My eye lids are feeling heavy as I am organizing the last of the presents under the tree on Christmas Eve. I am feeling a little cold, just wearing a thin robe with some lacey underwear underneath. I am looking forward to finishing up playing Santa and climbing under my warm covers and falling into a deep sleep. But then the doorbell rings. Puzzled, I walk over and opened the door. My mouth gaps as you stand in front of me, out in the cold. Immobile, I can do nothing but stare at your sexiness. Your mouth that feels so intoxicating against my skin. That hair hiding under your hat, meant for my fingers. The strength of your arms that feel incredible in my grasp. Those dark eyes, so alluring, hypnotic, I could get lost in their depth.
Your mouth slowly gives away to a devilish grin. And then you grab an arm around my waist and pull me into my house, shutting the door behind you. Quickly, you move me into the living room, in front of my Christmas tree, all while I am still in shock. Still unable to consciously move, you have to guide every movement. With the tree lights filling the room with a dim glow, you quickly pull your shift over your head. I take a deep breath at the sight of your bare skin.
You turn me around, pulling my back close to your chest. Slowly, you pull my robe down, letting it pool at my feet, kissing my neck and my shoulder gently as you do. For a moment, my mind flashing to my family, all merely six or seven feet above our heads. But I have no ability to say anything, just feel you against me. The warmth of your skin is comforting as my heart races in anticipation.
You wrap your arms around my waist, bending me forward slightly. One hand wonderings to my breasts. You begin playing with my nipples in your fingers, hard, forcing me to take a deep gasp in. You run your other hand down the length of my back, slipping it into my panties, letting them fall to the floor with my robe. Your hands feel amazing against my skin, your gentle touch putting me at ease.
Then I hear my husband yell down from upstairs, "Kas, who was at the door this late?"
It takes me a second to find my voice, but I yell back, "Just the UPS guy. One last delivery." I hear his footsteps head back to bed. The risk changes the dynamic immediately. As my mind is processing how dangerous this is, I hear your belt hit the floor. And then I feel your cock, so deliciously huge, against my ass. I inhale sharply.
I hear you say, "Bend over and grab you ankles." I follow your command without even thinking about it. You place one hand on my back, keeping my head down. Your other hand finds its way to my hips, your fingertips digging into my softness. And then I feel you enter me. I am so wet, nearly dripping, in anticipation. You side your dick deep into me like you own it. I gasp at how incredible you feel.
"Quiet!" And then in sheer opportunity, you grab a plush ornament off the tree and shove it in my mouth, gagging me. I need it. You move in and out of me, slowly at first, letting me adjust to your size. But you quickly find a quickened pace. The upward angle makes it feel like you are hitting my stomach. Every thrust is deeper than the last. I find my hands tightly squeezing my ankles as my teeth dig into the poor plush ornament in my mouth.