I can see the Christmas lights twinkling in your eyes as you lean in closer to kiss me, your lips pressing warmly against mine. I can taste a hint of candy cane on your lips from earlier, how festive.
Your kiss is more than just a little kiss, there is urgency in it, and then suddenly you’re laying me down on the couch beside the unused lights and decorations, discarded after we’d finished decorating the tree. Your tongue pushes its way past my lips as they part for you, the taste of candy cane stronger on your tongue, delicious. I can tell how badly you want me as you press you body into mine, your desire clearly outlined against your pants, and your hands move upwards to cup my face as you continue to kiss me deeply.
A moment later I try to pull away with a laugh, feeling you bury your face against my neck instead. “Really babe? I thought we were just taking a quick break before cleaning up this big mess.”
Your lips caress my neck as I speak, sending goosebumps down my back, and then you growl softly against my skin, the vibrations turning my goosebumps into full shivers. “Let’s just make more of a mess first.” I feel you breathe the words along my ear lobe before making your way back to kissing me again, and this time my body softens and I give in eagerly.
I can still taste the candy cane on your tongue, the hint of mint slightly erotic as you push your tongue deep into my mouth. The weight of your body over mine shifts, and then your hands are grabbing at the bottom of my shirt, slowly peeling it upwards, only breaking our kiss for a second as you rip it off over my head. Then your mouth is back on mine again, hot, wet, demanding.
Expertly, your hands make their way along the curves of my stomach, caressing my soft, plump skin before moving upwards to my breasts, giving them a quick squeeze at the same time that your hips grind into me. I can feel the shape of your cock rub against the aching spot between my legs.
Moaning into your mouth, I thrust my own hips upwards into you, running my hands along your back, pulling you close, but it’s then that you break away from me once more, this time with a sly little smirk on your face.
Wondering what you are up to, and feeling extremely horny and ready for you, I start to lean forward to remove my bra in eagerness, but you reach down and stop me, almost shooing my hands away. Not saying anything, you unclasp my pants and remove them as I shift my hips for you, and then I’m laying there in just my bra and panties.
You sit there between my legs, taking in the sight of me scantly clad on the couch in the sparkling Christmas lights, and I give a little laugh. I’m feeling exposed and even more turned on now, watching you devour me with your eyes. I’m ready for you to devour me for real.
There is a flicker of hesitation from you though, and for a split second I wonder what you are thinking about, or deciding on, but then it becomes apparent when you lean forward, slightly over me and down to the floor, and retrieve a pile of Christmas lights we’d yet to use.
The couch shifts as you reach over me again, grabbing my wrists and taking my arms over the arm of the couch as I look upwards and watch you bend over me. Slowly, you bind my wrists together with the Christmas lights, and I laugh despite myself, not wanting to break the mood. “You know those aren’t going to hold me, right?”
You raise an eyebrow at me. “Oh just play along. Besides, you will look really pretty like this once I plug you into the tree.” “What?!” I say, tuning my head to watch as you lean over once more and plug the end of the string you’d tangled around my wrists down into one of the empty plugs by the tree. Suddenly, all the lights around my arms and face light up just like the tree, and you smile big at me. “Yup, you are definitely looking festive tonight babe.”
With that, you lean down and kiss me again, slowly and tenderly this time, and now I’m so turned on I’m all but thrusting my hips right off the couch, eager and ready for you to use that ever so soft tongue somewhere else.
You keep teasing me though, taking your time, and your hips and body are slightly raised away from mine so that I can’t rub myself against you. This is already incredible torture.
Eventually your mouth moves away from mine again, and you lick and nibble and kiss along my chin to my ear lobe, sending my entire body into shivers. My pussy is on fire as you continue on one ear before making your way to the other, kissing and licking along my neck as you go, and I can tell my panties are already drenched.
I don’t think I can take much more of this teasing, and as you nibble on the other ear I once more try to thrust my body off the couch into yours, beginning to beg you at the same time. “God damnit you’re driving me wild, please, take me, babe, fuck me, fill me with that cock I can almost feel brushing against me. Pull it out and bury it deep inside of me. I’m so wet for you. I know you want me.”
Dirty talking to you always drives you wild, and I know it’s a weakness of yours, but you do too, because you whisper in my ear, “That’s enough of that, or I’ll have to gag you with a Christmas ball.” And I know I have to be patient and wait.
Biting my bottom lip between sharp teeth, I try to be as quite as I can for you, minus the moaning, that can’t be helped.
I feel like my entire body is on pins and needles by the time you make your way over my collar bone and down towards my breasts. You grab each one in your hands, right over top of my bra, and you lean down to kiss the exposed skin as it spills over the top with each squeeze.
My nipples are rock hard and pressing achingly against the fabric of my bra, but you only rub your thumbs over the outside of the material, feeling the hard nubs through the lace, squeezing my breasts again in your palms.
Eventually you do slip first one nipple out, and then the other, alternating between pinching them tightly with your finger and thumb, the skin there slightly rough, and then lightly licking, caressing and nibbling on them with your lips and teeth and tongue. The contrast in sensations is amazing. I feel my pussy throb like a heartbeat. I need you so badly.
You alternate sides a few times, snaking your lips and tongue across the fold in the middle, teasing me, tasting my salty skin everywhere, and by the time you finally move on, trailing that wonderful mouth along my stomach, over the curves of my folds and tickling my belly button, I am absolutely putty on the couch beneath you, and I am positive there is a wet spot there too. This is the worst yet absolute best torturous teasing I have been put through in a long time, and even though I am forcing myself not to make a sound, I want to beg you to stop, to hurry up, to take your time, and to keep going all night long.
