We’re wrapping Christmas gifts for family and friends while holiday music plays in the background. It’s three nights before Christmas and there’s a decent sized pile of gifts ready to go at the end of the table. Yours all look immaculate, as if professionally done, meanwhile mine are mostly going into gift bags at this point since thrice now you’ve taken over my elementary-school-esque attempts while I was wrapping gifts in paper.
“You know,” I say with sass in my voice and a candy cane tucked into my cheek, “Santa doesn’t like show-offs.” I nod at your perfect packages.
“Hah, and your attempts at wrapping presents is liable to put you on the naughty list permanently,” you jest back at me.
“They weren’t *that* bad,” I say and get up to top off our wine glasses while “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” plays.
You pull me into your lap as soon as I set the wine bottle back down. I squeal and laugh at the unexpected gesture. You smile and pick up a ribbon. You delicately tie it in a bow around my wrist.
I look over your handiwork. It’s a silky red ribbon with faint gold script knotted perfectly in a large picturesque bow. “Do not open before Christmas,” I read aloud.
“Yes, you’re on the nice list so far, baby girl,” you say seriously, “But if you want to remain there between now and Christmas, you’re not to be touched.”
My smile and happy mood clouds up a bit. “What?– You won’t play with me until Christmas?!,” I say loudly in disbelief.
“And *you* won’t play with you either,” you add smugly.
You watch me mull it over. “Good girls get extra presents,” you add, kissing my ribboned wrist.
I grin big wondering what it could be. I decide I’d like to find out. “I’ll be good!,” I say, smiling again.
We finish up wrapping gifts and you’re kind enough not to tease me before bed. I keep my red ribbon reminder on when I crawl into bed slightly tipsy from the holiday wine.
You’re less kind throughout the next couple days.
You grope and grab me in less than innocent ways and hint at things deviously all day long– Forever finding ways to put what I can’t have on my mind.
I finally make it to Christmas Eve, filled with excitement for the holiday and how I’ve made it this far despite your gestures.
“Hey, princess?” You call from a couple rooms away. I come to find you in a doorway. You point up at mistletoe and kiss me. It starts out innocent, but the long deep kiss quickly becomes a hot make out that leaves me more desperate than I care to admit.
You suck on my lower lip and I stifle a moan midway through. My cheeks flush red and I feel your lips against mine smile.
“Yeah?,” you ask feigning surprise at my lust. I divert my eyes to the floor and feel my face blush further.
You laugh, “You gonna be able to make it through tonight, precious?”
“You did this on purpose,” I whine, flustered. Unable to stand still, squirming in place.
“I simply kissed you,” you say smirking, knowing better.
I walk away with an exasperated sigh in a hurry to busy my mind with thoughts that aren’t so naughty.
You laugh, but leave me be for the rest of the day.
I’m not so lucky in the evening. You work out and walk about shirtless for awhile afterwards. Purposefully tormenting me in subtle ways– You shower and conveniently holler for me from the bathroom.
I enter the steamy room. “Yes?,” I ask, my tone laden with attitude, shaking my head.
“Can you pass me a towel?,” you say rinsing soap suds down your body.
I sigh heavily and grab one from the linen closet. I hold it out to you and you take your sweet time finishing up before taking it from me.
“I know what you’re doing,” I say annoyed.
“It isn’t keeping you from watching,” you say confidently.
I blush and scoff, walking away from you yet again frustrated.
I avoid you the rest of the evening. I even get in bed early in hopes of bringing the next day sooner. Little kids go to bed early in hopes Santa will come sooner, I go to bed early in hopes that I will come sooner.
“Remember,” you shout from the living room when I turn off the bedroom light, “Do not open before Christmas!”
I huff a response and pull the covers up to my chin. I lie there wishing I was dreaming of sugarplums, instead of daydreaming about getting pounded by you. I finally doze off after a couple restless hours.
I wake up to you getting in bed. I turn over to face away from you and notice the clock– it’s just after midnight.
I smile big, “I made it!,” I squeal with delight.
“No, it’s still late,” you say.
“But *technically* it’s Christmas, it’s past midnight!,” I say, unraveling my ribbon reminder. It’s wrinkled and has been re-tied so many times over the last few days.
You’re a fair man, you know I’m right even if this wasn’t your intention. You didn’t specify a time.
You exhale a laugh, “Alright, princess,” you say, reaching over to the nightstand. “You *have* been a very good girl.”
I squirm anxiously, wondering what I get for being so good these last few days.
“Turn over– on your stomach,” you say. I watch you squeeze something into your hands.
Your frame straddles my thighs and massages lotion into my back and shoulders.
“Good girls get massages?,” I ask confused.
“You’ll see in a moment,” you say. There’s a smile in your voice that I don’t trust.
You work the lotion into me– gently massaging it into my back, neck, arms, and ass. It does indeed feel nice, but I’m surprised this is the reward I get for complying.
“Turn over,” you whisper near my ear, unstraddling me so I can follow your instruction.
I turn over and you begin massaging lotion into me gingerly. You start with my chest, and soon reach my breasts. You massage them lovingly, and after a moment I understand what you meant.
My nipples start to tingle at a sensation my skin elsewhere didn’t notice. I breathe deeply– it’s peppermint lotion! The peppermint oil in the lotion offers a delicious warm, tingly sensation to my sensitive nipples.
I squirm slightly at your touch and my eyes meet yours; you realize I’m no longer in the dark.
“How’s that feel?,” you ask, your lotioned hands trailing down my torso.
“Warming and tingling,” I say desperately, shifting needily as your hands roam.
“Good,” you say, reapplying more peppermint lotion to your hands and rubbing it into my thighs.
I sigh, anxious for what’s to come.
You massage all along my upper and inner thighs, and my pubic area. Touching me so close and so far from all the places I want you to touch.
“Pleeeeease,” I cry out as you near my pussy.
“I don’t think you need lotion there,” you say, “I can see your plenty slick already.”
I buck my hips and whine an unintelligible, needy response.
“If you insist, princess,” you smirk, placing a lotion-coated finger on my labia and rubbing it up my slit to my clit.
I gasp at your touch and moan a moment later as the fiery warmth spreads. It grows quickly, and seems to reach my core.
You circle my clit softly; the sensation is intensely hot in so many ways. My back arches into your touch.
“Oh, this is gonna be too easy,” you say. “Open up for me,” you say nudging my thigh and settling between my legs.
Your lips meet my labia near my clit and your tongue immediately finds my swollen, tingling bundle of nerves. I buck against your tongue’s touch and you hold my lower half down, your arms wrapping under and over my hips.
The tip of your tongue works my clit quickly, until I’m a quaking mess cumming against it a minute later.
Your tongue explores my labia, spreading my wetness around. The cooling/fiery, wet sensation is so different. I feel overwhelmed, but want more.
You do, too, it seems. You reposition yourself without my begging.
You glide your cock along my slit, coating your tip in my dewy wetness. I moan as you dip your cock between my fold and slide it along teasingly.
I can tell you can feel it– a slow, wicked hint of warmth, the burn. The sensation starts faintly and quickly builds. Your urgency builds with it. Soon your teasing ceases and suddenly you’re very slowly sinking into my depths.
“You are the naughtiest girl on the nice list,” you say, fully inside me.
You fuck me, keeping your promise that good girls get extra presents– I cum over and over again.
*–Merry Christmas*
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