A CHRISTMAS STORY ( XXX RATED ) Blog by FIDGET69
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It was already snowing when I got up in the morning and even though I thought I was a bit too old to care that much about it, I secretly wished that the snow would stay until Christmas. It was only two days. A white Christmas is something special and I hoped this one was going to be special. I really wanted a portable CD player. Dad said it was much too expensive, but I had the feeling that I was going to get it. The rest of the family had the day before Christmas off, but I still went to school and even though it was a Monday they had decided that we were going to school that day, not to have any lessons but to go to church, then eat cookies in the classrooms and wish everybody a merry Christmas. In the morning there was a bus to take me straight to school, but since I got off early I had to take two busses to get home. The first one was late but eventually it did come. When I got off to wait for the second bus, the driver stopped me. "Are you sure you want to get off? 507 might not come at all. The weather is getting worse and they've already cancel a lot of busses." "I have to. This is the closest to home you can get me." The driver shrugged. "Merry Christmas, then. I hope your bus is still running." I waited for twenty minutes after the time the bus should have been there. Not a single car has passed me and it looked like my wish had been granted: the snow was falling steadily and had been doing so all day. Drifts were forming everywhere and judging from the layer on top of the house opposite the shelter where I stood, shuddering in the cold, the blanket of snow was getting close to two feet thick. I began to feel alone and abandoned. I wouldn't stand a chance if I tried to walk the five miles home, but I had to do something. My options were limited. There were three houses: one opposite the bus stop and two a little farther away, all looking deserted. I chose the nearest. I was quite relieved when I heard footsteps on the other side of the door. A girl my age opened the door. "Hi. I think the busses have stopped. Could I borrow your phone and call my parents? My dad will come and pick me up." "Sure," she said and ushered me in. "But I don't think your parents will come. Almost all the roads are closed and the police advice people to stay indoors. They use the military's tracked vehicles as ambulances." "Shit. How am I going to get home?" "I think you're stuck here. My parents just called to say that they can't get home. They went up to visit my sister this morning. It's only about fifteen miles." "I better call my parents anyway." I did and they were very happy to hear from me, but they couldn't pick me up and asked if I could stay where I were. I turned to the girl. "Can I stay here until the weather gets better?" "Sure." That was it and I hung up. "Thanks. It will probably stop snowing soon and then I can go home." "It's okay. I don't mind some company. I'm not really used to being alone in the house." Normally I was not talkative around girls but she was easy to talk to. Perhaps it was because we were alone and didn't know each other. Her name was Lisa and her school was closed on the twenty-third, so she had been home all day. We talked until it was dark outside. The snow was still falling. Lisa's parents called again to say that they stayed at Lisa's sister's place for the night. Lisa told them about me. I don't know what her parents said but Lisa said she was glad I was there because she didn't like to be alone. We turned on the radio. The forecast was snow, snow, snow and wind. A high-pressure front had not moved as anticipated and it looked like the snow was going to continue for at least 24 hours, perhaps longer. All roads were closed and the situation was serious. The general message was "Stay indoors". "We're not going to starve," Lisa said, when she had turned off the radio. "The fridge is about to burst. Can you cook?" "No, not really. Can you?" "A little. Let's see if we can find something I know how to cook." Lisa found a big sausage. We both knew how to peal potatoes and it turned out to be fun cooking together. After we had eaten we watched TV, wondering how they always can get a camera crew out to get pictures no matter how severe the weather is. There were pictures of people being rescued from their cars and a lot of very scenic snow landscapes. The wind had picked up and was causing drifts more than three feet high. It looked fantastic, but we were both very happy that we were indoors. We continued to watch the telly and talk. It was obvious that I'd have to stay the night, but we didn't talk about it until it was around ten o'clock. Lisa put me up in her sister's old room. It was kind of strange that we were the only people in the house. Lisa let me use the bathroom first and as I lay in my bed I could hear her on the other side of the wall. A few minutes later the house was completely quiet. All I could hear was the snow on the window. The weather hadn't changed much during the night. Neither of us could recall seeing so much snow before. I still hoped that I'd be able to get home and I guess Lisa hoped her parents would make it home before Christmas Eve, but the forecast shattered all hopes. Normally, I would be home celebrate Christmas the twenty-fourth in the evening, walking around the tree holding hands and singing