As I shift slightly it feels like my underwear are stuck to the folds between my legs, and I can smell the scent of me in the air. I am so turned on right now, and as I feel your lips brush the top edge of my panty line, I know it won’t be long before you make me cum. If you let me that is. I want to squeeze my thighs together against the pressure building there, but you are still kneeling between my legs and using your broad shoulders to keep my thighs spread wide. The tension building inside of me is unreal.
Finally, after what seems like an eternity, I feel your mouth surround my aching mound, and you let out a slow breath that caresses my folds with hot air through the wet material of my underwear. I lose it, letting out a cry of ecstasy as you press your tongue against me and push the material into my folds. First, teasing my wet hole and then exploring further downwards, the tip of your tongue now pushing the material into the tight circle of my ass.
My whole body shudders and I desperately want to reach out and grab at you, pulling you closer to me, wanting more, when you pull away, and my cry of enjoyment turns to a groan of frustration. You laugh and then grab me lightly around my hips and begin to turn me, flipping me over so that I’m now laying propped up mostly over the arm of the couch, my wet pussy and ass up on display beneath my underwear.
I can’t help myself and give my hips a little wiggle, hoping to entice you to take me right then and there, but all I’m rewarded with is a quick slap to first one side of my ass, and then the other. I close my eyes and drop my head, biting my bottom lip to silence myself once more as I feel your hands and fingers slowly caress and massage my ass, then the back of my thighs, and then over my swollen lips, teasing me once more, before ever so slowly pulling my underwear down and finally exposing both of my wet, open holes.
You lean over me gently, the roughness of your jeans and hard outline of your cock brushing into my wet folds and the back of my legs. One hand grips my hair tightly, pulling my head to the side as you place your fingers along my mouth, encouraging me to open up. I spread my lips and you push two of your fingers into my mouth as I suck them and lick them and cover them with my spit, lubing them up for you, for me.
Leaning back again, you tease those wet fingers along my folds, gently over my clit, making me jump, and upwards across my wet hole. I try to push my hips back against you, but you pull your fingers away at the same time, then press them into me once more as my hips fall back into place. Oh, this is awful. I love it. Your fingers slide along my wet lips again, rubbing my clit a little harder this time, before sliding upwards again and finally, two of them push all the way into me. I groan and shove my hips back into you, feeling your knuckles rub against my pubic bone.
We fall into a rhythm for a few moments, me humping your hand, grinding myself into you, feeling two of your fingers filling me over and over. I close my eyes and start to give into the sensations running through my body, the feel of your hand on my back, the string of lights digging into my arms and wrists, the waves of pleasure running through me.
Then your fingers slide out of me, and move upwards, teasing my ass. You don’t press them into me, just rub them against my tight hole, and I jump at the first touch, the feeling is so naughty. Once more I find myself thrusting my hips backwards, wanting more, but you pull away again. My vagina is throbbing and I can feel wetness on my thighs. “Babe,” I whisper, unable to help myself, my legs shaking.
The couch shifts once more, and then you’re laying down underneath me. I can look down at you through my arms, your face glowing in the lights, and as your below me, my pussy is wide open and on display for you. “I love Christmas goodies,” I hear you say quietly.
You grab me around my thighs and pull me into you, shifting me a little so I’m straddling your face, and then your tongue is finally on me; hot, wet and firm, caressing my folds and swirling around my clit. You pull it between your lips and lick and suck it gently as your fingers find their way back inside of me, three of them now pushing deeply into me.
I’m in heaven, slowly grinding myself into you as your fingers wiggle and hit my g-spot and your warm tongue circles my clit, flicking it a little. We start to work ourselves into a rhythm again, and once more I feel a rise of pleasure through my body as my orgasm approaches, my heart rate speeds up, and my hands grip the arm of the couch tightly.
This is enough for me, but you aren’t done. I feel you slowly remove your fingers from me, and your mouth moves from me also as you first suck the juices off those three fingers, and then wet two from your other hand. Then as you slide three of your fingers back into me, my wet tightness opening up to accept you, your other hand moves upwards and two fingers from that hand make their way slowly to my exposed asshole. Gently, you lightly push and caress around my rosebud as your mouth moves back to my clit.
A loud cry escapes my lips, I can’t contain my moans now as I grind into you, three fingers slamming into me again and again, the pads of your other fingers teasing my clenched ass open, your tongue on my clit, pulling on it and sucking on it and driving me wild. My knees are shaking and I feel like my body may give out under me as my toes tighten and my breath hitches in my throat.
I scream out your name as I push my hips and pussy into your face, my arms pulling on the Christmas lights and the colors twinkling all around me. Your fingers thrust harder and deeper into me as my pussy walls contract around you and your mouth caresses my clit. I can feel my asshole muscles twitching as my body explodes, and the tip of one of your finger slips inside my ass, pushing my orgasm just a little more.
My legs are shaking so badly now I can barely hold myself up, and I lean forward more on the arm of the couch for support, expecting you to slide out from under me. But you press your mouth harder into my spasming pussy as all four of your fingers slowly slide deeper inside of me, alternating between three deep in my vagina and one in my ass. I glance down between my arms to see your eyes closed, pussy juices all over your face glistening red, yellow, green, blue in the glow of the Christmas lights. I moan as you find my sweet spot once more, another orgasm not far behind as I close my eyes, relaxing my ass and letting you have your way with me beside the tree.
Happy Holidays my friends, thanks for reading!
Much Love,
Author Carissa McIntyre,
Lady Mack Xo
