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All I Want For Christmas

By Wendi Zwaduk





How to give the man the perfect gift?

Jessica adjusted the bow between her breasts. Nick should arrive at any moment. She smoothed the straps over her shoulders.  The marabou at her hips tickled her sensitive skin. Running her fingers over the slippery skirt, she danced to a song only she could hear as she peered at her reflection in the mirror.  Her nipples puckered in the chilly air. She bit her bottom lip.

What if he walked in? Jessica glanced at the door. Silence filled the air. Hmmm. She rubbed her thighs together. Just a touch. Wouldn’t hurt anything. Might even take the edge off. She sat down in the overstuffed rocker and her legs fell open.  The spicy scent of her arousal filled the air. Her damp panties clung to the slick skin.

Everyone spent time on the Naughty List.

She snorted. It wasn’t like she’d never touched herself. But to have him walk in? Talk about happy accidents. She grabbed the remote next to the chair and clicked on music. Holly jolly Christmas tunes blared from the three foot speakers. She scrunched her nose and adjusted the sound. Flicking through the discs, she debated her choices. Definitely something...throbbing. Lots of bass. The first strains of a deep guitar lick started and she nodded.

The remote slipped from her fingers as she eased back in the chair. Her eyelids drooped. He might not be home yet, but damn if she’d waste the moment.  She untied the chemise with one hand and placed her other hand at the thin band of her panties.

            Thumps on the rooftop signaled his arrival. Always the showman. She snickered and caressed her mound. People saw Nick and projected their vision of the jolly old elf.  No one really knew the dashing sleigh driver never aged past thirty-two. His hair wasn’t white and his belly certainly didn’t jiggle.

            Ah, the wonders of fantasy and projection. She moaned and tugged the skimpy satin aside, plunging two fingers into her silky depths. Nick embodied the wonders of the season and the best of human nature.  Her nipples pebbled as footfalls echoed in the hallway. Far from a saint, he made her holiday wishes come true over and over.  Didn’t hurt he knew quite a bit of magic. And the magic he did with her body.

            She closed  her eyes and licked her lips, imaging Nick wasn’t in the other room conferring with the elves but rather in the bedroom with her, making her Christmas wishes come true. She gasped and bucked her hips, fucking her fingers.

 “Nick,” she murmured and plucked her nipple.  “Oh!”

Voices from the other room broke into her sensual fog. She stilled. Oh shit. Having the elves hear her wasn’t on the agenda. She brushed an errant lock of hair from her eyes and strained to listen for him.

The refrigerator door thunked shut and glass clinked in the other room. His milk and cookies. How man could sustain himself on confections never ceased to amaze her. Instead of standing before the fire as she’d planned, Jessica placed the satin back over pussy and hooked her leg over the arm of the chair.

            The door opened and electricity zinged through her veins.

            “My love, you waited up.” Nick strode into their bedroom, his coat dusted with snow.  He slid the hat off his head. Amber and jade sparkled in his eyes as a grin kinked his mouth.  “For me?”

            She swallowed past the lump in her throat. Love and lust crashed within her body.  “This is our night. I’ll always wait for you.”


* * *

Sweet sugarplum pie.

 Few people had the power to commit Santa to the naughty list. Actually—just one. Jessica. The sheer material captured her breasts, but left nothing to his imagination. The crimson in her cheeks and her supine position in the chair meant one thing. He finally got his Christmas wish—well, one of them.

He’d captured her in the midst of pleasuring herself.

His tongue thickened in his mouth. He needed to taste her, but damn if he could make my lips move. She captured his breath with a smile and his cock hardened behind his zipper. The fuzzy red pants might have kept him warm during the deliveries constricted around his legs. He should shrug out of his jacket, but damned if he could move.

Jessica licked her lips and his dick jerked. The marabou dusted her hips as she stood. “Reindeer got your tongue?”

Her action jolted him into action. Nodding, Nick crossed the space to her and wrapped her in his arms. Jessica squealed.

“I caught you in the act,” he murmured against her neck. Her vanilla scent curled around him as he nuzzled the delicate skin. “I like it.” He palmed her ass, adding quick swats to accentuate his words. “You’ve made the naughty list, my love.”

