The Christmas gift

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Well here is somthing a little more seasonal for you....wrote it xmas 2 years ago

It's Christmas eve, and they have finally gotten the children in bed.
What a chore! 5 children so eager to see what santa has brought for
them. It's a miracle that they fell asleep at all. She tells him that
she's going to go take a shower and get into her robe, ready for an
evening of wrapping gifts and putting toys together. She lights the
candle in the bathroom, letting the soft scent of vanilla fill the air.
How she loves that smell, making her feel so warm and delicious inside.
Slipping out of her sweats she steps into the shower. She massages her
shoulders, so tense from the busy day of activity. She washes quickly,
knowing they have so much work to do. Turning the water off and
slipping into her robe, wrapping a towel around her long hair. Her mind
drifts again, thinking how she loves to feel his hands in her hair,
brushing it slowly. She leaves the bathroom going back downstairs to
join the man she loves. The lights are dimmed, and she hears soft music
on the radio. Looking around, wondering what was going on, she sees him
sitting on the floor in front of the tree, a bottle of sparkling cider
and fresh fruit. What's this she wonders, a bit confused. He stands,
coming to her, seeing the confusion in her eyes. He silences her
questions with a kiss. He takes her hand and lowers her to the floor
next to the tree. Unwinding the towel from her hair, his fingers
running through the damp tresses. She sighs softly, enjoying the quiet
moment together. His lips lower to her neck, kissing her softly. She
was really unprepared for this, and is taken by surprise. She looks at
him, wondering what he has in store, but he just smiles. His hands
lower to the belt on the robe beginning to loosen it. Her heart stops,
her hands go to his. Her old fears and lack of self esteem come back.
They've made love before, but always in the dark. Even the little
lights of the tree make her nervous. He takes her hands in his, kissing
the softly, and tells her that this is what he wants for Christmas...
her to give herself to him completely, no reservations, no holding
back. She starts to talk, but he silences her once again with a kiss.
His lips so soft and gentle, how they melt her heart. She feels her
reservations start to slip away. How she loves this man, and only
wishes that he could be inside her heart to know it's true. She feels
her robe slip open, his lips caressing her shoulder as he lowers it
down. Her body trembles a bit, unsure if out of fear or excitement. He
takes a pillow from nearby and places it behind her, lowering her back.
Gazing into her eyes he tells her that she is his one and only, and
that he will always love her, no matter what. That he needs her to be
open and free with him, not scared. He takes a strawberry and dips it
in the glass of sparkling cider. Tracing her lips with it, then taking
a bite, bringing his lips to hers. Sharing the luscious fruit together,
as one. He takes another, dipping it once again, this time tracing her
nipples. Her soft moans are music to his ears. The lights from the
christmas tree glitter against her now wet nipples. She takes her hands
and moves them to his face, but he pushes them away. Telling her that
this is his night, his gift, and he wants to do it his way. Confused,
not knowing why he wouldn't want her to please him the way she always
does, he explains. His dream is to make love to her like no other man
has, to make her forget the past, and only think of him. He knows she's
been with others, though it's rarely discussed. He tells her how this
intimidates him somewhat, and he wants to give her the most pleasure
imaginable. All she can do is look in his eyes and nod. His lips once
again find her neck, feeling her pulse racing. He knows this is her
weakness, and he can bring her close to orgasm just from nibbling and
kissing her neck. Her hands clench the fabric of her robe as she tries
to remain in control. She feels his hands lightly cup her breast now,
his thumb rubbing against her nipple. He notices that her hips have
begun to move a bit, this pleasing him immensely. Moving his mouth
down, he traces the dark rim of her areola. Her nipples are perfect, he
loves to taste them suck on them. She feels his teeth as the tug a bit
on each, biting her lip to hold back her moans. He tells her no... no
holding back. He wants it all, and tonight she will give it to him. He
parts her thighs slowly, kneeling between them. Her soft mound damp
from the shower (or something else perhaps?) glistening in the light.
His finger tips trace down her stomach, feeling it quiver beneath his
touch. He slides a finger between her lips, happy at what he finds. She
has not disappointed him. He feels her so wet, so eager for him. He
takes another strawberry, dipping it once again in the cider, then
parting her lips slowly, sliding it inside her. She tries to sit up,
shocked at this, but his hand pushes her down gently. He takes the
strawberry out, bringing it to her lips. Taste it for me he asks. Her
tongue circles around it slowly, the scent of the cider, strawberry and
her delicious juices filling her senses. She bites it, enjoying every
bit of it. She closes her eyes, resting back on the pillow once again
His fingers once again slide inside her, 2 at first, 3, then 4. He
knows how she loves it. Her hips begin to move against him once again.
He lowers his head, feeling the warmth coming from her against his
face. His tongue reaches out and traces her lips. He hears her gasp,
and chuckles softly to himself. He starts to flick his tongue across
her clit, very slowly at first. He can feel it throb, can see how big
it's gotten. His fingers still moving in and out of her, deeper and
deeper, so coated with her sweet juices. He slides one out, and moves
it down to the tight little hole of her ass. As he pushes against it,
he hears her whisper "oh god". Music to his ears. He begins to nibble
and suck on her clit, harder, faster. He notices that her hands are no
longer at her side, but now squeezing her breasts and pinching her
nipples. His hand reaches down and unties the string of his silk pajama
bottoms, letting them slip right off. His cock is so hard right now,
begging to be inside her, but he waits. He knows she is close to orgasm
now, so he slows down. Whimpering, she looks at him, asking why. He
just laughs. He tells her to turn over. Looking at him puzzled, he just
says... do it. She does so, resting on the pillow. He takes a few more,
sliding them beneath her so her ass is in the air. He spreads her legs
wide, her pussy fully exposed to him. He sees her juices just dripping
out, how it's slipped between her ass cheeks. He buries his face inside
her, this time not so slowly. His hands on her hips, pulling her closer
to him, his tongue going deeper and deeper. Her body starts to tremble
as he feels the first waves of orgasm flood over her. Oh how he wants
this, her to cover his lips, his face with her delicious cum. She bites
into to the pillow muffling her sounds as he continues, not letting up.
He knows how sensitive she is right after orgasm, but tonight he
doesn't care, he wants it all. His fingers move inside her slowly, his
tongue sliding between her ass. She begs him no, saying she can't take
anymore, but he knows better. He knows she's just scared. He pushes his
fingers inside her ass, god she's so tight. His cock is now pressing
against her pussy, aching to be inside. He slides it between her lips,
teasing her clit with it. He starts to push his cock inside her,
slowly. He feels her muscles still contracting from her orgasm,
tightening around him. Deeper now, harder he pushes, he hears her
whisper "**** me". He grabs her hips, pulling her to him, his balls now
slapping against her ass. Her nails digging into the pillow, thrusting
against him, she tells him how she needs him. He feels the cum rising
from within, ready to pour into her. Her muscles tighten around him,
wrapping around his cock, stroking it from within. He starts to cum
just as she does, bodies quivering together, moans echoing in the room.
He collapses on her, still moving slowly inside. He holds her close,
feeling her tremble, her breath ragged. He whispers in her ear Merry
Christmas my love, thank you.

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kudos. good job with this story...