So I have an idea for a Tayvis smut that has been rattling round my brain for months. Trouble is, I’m just too lazy to write it. Probably sitting at 5 chapters.
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.
Here they were, sitting on the couch in her New York apartment. They had been holed up for the day. Travis had flown in that morning and they just hung around the apartment. Taylor had made the most delicious pasta for dinner and they had eaten it out on the rooftop terrace. Travis can’t work out how she could do it all - touring around the world, then coming home to make him pasta. Like it was the most domestic thing that could be happening. After dinner they had moved back inside, back into the lounge room. She had the most perfect set up. A beautiful large while sectional, big enough even for him to fit on, a large heavy coffee table in front, and an ornate fireplace. Sure it wasn’t real like his one back home in KC, but it gave the illusion of a homely warmth.
Two glasses were sitting on the coffee table, only just poured. They didn’t have anything with dinner, but now they were relaxing, settling in for the evening. Taylor opened a bottle as they cleaned up the remains of dinner. With a soft hum of music coming across the speakers, they were both content in the moment. Travis was leaning back, relaxing into the couch. It really was a wonderful couch, and Taylor was curled in beside him. Knees pulled up, feet under herself. Travis had halved turned towards her, one arm resting on the back of the couch, the other resting on her knee. He watched her as she playing with one of his hands. Tracing around his fingers and gently running over scars. History that she didn’t know yet. His hand, well hands, were huge. She really had never seen anything like them. They held her safe, held her close. They pretty much wrapped around her waist when he hugged her. One covering her whole head when he held her to him. Those hands were a part of him - a part of what made him the best at what he did.
He continued to watch as she created a rhythm and path with her fingers. Over his knuckles then down the valleys. Over and over, she moved, at the same time she dropped her head a little, a small tell Travis had learned meant she was thinking about something a little too hard. He tried to get her attention, but she turned her head slightly, shy all of a sudden.
Travis dips his head to meet her eyes, trying to get her to look at him. She finally does, but he can see there is something behind her eyes, something that he can’t quite place. He shifted his hand on the back of the couch to hold her head, gently cupping it and grazing her cheek. He watches her swallow, eyes glancing down to his hand and hers again, then back to his eyes. Those piercing eyes that always seem to give away his mood, his thoughts. Right now she can see that he is puzzled, trying to figure out the shift in her. Finally, she says what is on her mind.
“Your hands are really big” she blurts out. He laughs wholeheartedly, not expecting that. His head tips back on the couch and he squeezes her hand. He looks over at her and sees her looking down at his hand again, but this time he sees the flush creeping up her cheeks.
She swallows again and draws up the courage to look him in the eyes, “Your hands are really big, and I, um, I would like to feel them”. The flush travels from her cheeks down her neck now. She looks down again and continues to play with his fingers. Travis takes a moment, looks down at their joined hands, and back to her. “You are feeling them baby, you have it in your hands right now”.
“That’s not what I mean. I want to feel you. I’m really not good at this”. Travis could see Taylor getting a little flustered by not being about to get her words out. Something that doesn’t happen to her.
“Hey, come here, come here”, Travis coaxes her onto his lap. He wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her to his chest. He looks at her, gently kissing her nose, bringing a small smile to her face. “It’s just me baby, what is it? What do you want, need?’ Travis was getting a little worried, she could see that. See the expression he was trying to hide. Trying to keep his cool. Taylor takes a breath. They were still new in this relationship, have been taking it really slow. Travis never pressured her, and she was forever grateful for that. The most they had done was some making out, nothing scandalous, but enough to get both of them flushed and flustered. That’s why Taylor was struggling with this. She wasn’t a saint and she was open with her sexuality, but for some reason she was feeling like a teenager with Travis. Like she was doing this for the first time again. She guesses she was actually.
“I need you”, she breathed out. Looking at their joined hands cause she couldn’t look at him asking this. “I’m not ready for more, but I can’t hide that I really want to know what these fingers feel like”. She got the nerve to look back at him now, and she watched as he processed what she said. Taylor saw the moment he realised what she was asking, but something else flashed across his eyes as well. “Taylor, I am thinking something right now, but I don’t want to pressure you if I say it out loud and it isn’t what you meant. Can I say it?”