Christmas carols before exchanging gifts. I'd never been without my family on Christmas Eve before and the thought of it was kind of sad. I tried not to think too much about it. Lisa wanted to decorate the tree, which meant that we had to get it from the shed behind the house. If the door had opened out instead of in we had never been able to open it. We had to dig our way across to the shed by hand. The shovel was in the shed, too. When we finally carried the tree into the living room we were very warm and sweaty. The tree was so beautiful when we had finished decorating it. "You know, it's the first time I've ever decorated a Christmas tree. It's always my dad doing it and the rest of us are not allowed to see it until after we've eaten. Have you done it before?" "Yes, once. I did it last year because dad had broken his leg," Lisa said. "But it's much better doing it with you." She blushed and I didn't know what to say. I felt the same way, even though I'd never done it before. While I was desperately trying to find a suitable reply, the lights went out. "It probably a fuse," I said. "Do you know how to fix it?" "Yes. Just show me where the fuse box is." "I don't know." We went looking for the fuse box and found it, but to no avail. The snow and wind had probably brought down the cables. Lisa retrieved a lot of candles and candlesticks and we put them up all over the living room. We didn't light them. It was still day, even though it was very grey and dark outside. It took about an hour before we noticed that it was getting awfully cold. "Oh god," Lisa said. "The central heating is gone, too. Perhaps we have run out of oil?" "No. It uses electricity to fire up. Doesn't make much difference. Do you have any firewood or is the fireplace only decorative?" "We have loads of wood in the shed. Let's go get it before we freeze to death." Getting it from the shed was enough to bring the heat back. We lit up and sat down to think things over. Whatever cooking we were going to do was to be done over open fire. The fireplace was never designed to heat the whole house, so we had to stay in the living room. As it grew darker we lit the candles and played cards in front of the fire. It was quite cosy. After we had eaten Lisa's parents called. Lisa was a bit sad after she'd talked to them. I called my parents and assured them that I was okay. My mother was a bit worried about the fire hazard and told me to be careful. Lisa was starring at tree when I hung up. "We have no presents," she said. "I don't know where they are and anyway, it wouldn't be right to open them when mum and dad aren't here." It was kind of sad. But then I remembered the box of chocolate I'd bought for mum. It was not a Christmas present, more a way of showing that I had turned eighteen and was a grownup now. Dad always bought mum flowers on Christmas day, so I the chocolate was a very good idea. "I have a present for you," I said. "Just wait here." I went out, found the box in my bag and put it under the tree. Lisa just sat there. She looked a little sad, almost as if she was going to cry. "I don't have anything for you," she finally said. "It's okay. I should have announced that I was coming around for Christmas." Lisa smiled. She got up and began to light the candles on the tree. When she had finished she took my hand. It felt warm and I was grateful that, for once, I didn't have sweaty hands. It felt a little awkward when she began to sing but I join in and we walked around the tree together, hand in hand. Lisa looked genuinely happy when she opened the present. She held it as if it was a fine and expensive piece of jewellery. We ate a piece each and then some of the cookies her mum had baked. For a brief second I missed my mother's cookies and my family, but our Christmas was almost better, sitting in the flickering lights of the candles and the fire. Open fire gives a different kind of heat; a nice heat, very suitable for Christmas. We watched the candles burn low on the tree, but we blew them out before there was any danger of the tree catching fire. Soon, some of the other candles died out and we began to think about sleeping arrangement. We had to sleep in the living room, so we hauled two mattresses down from upstairs along with duvets and pillows and arranged the mattresses end to end in front of the fire. That way we could easily put another log on the fire during the night. Lisa went to the bathroom first and she was already under her duvet when I returned. I kept my shirt and jocks on, but as soon as I was under the duvet I realised that it was too hot to wear the shirt and I took it off. "Thank you for a lovely Christmas evening," Lisa said. "Thank you. If it hadn't been for you I'd be outside, freezing to death." Lisa giggled. "I'm not freezing. Perhaps we're too close to the fire." "Perhaps. Do you want to move?" "Yes, I think so." We got up and moved the mattresses. Lisa had a short T-shirt and panties on. I tried to look at her without her noticing, but she saw me. She wasn't angry; she just smiled. When we were back under the duvet, she groaned. "Pew, it's still too hot." "Do you want to move again?" "No, this is perfect," she said and slipped her arms under the duvet. "I'll just take the shirt off." She blushed and giggled shyly when she tossed the shirt on the floor. I could see her shoulders but I couldn't see any bra straps. The sight of her bare shoulders was very