thick enough to cover her bottom lips, so once in place, she couldn’t really move. Luckily, she didn’t have to wait long. 

Travis was so excited to finally celebrate Christmas with Taylor. Damn away games. He got to the front door and watched the twinkling lights for a moment. The small additions that Taylor had added to his home. No, their home. Opening the door against the cold KC chill, Travis dumps his bag in the hall. Stripping off his coat, he calls out for her. “In here babe”, he hears, coming from his left. The house is warm, so he figures she is curled up on the couch, watching the fire. He rounded the corner and he steps faltered. There, on his rug, was Taylor, lounging on her elbows, wrapped in red ribbon. All he can do is stare, raking his eyes down her body. “Merry Christmas baby, want to unwrap your present?” As she says this, she widens her legs, causing the ribbon to slide up into her pussy. 

Travis can’t get to her fast enough. Dropping to his knees, he takes a moment to really look at her. Cheeks flush with arousal, tits struggling to be contained with the ribbon. Moving further down, he can see the ribbon vanish within her her thighs. A dark patch already forming. 

“Jesus Tay, best Chrstimas present ever.” Travis leans over her, hands on each side of her head to give her a searing kiss. She tries to deepen it, but Travis pulls away. Sitting back on his knees, he rubs his hands together. “Guess I can’t just rip this one open, hey” he smirks. With gently hands, he ghosts up her torso, tracing the ribbon running up her belly. Once at the bow, he looks up at her again. Her pupils are blown wide, and she has started to breath heavy. Slowly, he picks an end of the ribbon and gently pulls. The ribbon comes undone and Taylors breasts come into view. Travis licks he lips, then dives in. He has always loved her tits, they fit perfectly in his hands, and she is so responsive when he plays with her. He takes one in his mouth, sucking on her nipple until it has pebbled. He releases it with a pop and blows on it. Taylor moans as she starts to squirm. Her arms give way from under her, and she falls back onto the rug. “Trav, fuck that feels good”. Travis brings his hand up to her wet tit and fills his hand. 

In the meantime, he gives her other one the same mouth treatment. Sucking on her nipple as well as giving it a gently scrape, her hips jut up and her hands fly to his head. Taylor is making small mews and Travis loves it. He releases both breasts again, and gives into her mouth again. Fighting for domination, Travis deepens the kiss. Letting her go, he runs his mouth down her neck, over her collarbones. Reaching all the places that he knows sends her mad. Her chest is heaving now, and she can’t keep still, squirming on the rug. “Trav, please - I need you”. He looks at her and smiles, devilish. “Don’t worry baby, I plan on enjoying my present”. With that, he leans back again on his heals and moved her body. She is now directly in front of him, with her legs on each side of him. He widened her legs further, spreading her pussy for him and the ribbon comes back into view. He can see it nestled tight against her, running behind, vanishing into the rug. His brain is thinking of too many scenarios of what he wants to do with her, but he can see how close she is already, so he takes pity. “Come as much as you want darling, don’t hold back”. 

He brings one hand down to her hip, holding her in place, the other runs his knuckles down and over her pussy. She cries out, finally receiving some friction where she needs it. He does it again, and runs his finger over the ribbon. It is a deep red, soaking from her arousal. The ribbon is covering her clit, so it is dulling some of the sensation, but Travis knows what to do. The feeling of the ribbon is soft and silky under his finger. An interesting feeling. He brings his hand up higher, closer to her other hip, while his thumb hovers over her ribbon covered clit. “This is what you want, isn’t it?” Travis coos, as he brings his thumb over her clit, rubbing quick circles, building the pressure. It was like a fuse was lit within Taylor, the touch sending her higher and higher. Even with the ribbon reducing the sensation, the pressure of the ribbon alone is taking her over the edge. Travis watches as her breathing gets shallow, her hands wrapped in the rug to ground her. 

Mewing and moaning, she is so close to the edge. Travis knows this and does the one thing that will send her flying. Without breaking his rhythm, he leans down and takes one of her nipples in his mouth again. He sucks and gently bites the flesh, while applying more pressure to her clit. That does it, she screams his name as she tries to clamp her legs around his hand. He keeps his hold on her hips as she flays around. Releasing her nipple with a pop, he grins at her, watching as she slowly opens her eyes again. Before she can even catch her breath, Travis has removed the ribbon and is on his stomach, placing himself between her legs. “Trav I”, Taylor says, turning into a moan as he brings her legs over his shoulders and dives into her. Lapping at her juices from her previous orgasm, he is like a staved man. She can’t talk as her brain starts to go fuzzy. He had always been good at eating her out, but damn, she is so sensitive that he is taking her higher. 