Taylor gives a small nod, glad that he is actually going so say it. “So, when you say you want to know what these fingers feel like”, Travis wiggles his fingers against her for effect, “you mean that you want to know what they feel like inside you?”. Travis almost whispers that last two words. Now it is time for the flush to creep across his cheeks. Taylor nods again, her breath picking up slightly. “I’m not ready for everything, but trust me I want to be”, she starts to ramble, “but I can’t stop thinking about your hands, how big they are, and these fingers. God I want to know what you can do with those fingers”. Travis is looking at her, taking in the situation. He has Taylor Swift sitting on his lap, telling him she wants him in a way he has only imagined.
“Tay, I don’t want to pressure you, are you sure you want to? I know we are taking it slow and I would never want to push you”.
“No, you aren’t Travis. You don’t even know what it means to me that you have been so patient and willing to take things slow with me. I know we aren’t some teenage love story with our first time”.
“Babe, don’t ever think that. I am happy to wait as long as you want and need. I’m not going anywhere, and if that was a deal breaker for someone in the past, tell me who it was and I will kick their arse”. At that Taylor giggles, finally starting to relax. She looks at him again, sees the sincerity in his eyes and even his body language. He is willing to do anything she asks of him.
Taking charge, as he has a feeling Taylor is still a little shy in asking what she wants, Travis continues the line of questioning. “OK, so you want to feel these fingers in you, but you don’t want to go further”, he smirks and wiggles his fingers, again. “How about this, let’s treat this like a bit of a teenage make out session. Everything stays on, except this”, he gestures to his hand, “goes under”.
Taylor looks at him again, seeing him gaining confidence in the situation. She looks at his hand one more time, than nods. “Words baby, I need words”.
“Yes, yes I am happy with that. Clothes on, hand wanders”.
Now that there was confirmation, Travis swallows. Taylor has asked for something that he could only dream about. He leans in and slowly starts to kiss her lips. Gentle to start with, his hand cups the back of her head, steadying her to him. She responds immediately, opening to him, deepening their connection. They continue for a couple of minutes, tasting each other. Travis can feel her slightly shifting her hips against him. He knows she is ready.
In one smooth motion, Travis has shifted her off his lap and across the couch. He lays her down, her head on one of the cushions, her hair fanning out around her. Once she is positioned where he wants her, he lowers himself to the floor in next to the couch, kneeling beside her.
“I don’t know what to do with MY hands”, Taylor giggles, “fuck this really is like some teenage make out session”. Travis chuckles, it rumbles through his chest. “Let’s try this, OK. And relax, it’s just me”. Whist he is saying that, he gently picks up one of her hands in his closest, and brings it up above her head, resting on the cushion. He threads his fingers through hers, and positions it in a way that he can still touch her forehead with his thumb. Stroking it softly through her fringe. Once situated, he picks up her other hand and rests it on his chest, directly over his heart. She can feel it thumping under his skin, probably beating just as fast as hers is. Travis covers her hand in his, on his chest, and looks down at her. “At any time you want me to stop, just tell me. I’m going at your pace baby, you lead the way, OK”. Taylor can tell the seriousness in his voice, as well as the features on his face. She nods, “I trust you Trav, please, I want to”. With that, he releases his hand from his chest, leaving hers, like an anchor. He gently brushes her forehead again and kisses her softly. “I’m not going to look”, Travis tells her, “eyes stay on yours. I know this is a big step for you, but I know you aren’t ready for more. Is that OK?”
Taylor’s eyes grow soft at his statement. Where did this man come from, seriously. “Yeah, I would like that. Thank you”.
“Sweetheart, no thanks required. This is a partnership here. 50/50. You ready?”
Taylor closes her eyes for a moment and takes a stuttering breath. She releases it and opens her eyes to find Travis staring at her. Those eyes that change colour, boring into her with such love that she doesn’t know what to do. “I’m ready” she gets out. For some reason blushing again. Travis leans down, kissing her nose and squeezing her hand. Then he begins to move.