exciting. We were quiet for some time, giggling timidly when our eyes met. "You know what?" she asked and when I shook my head she continued: "We are lying under the mistletoe." I looked up and there it was. Lisa inched herself a little closer to me. I did the same, then Lisa, then me, until we were as close as we could get without touching each other. I could smell her and feel her breath. She had a lovely scent. We stayed like that for a while, unsure of which one of us should move the final fraction of an inch. I don't know who did, but our lips touched. It was a brief kiss like you would kiss your sister. I didn't know much about kissing other than what I'd heard, but enough to know what a french kiss was. Our lips touched again and this time I tentatively tried to open my mouth a little. Lisa did, too, and her lips felt so incredibly soft and warm. The heat spread through my body like fire spread in a pool of petrol. Our tongues touched and the kiss just went on and on. I was short of breath and my cheeks were burning when we stopped kissing. Lisa had a wonderful glow in her eyes and her cheeks looked just as hot as mine felt. "I've never... done it before, you know, with a boy." "Me neither," I replied with a hoarse voice. "I want to. I think it's meant to be tonight. That's why your bus didn't come and you came here. It's what Christmas is all about: love, giving and receiving, being together, don't you think." I had to clear my throat before I could answer: "Yes." Silence followed. I was very exciting but unsure of what to do next. I guess I was afraid, too; afraid of making a fool of myself, not knowing what to do. Boys were supposed to know such things and I did know, technically at least. We'd learned about sex in school, but I felt I missed some essential knowledge. How do you get started? How do you get from lying here, facing a girl, to the stage where you can touch her "erogenous zones" and actually make love? They hadn't taught us anything about that part of it and what I'd heard from more experienced boys didn't help, either. They also skipped that part when they bragged about their conquests. It would have been easier if we had been lying side by side. As it were, one of us would have to get up, and to me it was an almost insurmountable barrier. Lisa finally put her arms under the duvet again and after a lot of twisting and turning, trying to kept the duvet over her while she was doing whatever it was she was doing, her hand emerged with her panties. She looked at me with anticipation: next move was mine. I removed my jocks under the duvet and threw them on the floor. There was a new pause until Lisa, giggling and with a daring expression on her face, began to push her duvet off using her feet. When the duvet was half way down her back she stopped and waited for me to follow. I did. As we got closer to the lower part of our backsides we moved slower, only pushing in inch at a time. My fear had almost been replaced by excitement. As soon as the duvets had passed our buttocks we pushed fast again. When we were both uncovered I took the next step, not because I felt brave but I wanted to see more of her and I raised myself on my elbows. When I saw Lisa's small tits my excitement overpower my embarrassment and I began to crawl towards Lisa's mattress. She rolled over to make room for me. I stopped for a moment and stared at her, mainly at the parts that girls normally hide. When my eyes returned to her face I could see that she was exploring my body as I had been exploring hers. I was kneeling next to her and my hand just moved on its own, reached out and touched her stomach. Her skin was warm and smooth, and my hand moved up to her breast. Lisa held back her breath and looked down on my hand. From there on it was a lot easier. I enjoyed her touches as much as I enjoyed exploring her body. First her breasts, small, soft, and yet much firmer than I had expected. Her nipples grew hard and I couldn't resist the temptation to kiss them. Lisa rolled over on her back with her eyes closed. Her sighs indicated that she liked being explored and I was a willing explorer. I ended up between her legs, tentatively kissing her on top of the triangle of downy hair covering her pussy. Her scent was strong and exciting, urging me to move my mouth lower. Lisa tensed and gasped audibly. A moment later she put her hands on my head and guided me to the right spot. It was just an incredible experience to taste her and feel her reactions to my tongue. I quickly learned where her most sensitive spots were and I used that knowledge. What I didn't know was when to stop. It's so much easier for girls. They can see the physical evidence of a boys orgasm. I didn't know what signs to look for and continued until Lisa pushed me away. It took some fumbling before my cock was in the right position and I cautiously began to push into her. Lisa was tense and her hands grabbed my arms tightly. I don't know what I expected her reaction to be. Perhaps a scream or a few tears, but all I could detect was a gasp and then I was completely inside her. I stayed motionless for some time, lost in the new and wonderful sensation of being inside her. As soon as I began to move I could felt that is was going to be more like a sprint than a marathon. I tried to slow down but Lisa pulled her legs up almost to her chest and moved her hips. I had to follow her movement and keep up