He bumps her clit with his nose as he tongues her entrance. “Fuck, fuck Trav” is about all she can say. He moved back to her clit, tracing shapes as he brings a finger through her folds, making his finger wet. He circles her entrance and slowly pushes a finger inside her. She is tight - always is even though they have been together for 18 months. God Travis loves how tight she is. He pulls away to search for her eyes, checking on her. What he sees makes him groan and grind himself into the floor. She catches his eyes, and all she can do is pant. He watches her as he enters another finger. Her eyes roll back in her head and she falls back to the floor again. Her hips start to jolt in time with his fingers, chasing the release. 

Travis goes back to his favourite place, between her thighs. He brings one hand around her hip to keep her in place. His other hand is pushing and pulling, in and out. Curling his fingers, he finds her spot. The one she told him that no-one else has been able to find. He runs along it again and again, and she screams in pleasure. There it is he thinks. Once he knows he has the spot, he drops his mouth to her clit - sucking, nipping and tonguing it. He can fill it hard and standing proud between her lips. Travis is so close himself he feels like he is going to burst. The sounds coming from Taylor are indicating she is going to come, and hard. Without changing pace, he keeps assaulting her senses, and he knows when she breaks. He feels her clench around his fingers then flutter. With a final scrap across her clit, she bows and arches off the rug, screaming his name like a prayer. That’s all she can seem to say, as he brings her crashing over the edge. 

It was one of the biggest orgasms her has given her. He knows that. He gently draws his fingers out of her and rocks back onto his heels. Looking at her, he brings his fingers to his lips and sucks. She tastes like heaven. Now he gets a good look at her. Her hair is flared out across the carpet, with a bit of ribbon still hanging behind her chest. Speaking of her chest, it is heaving, trying to get her breath back. “Hmm, that was something else, god I’m still shaking”, Taylor mutters as she tried to sit up on her elbows. Every now and again she gets an aftershock and her legs shake slightly. She looks up at Travis and her breath stills. She hasn’t really had a good look at him, considering he has been between her thighs since he came home. All she can see are black eyes, her essence left across his mouth while he is sucking his fingers. She moans again as she continues to rake her eyes down his body. She lands on his trousers, tented with a small dark patch. He is rock hard and leaking precum. She brings her eyes back to him as he stands. He towers over her, taking in her form. She licks her lips as he starts to undress, throwing clothes across the room, not caring where they land. He pulls his pants and underwear down in one go, sighing at the feeling of releasing his aching cock. It is dark purple and pulsing with need. 

“Baby, can you give me one more?” Taylor’s brain takes a moment to catch up to what he said, but as soon as it registers, she moans as she nods, her body flooding her with arousal once more. Satisfied with her response, Travis gets onto his knees. “Turn round baby, this is going to be hard and fast, is that OK?” Always asking her for permission, her eyes soften. “This is your present Trav, have at it”. With that he gently picks her up by her hips and indicates for her to roll over. “Oh, I see”. She gets on her hands and knees, happy that the rug is nice and soft. To emphasise her excitement, she leans down on her elbows, opening herself up even more. Travis growls behind her, watching her pussy flushed and ready to be taken. With a gently hand to the middle of her back, he lines himself up. He knows he is large, so even though she is soaked, he takes the time to enter her. He watches for any signs of pain. He sees her drop her head to the carpet as he bottoms out. Without words, he rubs her back again, and brings both hands to her hips. 

He pulls out until his head is just sitting within her, and drives back harder. He watches her grip the rug and she drops herself back down again. “Fuck, look at you, open and waiting to get pounded. If only the rest of the world knew what a dirty girl you are, fucking me on the lounge room floor”. Travis had a dirty mouth, and Taylor loves it. Again, Travis pulls out to his head, watching her grip him. “Ready baby”, Travis says, and without warning slams into her, pushing the air out of her lungs. She braces herself the second time, pushing back as Travis is surging forward. The only sounds they can hear are the moans from both of them, as well as wet slaps of Travis plunging into her. She is making noises with every thrust, and Travis is in a similar position. 

He is so close that he doesn’t know how much longer he is going to last. He looks to his right and sees one of the ribbons sitting there. He releases her hip and brings the ribbon under her stomach, close to her hips. Holding both of the ends in one hand, he tightens it and pulls some pressure on it at the same time. “Tay, please tell me if this is too much”. She doesn’t know what he is talking about until the next thrust, then she feels it. 