His free hand traces her shirt, starting just below her breast, grazing the underside slightly. Taylor’s breath hitches as she feels his movement. Continuing to watch her for any signs of discomfort, Travis continues to move his hand. Further down it travels, across her stomach and tracing her hips. Wandering slowly from left to right. Taylor’s breath continues to pick up, and every now and again a stutter of breath leaves her. Her eyes flutter shut and she subtly shifts her hips on the couch. He sees her biting her lip when he hits a sensitive area, just below her navel. He stops his movements and brings his hand to her lips.
“Don’t do that”, Travis says as he gently pulls her lip away. Nodding to himself, he brings his hand back to exploring her body. He moves past her navel and to the waistband of her shorts. The night was so pleasant that she had a soft cotton top on and drawstring shorts. Comfortable for a night in. His fingers trace the waistband, and he hears her breath hitch again. This time she pushes her head back into the cushions, closing her eyes. He runs his thumb across her forehead, coaxing her eyes to open. When they do, he halts and asks the final question. “You sure you want to do this? We stop now and nothing changes. We continue to have our wine and talk the night away”. With love in her eyes, she squeezes his hand, “I’m sure Travis. Please touch me”. He nods slightly, more to himself than anything, and brings his fingers to the waistband. He runs his index finger under the elastic, testing. Her breath hitches, feeling like he is lighting her on fire. A second follows, until he has twisted his hand under her shorts and panties at once. He stops his movements, just before where she really needs him. Looking into each others eyes, there is a moment that passes between them. A love and understanding that no matter what, they trust each other.
Travis takes a deep breath, controlling his movements. Slowly he etches his fingers down to her folds. He can feel the heat coming off her. He runs 3 fingers down her folds then back up again, not parting them yet. Just giving her the feeling of whats to come. Again she bites down on her bottom lip. This time, with his hands occupied, he leans down and pulls the lip away with his teeth. “Baby, why do you keep biting that lip, huh?” He watches as emotions flash across her eyes. She looks away from him for the first time. “Baby, look at me please”, Travis urges her. When she looks back at him, he can see the hesitation. “Talk to me Taylor, what are you feeling right now?” She looks away quickly, but brings her eyes back to him. “I was told that I was too loud, that it was”, she sucks in a breath, “distracting”. Travis immediately pulls his hand out of her shorts and brings it to her face. She can see a flash of anger, that he reins in as to not scare her. “Taylor. Fuck”. Travis sees her staring at him, not moving. “Baby, who the hell told you that. Like seriously? Are they that fucking so self absorbed that they can’t concentrate while there is noice? What is this, the fucking tennis?”
Taylor actually snorts a laugh at that. Without even trying, Travis has just defused the situation. “He said that it was distracting, so I started to keep it in. The lip biting just became a habit”. Travis shakes his head, leaning in to kiss her with everything he has, trying to convey his love and emotions at this moment. “Taylor, I am going to say something to you. Whoever that was, was a total arsehole. If he wasn’t man enough to enjoy pleasuring you and hearing you enjoying herself, he has some serious issues. There is nothing better in the world than hearing your partner enjoying themselves. Fuck, how do I know what you like if you don’t let me know. Tay, I want you to make all the noice in the world. Fuck, I don’t care if the neighbours file noice complaints. I want to her you moan, whimper, scream my name. That’s my reward”.
Travis is looking at her, making sure he is getting his point across. With a small smile and a bit of a shrug, Taylor nods her head. “OK, I’ll try, but it’s been a while”. She can see Travis still at that, knowing how long it has actually been. “Don’t worry, hopefully we will have all the time in the world to right those wrongs”. With a final kiss, Travis drops his hand back into her shorts. Again, he runs his fingers over her folds, and this time he hears a soft moan. So quiet he almost missed it, but it was there. “Good, Tay, does that feel good?” She nods again as Travis gently parts her folds with his middle finger. She was so wet for him, she must have been thinking about this for a while. Travis tells her as much. He brings his finger up to her clit and gently circles it. This time Taylor lets out a wider moan, pushing her head back into the cushion. Travis continues to play with her, watching her breathing and movements, learning quickly what she likes.
