The glow of the Christmas tree is the only light in the house. The shimmering lights reflect off the ornaments and garland, adding a sense of wonder to the room. A peaceful hush descends as the magic of the night fills the room.
He enters the room bare-chested. His pajama pants are slung low on his hips. My mouth waters. He has no idea the picture he makes with the tree's light, casting a golden hue on his skin. He comes to me and draws me toward him. Standing there chest to chest, he runs his fingers through my hair. My hands slowly move up his chest, enjoying the feel of the soft skin and crisp hair over hard muscle. I faintly run my thumbs against his nipples. Holding the back of my head, his lips cover mine. His other hand slowly smooths down my back to the curve of my hip. I moan into his mouth as the taste of him wakes the need inside me.
He slides the straps of my nightie off my shoulders. Looking into his eyes, my arms lower to allow it to fall from my body and pool at my feet. I can almost feel the caress of his eyes as he takes in my naked body. He grabs my ass and uses it to pull me against his body. I feel the length of his hard cock against my pelvis. I reach for it, grabbing and stroking it through his pajamas. I tug on the waist of his pants and drop them to the floor. There we both are, gloriously naked in the soft light of the Christmas tree.
His work-roughened hands palm my breasts, kneading and squeezing them. Their coarseness adds ever more sensation, increasing my pleasure. Desire pumps through my veins like a drug. His calloused fingers brush against my nipples, teasing them to tight peaks. I tremble with need as his hands skate across my body, touching places only he can. So much pleasure from such a simple act. I once again reach for his cock and begin to stroke it. Hot and heavy in my hands, it feels like steel covered in velvet. I catch a bead of precum and smear it across the head with my thumb.
Suddenly, he lowers me to the floor, quickly claiming his place between thighs damp with my arousal. I gasp and shudder as he rubs his cock along my slick, wet pussy, grinding against my clit. Oh god, the pleasure that racks my body is so intense, I could easily cum from this alone. His thick cock pushes its way inside me, filling me, stretching me. I cannot contain my moan as I shatter the silence that surrounds us. He begins to move within me, slowly at first. My hands clutch at his arms as I arch into him.
I wrap my legs around him to try to quicken his pace, but he will not be swayed. This moment is his to conduct, his to control. I am no longer able to resist the pleasure as I cum, soaking both of us in my juices. He fucks me through my orgasm, giving me no quarter, taking me higher and higher. His speed increases as I meet him thrust for thrust, unable to hold back my moans. My mind is a blank canvas holding nothing but the pleasure he writes on it. My only thought is “please!” while my body starts to quake as yet another orgasm is pulled from my soul.
My hands turn to claws as my nails dig into his arms, my legs wrapped around him, turning into a vise-like grip, attempting to anchor myself to him amid the sea of pleasure. His thrusts turn punishing, drilling me harder and harder. Pounding deep inside me, bottoming out each time. Every thrust shoots lightning like pleasure throughout my entire body, turning my moans to screams.
He buries himself inside me as he unleashes loads after loads of cum, filling my pussy to overflowing, causing me to orgasm yet again. After emptying himself in my welcoming body, he collapses on me, laying his head on my breast as our combined juices leak from me. I wrap my arms around him, holding him tightly to me, and stroke his skin as the magic of the Christmas lights surrounds us.
