Megan took her time, circling him a bit, slapping the bare butt cheeks, sliding her palms all over inches of naked male flesh.
Coming full circle again, she pulled at one end of the bow, feeling it gave way, the bloody red ribbon fell to the floor.
“Oh my! Have I been a good girl this year? Santa gave me a huuuge present !” she feigned total shock, batting her eyelids at him.
His grin was blinding, those eyes were already a few shades darker as desire swirled in them.
Her present decided that it was time for taking the situation in his own hands…
Grabbing her by the front of her shirt, he jerked her closer, nipping her earlobe, he murmured in her ear.
“Ho ho ho baby…..don’t you know..I’m the Santa AND the present.
You just whisper in my ear and I’ll make sure you get what you wish
for.”
“But..but I thought I was suppose to sit on Santa’s lap before I can whisper anything to him.” She pouted so prettily.
An eyebrow arched into the air. He caught up at that moment. HHHmmmmm
Taking her hand, he led her towards the couch. Sitting down, he slapped on his thigh.
“So you wanna ask Santa something, sweet thing?”
“Yes.” She sat down.
“Have you been a good girl this year?”
“Very….I’ve always been a good girl..although….” she rolled her eyes, leaning in.
“I have to confess something, but first you have to promise you wont take my present away because of it.”
“Oh, I promise. You can tell me anything.” He stroke her hair, brushing the tip of his thumb over the pulse point in her neck so briefly, she thought she might have imagined it.
“Well..you see..I have met this guy…but he is such a baaad influence…and I’m a good girl Santa…really…but he makes me do naughty things..”
His frown wasn’t convincing.
“You better tell me his name. I’ll make sure he doesn’t get any
presents next year!”
She leaned towards his ear.
“His name is Jon, he is a rock star.” She answered in her sweetest voice, making sure her mouth was so close, that her lips brushed over his earlobe, she sneaked a little lick in as well and smiled like a cat that got the cream, as she felt him shiver.
“Jon huh? Now what does he do to make you do naughty things….”
“You promise you wont get mad?”
“Santa never gets mad.”
“Oh ok then…weeeellllll…he likes to kiss me…”
“Is that all? How does he kiss you, a quick peck on the lips?”
Her eyes widened as she shook her head.
“Oohh no…he kinda ..uumm..well maybe I should show you..he does this…..”
Swooping in she caught his lips with hers…her tongue demanding to be inside. Jon’s pulse kicked into high gear. She pulled away.
“Wow ..yeah that is out of line. Now what do you do when he kisses you like that?”
“I kinda like it when he kisses me like that..does that make me a bad girl? When he kisses me like that I just cant help it..and then I..I like to touch him….he has lots and lots of fur Santa..and I love my toys to be furry. I touch him here…..and here….”
Her fingers fluttered over his chest, not missing the sensitive nipples peeking from the fur, when her finger dipped into his navel, he hissed, arching into her like a cat.
“Oh fuck me…”
“Excuse me Santa?” she could hardly contain her chuckle.
He blinked for a moment, fighting for control. He was no damn good as a Santa, he was sure she could feel his hard on already.
“I don’t blame you, you poor girl. He is the bad man for making you do things like that. Come here you sweet thing.”
Pulling her into his arms, she sighed as she laid her head on his shoulder. Her breath tickled his neck, sweet, warm breath.
He patted her as if soothing a child but when his hands cupped and squeezed her ass, she knew this Santa spelled trouble with a big T.
“Oh you are so nice to me, not like that Jon guy. He is just terrible.”
“So there’s more?”
“Oh much more! Do you want to hear?”
“Don’t let me stop you, please.” He gave her a sexy grin.
“He likes it when I sit on his lap too, but only this way.” She stood up for a brief moment, lifting her skirts, she scooted onto his thighs, pressing into the hardness of his erection. She didn’t mention it.
Straddling him fully, she could see his pulse racing in his neck, his pupils swallowing the blueness of his irises.
“Maybe he feels cold when he asks you to sit like this.” He offered with an evil glint in his eyes.
“You might be right. He wants me to sit reaaaalll close, but the thing that confuses me is…” He was staring at the hint of breast.
“Santa? Are you listening to me?”
“Yes..yes of course.” He licked his lips and Megan felt a thrill tapping down her spine.
Was she going to be dinner tonight?
“So what confuses you?”
She had his attention again.
“He likes it when I do this…….”
Nipping along his shoulders, she licked as she covered his neck, biting down on his adam’s apple, nibbling along his jaw line.
“Sssssssssssssssssssss……holy shit…”
“Are you cold too now?” Santa was having a hard time controlling himself….
“Just a tiny bit..but if I put my hands in there I should warm up quickly…”
Slipping his hand underneath her shirt, he brushed over her heated skin, scraping it with his nails, seeking the path to her full mounds.