Slow circles around her clit, not direct contact seems to get the best response. Knowing that she was wet enough, and his finger was covered in her juices, Travis knew he could enter her. “You ready to feel these fingers”, Travis smirked, wiggling his eyebrows at her. Before she would really answer, Travis pushed his middle finger into her. “Fuck you feel so good” Travis got out as Taylor released a loud moan. Her eyes rolling back and closing, feeling him inside her. “Big”, was all she got out as he pulled it back out. Running it back up to her clit, he brought it down and inside her again, with a little more force. He was coated, so the digit moved into her with ease. He continued to move in and out of her. She was so tight, even with one finger. His mind started to wander with what it would feel like to be with her, but he couldn’t think of that now. This was about Taylor. He rubbed her fringe again, feeling her starting to move her hips in rhythm to his movement. “How does it feel Taylor, let me know how it feels”.
“Fuck, you feel so good Travis, you are so big”, Taylor moans again, eyes closing as Travis runs his palm against her clit while inside her. Her breathing is laboured and Travis can start to see little beads of sweat forming on her chest and face. He can’t help himself, so he leans down and kisses her, constantly moving his finger inside her. He is slightly restricted from her shorts, but he knows he can make it work. He said he wouldn’t look, and he isn’t going to break her trust like that.
Taylor’s hand starts to curl around his shirt on his chest, out of sheer pleasure. Once she had a solid grip, she lets out the loudest moan of the night. She surprises herself, but seeing the look in Travis’ eyes, she knows that he isn’t concerned, fuck he looks like he wants to devour her.
Rubbing his thumb over her forehead to get her eyes to focus on him, he smiles gently at her, “you think you are ready for another one?” Travis is making sure she takes the lead with the experience. He is going at her pace. She nods, “yeah, an, another”, she breathlessly stutters. Travis pulls his digit back slightly and brings his second finger to her entrance. He watches her closely as he entered both at once. He knows he has big hands, so he has always been experienced in making sure he wasn’t hurting his partner when he fingered them. As his second finger joined his first, her eyes rolled back and her head pushed into the cushion. “Fuck”, was all she could get out. “Does that feel good, baby. Having my fingers deep inside you. Stretching you nice”. She whimpered as Travis started to set a steady pace. His palm was sliding against her clit with every stroke, and his fingers were starting to piston in and out of her. Her juices were running down his hand, but it was making everything that much more intense. When he felt her slightly relax against the pressure of his two fingers, he started to curl them. “Keep looking at me baby, I want to watch you”, Travis started the come hither motion, curling his fingers against her front wall. Taylor’s mouth hung open as Travis started to use more force with his hands.
All of a sudden a wail left Taylor’s lips. Travis smiled, “there it is”. “There what is”, Taylor huffed. “Oh sweetheart, you don’t know what’s coming. That is your g spot, and now that I have found it, I’m never losing it”. Travis squeezed her hand and continued the come hither motion. She started to release more juice around his hand, making the movements easier. With his strong forearm, he dragged his fingers over and over her. Watching her as she started to chase her orgasm. “That’s it baby, let me see you fall apart. Fall apart all over my fingers”, Travis was talking her through it, whispering to her whilst continuing to look directly into her eyes. Taylors start to become hazy as the pleasure start to crest in her. “Trav, Travis, I, I think I’m coming”. Taylor started to shift her head from left to right, not knowing how to receive so much pleasure.
Travis could feel her pulsing around his fingers, he knew she wasn’t far off. With a small shift of position, he flattened his palm against her clit and rubbed it, whilst fingering her g spot with sheer force. Taylor started to feel immense pressure building, Travis squeezing her hand, telling her to let go. “Come on baby, I can feel you. You are so close. You are safe, you are loved, and I can’t fucking wait to hear you fall apart”. Travis felt it a second before it happened. Her walls fluttering around his fingers, the way her eyes glazed over. Her back bowed and her hands gripped him. The sound that came out of her was going to be the last thing he thinks about every night. Pure pleasure released out of Taylor, shaking her to her core. Travis didn’t stop, riding her through her orgasm. Taylor’s chest heaved as she tried to get air back into her lungs. The sensations finally became too much and she softly told him to stop.