the pace until the wonderful end. Afterwards, I felt I was ready to die. What could the world ever give me that would be better than this? I looked down on Lisa and she looked so happy; warm, soft and smiling. "Merry Christmas," she said and we then we kissed for a long time until I could feel that I was slipping out of her. When I did, Lisa squealed. "I'm leaking!" She was and it was too late to do anything about it. A large wet spot had formed on the sheet and we had to take it off and put it in cold water. Lisa said that it was be the best way to get rid of bloodstains. Some of the fluid that had cause the spot was blood. We rearranged the mattresses side by side and fell asleep close together. The electricity returned sometime during the night and we woke up drenched in sweat. Not only had we been lying close together, but the combined heat produced by the fireplace and the central heating had turned the living room into a sauna. We kicked the duvets away and saw each other naked in daylight for the first time. Lisa looked just as beautiful as she had in the flickering light from the flames as she stretched out drowsily next to me. The first thing we did was to take a shower together. We were excited, happy and very playful in the shower. We washed each other paying special attention to the most sensible parts. Lisa was a little sore but washing her tits thoroughly was enough for me. After she had spent a long time washing my cock she knelt in front of me. The first kiss was light and tentative but it made me shiver. She looked up at me as if she wanted my consent to go on. I was unable to say or do anything, but she proceeded without my encouragement. She put her hands on my hips and took the head of my dick into her mouth. Involuntarily I jerked and pushed forward, choking Lisa. She had to let go and clear her throat. "I'm sorry," I said. "It was a reflex. I'll be careful." She just smiled and took me in again. It felt different but almost as good as doing it for real. First she just moved her head back and forth, but then she began to use her tongue as well. She moved faster and faster and when she began to caress my scrotum I was lost. The warm tensing spread rapidly from my crotch. I was enjoying it so much that it never occurred to me to warn her. The first spurt made Lisa jerk back in surprise and the rest splashed out on her face and chest. She looked startled at first and I felt ashamed that I hadn't warned her, but she just laughed. The living room was still hot and we decided it was too hot to wear any clothes. Just to make sure we put a big log on the fire. We were alone in the world and it wasn't until the phone rang that we remembered our parents. It has stopped snowing and I found myself fearing that the road was cleared and my dad would come and pick me up, but the wind was still keeping the roads closed. The forecast said that the wind was going to lessen in the afternoon. In a way it was good news. The "bad" news was that it was going to start snowing again. While I was talking to my mother and listing to her cautions I suddenly thought about the thing I should have remember the night before. I stopped listening to my mother and ended the conversation as quickly as possible. "We didn't use any protecting," I said, almost before I'd put the phone down. "It's okay," Lisa assured me. "I'm on the pill. When I started boarding school this summer mum thought it would be the safest thing to do." I must have looked funny because she laughed until she was in tears. Lisa and I spent two more wonderful days together alone before the roads were cleared. We stayed in the living room and kept it well heated. It was practical in more than one way, because I only had one set of clothes. We laughed a lot the following two days. The wildest thing we did was when Lisa dared me to run out naked in the snow. God, it was cold, but it felt so good afterwards. Our skin was red like the skin of newborn piglets and so sensitive. Lisa's initial soreness quickly wore off, but we were both a little sore when my dad came to pick me up. It was the most wonderful Christmas I've ever had. We said goodbye but with the promise of seeing each other again. I still call Lisa the best Christmas present I've ever had. It makes her smile
A gift that neither one will soon forget. The door blows closed behind me with a loud bang and a few snowflakes settle to the floor before melting into tiny puddles. Stamping my feet on the welcome mat, I unzip my jacket and hang in on the hook on the back of the door. After stepping out of my boots, untying my scarf, taking off my blue hat, and hanging them all up, I head for the bedroom to get into some comfy clothes. Pulling on my college sweatshirt and an old pair of sweat pants, I complete the outfit with my fuzzy pink slippers and move towards the kitchen. En route, I turn the radio to the all Christmas music station and hum to a favorite carol of mine with the idea of some hot chocolate tempting my taste buds. With water in the teapot on the stove, I stand by the window and watch the snowflakes flutter to the ground. I donít realize how lost in my thoughts I am until the teapot whistles and I jump. Laughing at myself, I fill my mug full of cocoa and shuffle into the living room, stopping only for a second to switch the lights to the Christmas tree on. Setting my mug on the coffee table, I pull a green fleece blanket around my