The ribbon is across her lower abdomen, and Travis is pulling up on it. With every thrust, he is hitting her front wall, pushing deeper and harder than normal. He has done this one before with his hand, pushed on her lightly from above, but feeling it from below, pulling her almost off her knees, this is something entirely different. “Don’t stop Trav, it feels really good”, she blurts out. Satisfied with her response, he pulls the ribbon higher again, almost bringing her knees off the ground. He is pounding into her so hard, never relenting. Sweat is dripping off his brow and down his chest, as something primeval is released in him. “Trav, some, something feels different”, he hears Taylor say a moment before it happens. In a split second, it happened all at once. The combination of Travis pulling on the ribbon and his thick cock hitting her gspot causes Taylor to stiffen and squirt all over Travis and the rug. Travis has never gotten her to do it before, not without trying. She had never done it either, so she didn’t know the feeling or what was happening. She stopped breathing with the sheer size of of the orgasm, but once she released, she started panting like she had run a marathon. The sight of her squirting sent Travis over the edge and with a final frantic thrust, he emptied himself deep within her. A couple of slow thrusts to ensure he had everything deep within her ended Travis. 

Taylor had seen a photo of Travis wearing the Santa hat at the chiefs Christmas party. Seeing him smiling, eyes crinkled, how could she not send him a little note. She was away in new york that weekend, so she couldn’t go with him. She knew she had to go to those meetings, but she really was upset that she couldn’t see the rest of the team let their hair down slightly. 

Sending a text to him with the picture she saw, she tells him that he looks so sweet and that he should bring the hat home. That she would love to get a present from that particular Santa. She says she is on the plane and should be home in a few hours. 

Travis receives the text and smirks. Hmm, he might make this interesting. He writes back saying he brought the hat home anyway (secretly he’s always wanted to be a Santa to the neighbour kids). Then he gets an idea. He goes searching for something that he hopes is now in the house. Since Taylor has integrated into his life, little bits and pieces start to appear in their home. Things like boxes of ribbons and wrapping paper. Now fully stocked due to the holidays. He goes into her music room, that has becomes a total wrapping station - paper, glitter, ribbons, bows - everything you could think of - sitting right there. On the corner of the table he found what he wanted. A roll of thick red ribbon. The plan is taking shape in his head. 

He texts back asking her to let him know when she is 20 mins away from home, he has a bit of a surprise for her. She acknowledges the request and Travis nods his head and picks up the ribbon. 

As requested, Taylor sends Travis a note when she’s 20 minutes from the house. Travis gets up from the couch, turns ESPN off and heads upstairs. Taylor opens the door, expecting to find Travis waiting for her. Why else would he want to know when she was due home? But the house is quiet. TV isn’t on, amazingly, and she can’t see him anyway. She drops her bag by the door and continues into the house. “Travis, you about?” She calls out. “Upstairs Tay”. She makes her way up the stairs, stopping at the top. Looking around, she still can’t see him. Slowly she heads into the bedroom and there she sees him. Travis is standing in the middle of the room, in nothing but a Santa hat and a ribbon. A red ribbon tied very neatly around the base of his cock, that he is slowly stroking. Her mouth somehow goes dry and waters at the same time. The sight of this man, broad and strong, stoking his cock watching her. She moves her eyes from his cock up to his face. Again, he has that same smile - the one with the crinkly eyes. “Santa has a present for you” is all he says. She snorts, but plays along. “Oh does he?”, Taylor replies. “Yep, do you want to open it?” Travis’ eyes sparkle. Taylor bites her bottom lips and nods. “Well come on over, can you guess what it is?”. At that Taylor lets out a throaty laugh. Travis hasn’t stopped stroking himself, but he is doing it slow enough to keep himself excited, but not go too far. 

Taylor slowly walks over to him, swinging her hips at the same time. “Hmm, I wonder what Santa got me', she says as she stops just in front of him. She goes to reach for him, but stops. Travis was expecting her to pull the ribbon off, but Taylor has other ideas. She gets on her knees in front of him, looking up through her lashes. God she is beautiful he thinks. She removes his hand from his cock then she does something he wasn’t expecting. She gently reaches for an end of the ribbon, lightly breathing on him at the same time. She takes an end in her teeth and tugs gently. The ribbon comes undone, but still hangs from the base of his cock. Taylor looks up at him one more time before nuzzling under his cock to lick a strip from the ribbon up to the tip. She circles him again and gently pops him into her mouth. Travis lets out a deep groan, happy that she is finally touching him. He had been stroking himself since she messaged him. He was so excited tying the ribbon - waiting for her reaction. To be honest he probably could have stayed hard without any help. He hadn’t seen Taylor for a few days, so just waiting for her to come back made him hard. 