Megan quivered at his expert touch.
“Oh Santa you are the one that’s naughty now!” Her hands buried in his hair, the Santa hat slipped but she didn’t even bother to put it back.
He buried his face in between her valley, sniffing at her unique sweet scent.
“How did you know he does that too?”
“Santa knows everything little girl..everything…I even know that he does this….”
Creeping his hands towards her thighs, he traced tiny patterns towards her womanhood. Heat radiated from her and he knew if he touched her, he would feel tiny wet pearls on those dark curls.
Slipping inside her panties, his thumb strummed over her nub.
Megan whimpered and sucked in her bottom lip.
Lord… I’m lost…so deliciously lost….
He robbed her of her shirt, letting the bra fall to the ground. The heat of the flames warmed her back, yanking her suddenly forward, her nipples flattened against his chest.
Teeth clamped down on her chin, nudging it higher, he licked his way down the slender column of her neck, tasting the saltiness of her skin, marveling at how soft she was, how perfect.
“Grab on tight darlin’. Santa wanna take you somewhere.” His voice was gruff.
Twining her arms around him, she felt his body tense as all muscles worked to lift them up. Hooking her ankles together, she let him carry her.
“My Santa you u carry a might big gun! What do you do with it?” he was stabbing into her.
“I punish naughty girls with it..now are you naughty or nice?”
“I came to the conclusion that I’m a naughty girl after all. Are you going to punish me now?” Her teasing eyes drove him insane.
Her back hit the lush rug.
“Then I have to punish you really hard!” he growled..
Her hips whipped up as he violently tugged at the skirt, the panties followed soon after.
“Is it going to hurt?” there was that deceiving little voice again.
“It all depends on you…now turn around.” He gave her the evil eye.
She did as she was told. Excitement rammed through her like a freight train. His hands stroked tenderly across the smooth, pink skin….Megan braced herself.
SLAP!
“ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!”
“Naughty girls need a firm hand.”
“I’m sorry Santa…I’ll be a good girl..I promise. Oh god!”
His fingers had slip down the slight crease starting at her back and
slipped in between the slickness.
“Hhmmmmm…I like it.”
Megan grinded down onto his rubbing fingers, she was on fire, the trail simmered in her core and slithered down towards her secret place.
A stinging slap made her gasp, only heightening the pleasure. Jon felt her convulse the moment the slap registered and smiled.
So his wife liked a slap or two huh?
Her body swayed as it spiraled inside her, knowing how eager she would accept him, he gripped her hips, pulling her back as he reared forward.
Their coming together was explosive. Her stunned cry and his satisfied grunt blended so well together. He paused for a moment, just enjoying how deeply seated he was. She squeezed him so tight, it felt right..so right.
Megan broke the immobility as she pushed back onto him, her rhythm took a wild turn and soon they were all sweaty and panting, racing towards the building climax.
Jon suddenly withdrew, leaving Megan stunned.
“Nooooo!”
“Whoaaa babygirl…easy now.” He coaxed her onto her back. The wild ride was fun but he wanted to see her beautiful face, taste those sweet lips.
This time his entry was controlled, the love shining from his eyes, left Megan speechless, the gentle smile tucking at the corner of his lips, somewhat vulnerable.
Twining his hands with hers, he brought them upwards, the motion perking her breasts close to his mouth. He zoomed in, savoring the rosy peaks, drawing a breathy moan from her. Her hips flicked upwards, bringing on a tiny pulse from deep within.
Rearing upwards, his eyes burned into hers, demanding to keep contact with him.
Their bodies danced together in perfect union, their eyes devouring each other.
“Tell me you love me.” He whispered from a parched throat.
“I love you Jon..always.” her eyes confirmed the fact.
Their union took them on wings of love..eternal love…love no man could manage to take from them.
They shuddered together as the volcano erupted, leaving them drained and breathless. Rolling her over, he folded her in his arms, stroking the sweaty bangs from her face.
“Did you like Santa’s surprise?” he kissed a drop from the bridge of her nose.
“Oh lord yes…it was a big surprise!” she snuggled into his chest, brushing at the wet fur.
Silence fell over them, their lovemaking took its toll and she felt herself drifting off. She was where she always wanted to be, safe in his arms.
“You do know how much I love you don’t you?” his voice soaked in.
“Uhuh…I know.”
She opened her eyes and felt a fuzzy warmth as electric blue eyes swept over her face.
“You’re my heart, my sanity, my conscience. May the lord spare us for many more Christmases and times like these. My life is so perfect and full right now…I don’t want it any other way. I wanted someone to share my life with and He sent me an angel…a rock…my rock angel.” He laughed softly.
“We were made for each other then…a rock star with his rock angel. Perfect!” She closed her eyes as she felt his lips feathered onto hers.
The End.