shoulders and curl my legs underneath me. After wrapping my hands around the warm mug, I finally feel myself begin to relax and warm up. The temperatures were record low today and I spent the day outside working at my fatherís Christmas tree farm. The tree farm became his retirement job after my grandfather died and left my father a large plot of land. He gets such enjoyment out of planting new trees and getting all ready for the holiday season. The only time I get to spend with him before Christmas is when Iím working at the farm so thatís where I choose to spend the weekends. As much as Iíd like to admit that I do it for the quality "father-daughter bonding time," there is a slight ulterior motive.........you. The Christmas tree lights blur in front of my eyes when I bring up images of you, the way you work so hard with my dad, helping people chop down their trees and tie them to the roof of their car, the way your muscles flex underneath your flannel shirts when youíre hard at work, or best of all the shy smiles that you flash me when you catch me staring at you. A blush creeps into my cheeks just thinking about it. I can see your brown hair with just a few wisps of gray at the temple, the incredible six foot figure and the kind smile. The image of you spreads warmth within me and I shake my head to clear it of your presence. What would my father think if his daughter was going after a man twice her age? The wind howls outside and I walk to the window to close the blinds. One glance out the window and it is a total blizzard, the visibility must be close to zero. Thankful to be inside and that Dadís tree farm closes at dusk, I return to the cozy couch. Just as I settle in and pick up a book from the coffee table, there is a knock at the door. Not expecting any visitors this time of night with such a blizzard outside, I cautiously approach the door and open it a crack. When I see you standing on the porch with the wind blowing against you and snow covering your entire jacket, I open the door completely and invite you inside. Before I can ask what brings you to my house, you tell me that your truck broke down a little ways down the street and you didnít know where else to go on Christmas Eve. Helping you off with your jacket, I hang it beside mine and automatically reach to dust the snow from your hair. My hand stops at your brow and we look into each otherís eyes, wanting to kiss but unsure what the other person is thinking. The moment passes when you ask for my phone. I show you to the kitchen and put on some more hot water. Your parents arenít home and the tow trucking company has no answer. I offer you the cup of cocoa and you look at me again. The bantering that we are so good at doing in public suddenly seems inappropriate and we sit in an uncomfortable silence before I invite you into the living room. Accepting my offer, we make our way into the room that just minutes before held my longing thoughts of you. When you head to the fireplace to build a fire, I protest, and reach for a piece of wood to help you or do it myself, but you brush me aside, saying that itís the least you can do. Sinking into the couch I admire the way that the firm muscles in your back ripple beneath your red and blue plaid shirt and the way your jeans hug tightly to your amazing ass. Looking down at my attire, my cheeks grow red with embarrassment. As the fire begins crackling and the flames leap higher, you sit beside me on the couch and sip your hot chocolate. The tension from your body visibly fades as you relax and talk about my plans for the holiday and how nicely I have decorated. I thank you for the compliments and we discover that neither one of us has Christmas plans until late in the day. A glimpse of us spending the night together flashes in my mind and I cannot help the smile that curls my lips. When you ask what Iím thinking about, I lower my eyes and tell you that it was nothing, but I know that you donít believe me. Setting your mug down, you put an arm around my shoulders and pull me close to you. Resting my head against your chest, the awkwardness fades and it feels so right to be here with you. Your fingers tuck a strand of hair away and I feel your warm breath whisper in my ear, "you are what I wanted for Christmas." I inhale sharply, unable to comprehend if this is really happening or if I just need to shake my head and I will find the room empty again. But I reach for your hand and entwine my fingers with yours, looking up at you as if to agree. Your head lowers to meet mine in a fiery kiss and the flames sear throughout my body. Our lips part and your tongue explores my mouth, passionate at first and then gently, sucking lightly on my lower lip, eliciting a moan from deep within me. Your mouth moves to my neck, kissing the tender spot below my ear and covering me in affectionate, wanting kisses. The coarseness of the stubble on your cheeks brushes across my soft skin but it only results in making me even more sensitive to your touch. When your hands slide under my sweatshirt, I jump and you pull away. Looking deep into my eyes, you apologize for moving so fast. I tell you how long Iíve wanted you and how ready I am for you, and I confess that Iím a virgin and just want to take things slowly. A look of surprise crosses your face and you ask how I couldíve gone to college looking this fine and still kept my virginity. I blush again and shrug my