He looks down at her, their eyes meet, then Taylor does the best thing ever. She slowly moves her mouth down his cock. Taking more and more until she reaches the ribbon at the base. Travis’ hands involuntarily move to the back of her head, gathering her hair into one and the other gently resting on the back of her head. She moves back to the tip again and twirls her tongue. Travis lets out another growl and his breath starts to become a little shallow. Taylor then takes one hand and cups his balls, rolling slightly to give him another sensation to adjust to. Travis shifts his stance to allow her more room, but also allowing himself to get a better balance. “Fuck Tay, your mouth is like heaven. I’ve missed you so much baby”. He gently rubs the back of her head as she looks up at him again. Then she did something she has never done before. She lifts her other hand to cover his on the back of his head. She pushes onto his hand, pushing her further onto his cock. “Tay”, is all he says. She locks eyes with him and pushes his hand again, pushing his cock back down her throat again. Once she is touching the ribbon again, she drops her hand. He gets what she is telling him. What she is letting her do to him. “Fuck, OK”, Travis says as he pulls her off him again, keeping his tip around her beautiful red lips. “I swear, if it’s too much stop me. Please Tay'. Somehow he is still able to have a serious conversation while she is on her knees in front of him. They have only done this a couple of times, and he knows that there is a fine line between making him feel great and hurting her. She pops his cock out, “I will, I promise. But this is my Christmas present, and I want to suck your soul out through your cock”. Travis just looks at her with his jaw open. This is the Taylor that people don’t see. And they never will. She gives his balls a tug again to get his attention, then his instincts take over. He pushes her down his cock at the same time of moving his hips forward. Taylor’s nose brushes his pubic hair and he lets out a noise that even he does’t know. The feeling of her lips and throat around him turns him feral. Again, he widens his stance and one last time looks down at Taylor for approval. She just hums around him and slams herself down his cock. Gagging slightly at his size, the movement shocks Travis out of his thoughts. Now he has her OK, he goes for it. Building his pace, he thrusts into her, getting stronger and stronger. Her hand is still on his balls, the other is on his thigh for support. He growls as he feels her throat constrict, trying to get air in. He pulls out completely to give her a quick breath, and it almost does him in. Eyes watering with a little mascara running down her cheek. Lips swollen with her red lipstick and drool across her mouth. Fuck he is going to explode. He takes her again, guides his cock back into her waiting mouth and starts to really fuck her. “Baby, this isn’t going to last much longer”, is all Travis can get out as her grunts into her. The occasional gag and slurping sounds are enough to push Travis over the edge. One final thrust, lips reaching the ribbon again, Travis erupts down her throat. Taylor can feel him pulsing in her, so she swallows while he is still in her. This causes him to shake violently and push himself in one last time. Taylor’s nose pushed deep into his pubic bone. 

He releases her immediately and looks down at her. To him she is a vision - hair askew, drool and her lipstick across her face and a stray tear. He grabs her by the arms and brings her up to her feet, standing in front of his naked body. He pats her hair gently, looking her in the eye. 'Are you OK? I didn’t hurt you did I?” Taylor just smiles at him, runs her hand along his beard, and goes to kiss him. He can taste himself on her lips, but he doesn’t care. Pulling back, she looks at him. “Merry Christmas to me. And I’m fine. I keep telling you Travis, I won’t break, and sometimes I like getting a little filthy”. Travis mirrors her, caressing her cheek, “Well you know that naughty girls don’t get presents from Santa”. She chuckles at his comment and looks down his body. “If that was for me being good, fuck what do I get for being naughty?” Travis sucks in a breath. “I’m sure I could think of a few things”. Taylor looks at his cock, softening but not entirely, red lipstick ring and the ribbon still there. Darker from the saliva and fluids out of Taylor’s mouth. She gently grabs the ribbon and slides it slowly off Travis. Quickly wrapping it around her neck, she uses it to tie her hair back. She smirks when she sees Travis’ eyes darken. 'What, I don’t know where my hair tie is', Taylor says as she slowly walks out of the room. 

1. Secure in his relationship

2. Thinks she is banging hot and should show it off

The change in the outfits across the back half of the tour seem to signify a shift. Good on her for feeling comfortable to wear what she wants, and good on Travis for giving her the confidence to. I bet he was her biggest fan during the try one