“Not yet.” She disengaged from his arms and stepped back two feet. Taking a ribbon of silk in each hand, she tugged open the bow between her breasts.  The diaphanous material skimmed down her shoulders and pooled at her feet, leaving her in the tiny thong.

Nick rubbed his cock. “Come here.” The logs on the fire crackled. Heat engulfed the room, but nothing like the flames of desire licking his body from within.

“For my present?” Jessica bridged the gap and dropped to her knees. She stared up at him with wide eyes as her fingers worked the zipper on his now snug pants.

“Jessica.” He groaned as she reached into his trousers and removed his cock. Nick thrust his fingers into her hair when she nuzzled the engorged flesh. “Take me in your mouth, love.”

She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his pants.

“No love. Like this.” He released her hair and stilled her movements. “You look beautiful on your knees.”

Jessica cupped his balls as she kissed the crown of his dick, lapping the come from the tip.  She encased him in her mouth and hummed, the vibration going straight from his penis to deep in his belly. Love and lust flooded his body and tightened in his balls. His head lolled on his shoulders. Her tongue curled around the tip of his cock, swathing him in her liquid heat.

“Jess.” He pistoned his hips, fucking her mouth and teetering on the edge of oblivion. He swayed on his feet. “Too much, sweets, but damn it feels good.”

As the orgasm built in his veins, Jessica released him with a smacking pop.

Gasping, Nick stared at her through heavily lidded eyes.  The first fingers of sunlight stretched across the room and illuminated her blond hair, giving her the look of a halo. His wife might be pure of heart, but she was far from angelic. “If I am on the naughty list, I believe I need a reprimand.”

Nick shivered and sat down in the armchair. “Come here.”

Grinning from ear to ear, Jessica crawled across his lap, her ass proudly displayed. Nick slapped the creamy flesh, leaving a pink handprint. “You forgot the rules.”

“Punish me.” She wiggled her ass, pinning his dick between the fur lining his coat and her heated skin.  “Please?”

He grabbed the beautician’s shears on her makeup table. “You give me no choice.” He snipped the expensive silk, leaving her bottom completely nude. Cream from her pussy dampened his thigh.  “My Jessica.” He smacked her butt four more times, twice per cheek.

Her moans filled the room and her hips pumped on his lap.  “Fuck me, Nick.” Jessica peeked over her shoulder, her eyes twinkling. “I need to feel you inside me.”

“Stand, my love.” When Jessica did as told, Nick kissed the tender flesh.  He wrapped his hand around his erection, coating himself in his liquid excitement. “Turn around.”

He gasped as she straddled his lap. Using both hands, she positioned him at her opening. Jessica slid down on his length, burying him to the hilt in her moist heat. Balls drawn tight, he wouldn’t last long. Nick tweaked her turgid nipples. He sucked one hard tip between his lips. The taste of sweat and vanilla exploded on his tongue.  Releasing her, he tugged hard on her hips and began to pump into her body.

Jessica twined her arms around his neck and feathered kisses over his face. “I love you, Nick.”

“I love you, too, Jess.” Nick surged upward and emptied his seed into her womb.  His heart thundered as he sank back in the chair and cuddled her. With Jess, every orgasm rocked him to the core.

“Merry Christmas, Nick.” Her breath fanned on his skin. “Did you like your present?”

“This is what I wanted for Christmas.” He sighed, his body relaxing. Sleep beckoned. “Loving my wife, seeing her hot for me. It’s all I wanted and more.” He chuckled and toyed with the destroyed satin. “Seems I ruined the gift I gave you.”

“You made up for it.” Jessica kissed him, stroking the hairs at the back of his neck. Her tongue tangled with his as she dropped her hands and unbuttoned his jacket. She spread her hands over his undershirt. “Let’s go to bed. You’ve earned a long winter’s nap and I’m getting cold.”

He scooted forward in the chair and kept her in his arms. “After we make love three or four more times, chilly girl.” Nick stood and strolled to the bed. “I’m not nearly done warming you up and exploring your many gifts.”

Jessica giggled and tumbled against the sheets. “The greatest gifts are always worth sharing.”

“Merry Christmas, baby.”


To Megan Slayer


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