All She Wants for XXX-Mas: An Erotic Christmas Romance Story (4 page)

“Take this off,” she told him, tugging on his black Henley T-shirt. He obliged, ripping off the shirt to reveal his chiseled chest and abs. He had the best body of anyone she’d ever been with, and she couldn’t get enough of it. She licked his chest playfully, tracing a long, slow line from between his nipples all the way up to his neck. He held his chin out above her and closed his eyes, savoring the touch of her tongue on his skin.

Michael pulled Christie up off of her back, and in a swift motion moved into a sitting position and threw her onto his lap. She loved the way he could just throw her around like that. She pulled her own shirt over her head now, and began grinding her hips into him as she undid her bra. He held her ass in both hands and pulled her closer into him. “Suck my tits,” she commanded, gasping as he took her breast into his mouth. She ran her fingers through his curly black hair as he sucked her nipple greedily. As the pleasure built up further, she clutched his head in both hands.

Finally, she pushed his head away. Now it was his turn. She kissed him again, hard, and reached down to undo his jeans. As she undid his belt buckle, she could already feel his throbbing, hard dick through the fabric. She pulled his jeans and down and took his cock out of his boxers. He had the most beautiful dick she’d ever seen. She began stroking it slowly as she stared lustfully into his eyes.

“Oh my God,” groaned Michael, as his cock twitched in pleasure. He threw his head back and shut his eyes. Christy stroked him expertly. She loved to see the effect she was having on him. It made her as wet as if she was the one being pleasured.

“You like that?” she asked him, in a teasing, innocent voice. He groaned again, as a drop of pre-cum began to form at his tip. The sight of that was too much for Christie to resist. She lowered her head down to his lap and took his cock into her mouth. Michael let out a full-fledged moan this time, as Christie sucked his shaft all the way to the bottom.

But she didn’t want him to come yet; they were just getting started. She took his manhood out of her mouth and brought her head back up to his again. He grabbed her hair and kissed her, even more hungrily than before.

Michael pushed Christie off of him with animalistic ferocity. He pulled her jeans straight off of her, not even stopping to undo the button. She gasped, suddenly nude and lying prone on the couch. He kicked off his jeans as Christie watched him, taking in the show of a sexy man getting undressed.

“I want you so bad, Christie,” said Michael, and lay down on top of her on the couch. He took her breast into his mouth again, and pushed his hand between her legs. She was dripping wet now. He began stroking her clit as he sucked her nipple. She moaned.

Michael continued like this for a minute or two – she wasn’t sure how long exactly, since the overwhelming pleasure made her lose all sense of time. Then he pushed her body up so that his head was between her legs. He began licking and kissing her inner thighs, getting agonizingly close to her vagina but just avoiding her clit. It was torture, but it was wonderful. She squirmed as he teased her, trying to push her pussy into his mouth.

Finally, he appeased her, placing his tongue at the bottom of her labia and licking slowly up the length of her pussy. When he got to her clit, he brought his lips down around it and sucked gently. She moaned again. He kept this up for a while, until she could feel an orgasm rising within her. “Wait, I don’t want to come yet,” she managed to gasp between ragged breaths. “I want to feel you inside me.”

Michael stopped what he was doing, and looked her in the eye again. What he did next surprised her: he flipped her over onto her stomach, and pushed her knees roughly under her so that her upper body was draped over the edge of the couch. He grabbed her pussy with his hand again, keeping up the attention on her clit while he got himself into position. He loved taking her from behind, and she loved when he did it. As he slid his cock slowly into her, she felt her face contort in pleasure.

“Oh my God,” said Christie. “You’re so hard, Michael.” She swore he felt bigger than ever. He grunted in acknowledgment, and thrust even more deeply into her. She loved the way his cock felt inside her. “Oh my God, oh my God,” she kept repeating. He grabbed her in both his hands, throwing her onto his cock. Her breasts were bouncing over the side of the couch. She grabbed her left breast in her hand, squeezing it as she got fucked.

As Michael kept thrusting into her, the pace got faster and harder. Now they were groaning in unison. It was like a vicious cycle: as he got closer to orgasm, his dick swelled and got even harder, driving Christie to new ecstatic heights of her own. She knew she was about to come, but she was holding on as best she could. She wanted them to come together. Finally, she felt him tighten in climax. He let out a moan, and his nails dug tightly into her. That was the last straw. Her orgasm ripped through her body, just as she felt the first spurt of warm semen from his cock. She went limp as the pleasure coursed through her. For a few seconds, she was totally lost in bliss.

After Michael came, his mood changed from bestial arousal to one of tenderness. He pulled out of her and gingerly turned her over onto him. “Come here, babe,” he said softly. She grabbed his body and snuggled into him as he put his arm around her.

They were silent for a few minutes. Finally, Christie regained her voice. “That was perfect,” she said quietly.

Michael looked down at her. “I love you, Christie,” he said. It was the first time they’d said that to each other. She looked up at him and smiled, without a trace of doubt in her eyes. “I love you too, Michael,” she replied.

As they sat there on the couch, wrapped up in each other’s arms, they began to doze off into a deep, peaceful sleep. They’d both found love this Christmas, and it was the best present they could have gotten. As Christie drifted off to sleep, the last of line of a Christmas carol floated through her head: “Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.” She smiled softly to herself.

It was a very merry Christmas indeed.

Copyright 2012 Nathan Stratton. All rights reserved.

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Author’s Note:

I’ve always had an interest in writing erotic romance, but have only recently begun putting pen to paper in pursuit of this dream.

This story,
All She Wants for XXX-Mas
, was written in December 2012 as practice/preparation for my upcoming full-length erotic novel, due out in the spring of 2013.

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