shoulders. After asking again if this is what I really want, I just kiss you in reply, this time running my hands up your chest to the top button of your flannel shirt. Methodically I unbutton it, never taking my eyes away from yours. When my hands reach the last button, I slide them up your chest again, caressing every muscle and then pushing your shirt down your arms and off you. With your flannel shirt on the floor, I help you to lift your t-shirt over your head and then I kiss your chest, leaving warm wet pools of passion across your body. Again your slide your hands beneath my sweatshirt and this time I reach my arms above my head and you easily slide it off, reach next for the clasp of my bra. After unhooking it, you pull it aside and toss it to the floor. I lay back on the couch and you staddle me, lowering your mouth to the first hardened nipple. Gently, you take it in your teeth and let your tongue scrape across it, causing me agonizing pleasure. You move to the next one and I cannot contain the moan that escapes my lips. Urging you to continue, I let my fingernails rake through your hair and down your back. Arching towards you, wanting to fill your mouth with my budding breast. You drag your rough cheek against the contrastingly tender nipple and I can feel a warmth spreading between my legs. The kisses that I desire, travel down my chest to my navel. Kissing and licking my abdomen, sends shivers up and down my spine. When you reach the top of my sweat pants you gently slide them down my legs, letting your warm, rough hands caress my thighs, knees, calves, and ankles all the way down. As my pants land with the rest of our clothing on the floor, you lips travel the path previously traveled by your hands. Beginning at my ankle you lightly kiss me, move up an inch and kiss again. Reaching the spot behind my knee, you take time to suck it and lick it, my breath comes faster and faster. Working on my inner thigh, your tongue travels to the band of my panties. You stop for just a second, deeply inhaling the musky scent of my womanhood. Yet you do not kiss me there, only move over the center of my desire to the next thigh. You kiss this inner thigh, back down to the ample spot behind my knee, to the calve and finally the ankle. By now a wet spot has formed on my panties and I long for your touch. Moving above me, you lower your mouth to my lips as your hand cups my breast, gently tweaking my nipple, as our tongues dance together. The fleece blanket that I had just minutes before been wrapped up in all alone, falls to the floor and we decide to join it. You gracefully pick me up and set me down on top of the blanket. I look up into your eyes and watch the reflection of the firelight flicker in your green pools of desire. The wind moans outside and a moan escapes my lips as well when I feel your fingers lovingly stroking the wet panties. I thrust my hips towards your hand and you reach for the waistband. After removing my panties you kiss my thighs again. Sucking and licking them, teasing me unmercifully. Your hand slides up my thigh and makes its way to the warm wet core of my being. As another finger slides inside of me, your lips surround my clit and your tongue caresses it. Engulfed by a jolt of electricity I cum in an overwhelming orgasm. Your mouth continues to lick and suck on me, long after my ragged breaths have subsided. But this night is not just about me. Moving away from you, I stand up and pull you towards me, cupping your face, kissing you again and again as my hands move to the zipper and button in your jeans. Freeing you from the confines of your pants and boxer shorts, my hand wraps around your hardened thickness and slowly begins to stroke you. Dropping to my knees, my mouth lowers to your throbbing head and I let my tongue run across it, eliciting a moan from deep within you. But you are not willing to let it all end so fast. Sinking to your knees beside me, you kiss me again and again, pressing tightly against me, letting me feel the hardness of your desire. As I lay back on the fleece blanket, you kneel between my legs and look me in the eyes once more, ensuring that this is what I really want. I nod and raise my hips as you lean towards me and slowly enter me. A quick flash of pain crosses my face and you stop, but the pleasure quickly overpowers it and you continue to thrust inside me. I have wanted you for so long. As our bodies join into one, I wrap my legs around you and in a steady rhythm we move together. Emotions flood over me and I can barely catch my breath. Tears come to my eyes, not of pain, but of love and desire. Leaning down, you kiss my eyelids as your hand cups my breast and kneads it. Our climax is nearing and our speed increases. The light from the fire, the sound of your breathing and moans, the beating of your heart, the musky scent of our sex, fill every pore in my body until at last I feel you spilling inside of me. I surround you in wetness and spasm even tighter around you. You pull me tightly to your chest and hold me close until our breathing returns to normal and our heart rates become steady once again. Wrapped tightly in your arms, with the fire to keep us warm, and the lights from the Christmas tree making dancing shadows across the wall, you whisper in my ear just as Iím about to fall asleep, "thank you for the best Christmas present ever."
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