He did immediately, but didn’t remove his hand. He keep his fingers deep inside her, feeling her body calm and relax around them. With a final brush to her clit as her removed his fingers, he pulled his hand from her shorts. Travis couldn’t help himself. Still keeping eye contact, he brings his fingers to his mouth, tasting her. Taylor tracked his fingers as he brought them to his lips. Her eyes watching as he tasted her, gently closing his eyes for a moment. Savouring her. “Hmm, just what I thought, beautiful. Just like the rest of you”. Travis leans down over her and gently kisses her forehead. Its slightly sweaty, but he doesn’t mind. “Was that what you had in mind, live up to expectations?” Taylor just hummed, still dazed, “Oh that was something else. I really like your big hands”.
Come on sleuths. If you can work out what Taylor is wearing in 20 mins, someone has to be able to work out where they are staying in based on that artwork. Not asking for hotels, but finding the town????
I don’t know if it’s just me, or the surroundings, but did Donna Kelce not look comfortable when she was down on the field with Taylor? Not a negative thought or anything like that, just seemed like a bit of a strange chemistry.
Question - how are people consuming podcasts? Especially as they are now filmed? Is it treated as a TV show? Like you put aside an hour a week? Really don’t know how to listen/watch all of them. Timezones mean I get them in the middle of the night and haven’t watched it before the socials start to drop
“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.
He fell sideways onto the rug, bringing her with him. His cock was still nestled in her, keeping himself connected to her. She was quiet for longer than Travis was happy about. He gently ran his hand across her face and up into her hair. Similar to him, she was covered in sweat, but she never looked more beautiful. “Baby, Tay, are you OK”. Travis was searching her eyes, trying to find any sign he had hurt her. “Hmm, Imgoodtrav” she mumbled all in one word. Her brain still foggy. “What that?”, she said, trying to lift an arm up, but only managing a bit of a twitch. Travis chuckled slightly. “You doing ok, have I rattled a few things in there hey?” He says, running his fingers through her hair again. “You squirted baby, the prettiest thing I have ever seen. How did it feel?” She looks at him again, then down to where they are still connected. She can see it now. Travis is covered with liquid, coating his thick layer of hair, as well as there being a fairly decent patch on the rug. “Something felt different when you started to pound into me. Pulling me up like that must have done it. Fuck that was so hot, but damn I’m exhausted. There is no way I could do that every time”. Taylor had started to get her brain and words working again. Travis laughs out loud, bringing her to him for a kiss. “Tay, that sounds like a challenge to me.” He watches her eyes go wide and slowly smiles at him. “Maybe it is, but lets do it somewhere a little better suited. Now I am going to have to either get that rug dry cleaned, or throw it out, and I liked that rug”. She pouted slightly. “There is no way that rug is getting thrown out, every time I look at that rug, I am going to get hard thinking about fucking you til you squirted. Best Christmas present ever, like I said”. With a gentle chuckle, she runs her hand down his cheek, “Merry Christmas 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.
Now a thought comes into Taylors head. She is going to have to search for some even wider ribbon. There might be a present that Travis can unwrap next.
Random thought. So the rumour is that the last show is going to go for an extra hour. Now I’m not great at timezones, but I think I worked out that Travis could get there about 11. Imagine, if at the end of Karma, Travis just walks down the stage as she’s singing “Karma is the guy on the chiefs, coming straight home to me”. I can literally picture it in my head.
another scrappy win from the chiefs. Have to say kelce looked pretty pissed as he walked off the field. No handshakes or anything - straight to the tunnel.
So do we think that the changes to the bodysuits for the second half of the tour was literally because Taylor now has such a supportive partner that is
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
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