Patrick glanced up and smiled as he heard Aisling walk through the front door, shaking snow from her hair and boots. After she stripped her wet clothes off, she darted into the living room to grab a blanket from the couch.
She wrapped it tightly around her cool damp body and moved into the den where she could hear Patrick's fingers flying over the keyboard. She greeted her boyfriend with a smile and laid down on the daybed near the fireplace.
"Hey you" She sighed, snuggling into the warmth. "What have you been doing this week?"
Patrick smiled over his shoulder at her and replied, "Editing my favorite author's newest manuscript. She'll kill me if I don't have it done by New Years." Winking at his girl, he turned back to the computer. "What's going on down at the bookshop?"
"Nothing really new. Evie stopped in. That woman drives me insane! She asked me eleven times if the new novel was finished! I think she does this to torture me!" Aisling sighed, the warmth of their vacation home seeping deep into her bones.
Patrick hit save and moved to sit beside Aisling, pushing a damp cinnamon curl from her forehead. "That's not unlikely! She is your agent. Personally, I think she hates you deep down, and wishes to secure your soul, keeping it in a little glass jar on her mantle."
Aisling laughed. "That almost makes sense! She is a minister, so I'm pretty sure she's not trying to steal my soul, but she expels all of her repressed evil on poor sweet innocent little me." Aisling's voice became childish at the end of her rant and Patrick threw his head back and laughed.
"But, baby, she's not the only one - I repress all of my evil tendencies and only let them out for you." Patrick lifted her fingers to his mouth and nipped at them suggestively.
Aisling grinned. "Are those evil tendencies?"
"Yes. Of course they are. They're just the good kind of evil." Patrick sucked a finger into his mouth, swirling his tongue and nipping with his teeth. Aisling gasped and stretched her body, letting the blanket slide away from her skin.
"Of course. I should have known, the good kind of evil," Aisling laughed and gasped as Patrick hummed, sending vibrations through her finger to spread throughout the rest of her body.
Patrick crawled onto the edge of the day bed, "I'm going to be really evil to you here in a minute," slipping his fingers over her warm skin, tracing the pulse at her throat.
Aisling snickered, "If that's evil... than what do you call what I do to you?" She fluttered her eyelashes innocently, running her fingers over his jeans to stroke his hardening cock.
"Heaven," Patrick whispered, crawling over her, to snuggle up behind her, pressing his cock firmly against her ass.
Aisling laughed softly, "Aren't you supposed to be editing your newest favorite book? What would Santa say?" Aisling arched into him, craning her neck to nip at his jaw and rolling her hips teasingly against his hard cock.
"The old man would probably agree with me that making love to you is more important. And I was working, until my favorite author started running through the cabin wearing only a ratty blanket." Patrick slid his fingers over an extended nipple, pinching and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.
"Mmmm...so instead of editing those magnificent pages, you're laying here teasing me to near death. I'm not so sure Santa would approve of this," Aisling turned her head and captured his mouth with hers, biting and moaning as their tongues dueled and their teeth clashed.
"Tease my ass," Patrick growled,and grasping her hips, rolled Aisling to lie beneath him, "Santa would probably put me on the naughty list if I didn't get you off at least seven times tonight." Patrick moved to lay over her, his clothed hips pressed firmly to her bare skin.
"Someone really wants to play," Aisling chuckled and wrapped a leg around his waist, moving against him wantonly.
Patrick rolled them over until Aisling was on top of him, her legs straddling his, their mouths melded completely. Aisling ran her fingers over Patrick's face and up into his hair, clutching him to her. Patrick's fingers dug into her ass, pulling her tighter against his jeans, thrusting roughly against her bare flesh.
Moaning, she slid her fingers under his sweater, riding him slowly as she lifted the dark wool over his head. Her mouth finding his the instant it was freed.
Patrick slid his fingers between their bodies, slipping his fingers into her hot wet pussy, thrusting them deep and fast. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, riding his fingers fiercely. Her teeth buried themselves in his shoulder as he pushed her over the edge. Quickly, he pulled his fingers away, licking them clean.
Standing, he shoved his jeans and boxers down and kicked them under the day bed. He claimed her mouth for a deep kiss, the taste of her pussy still on his lips and tongue and crawled to hover over her onca again. He moved to slide his cock into her, but Aisling stopped him with a Cheshire-cat smile and her warm fingers wrapping around his long hard cock.
"Let me taste you, lover. I need to taste you." Aisling waited for Patrick's groan before she slithered down his body. She nipped and lathed his nipples before she moved down his abdomen, dipped into the bellybutton, and then into the hair just below. One hand rubbed his cock softly, teasing, as her tongue ran up it's length.
"Yes, baby, ahhh, yessss..." Patrick watched his lover's molten hair slip over his skin, his fingers buried in her silky tresses.
Her other hand reached to link fingers with him as she took his balls into her mouth, rolling them over her hot wet tongue as her fingers continued to stroke him, slowly and gently. Smirking up at him, she hummed "Santa Clause is Coming to Town" around his balls. Laughing, Patrick threw his head back and laughed.
She let them go only to run her cheek over Patrick's cock, nuzzling it as her tongue dipped out in teasing little laps. She looked up and met his la-pis-lazuli eyes with her own mossy green ones as her mouth closed over the bulging head and she sucked it deep into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around him, as she moved over him, fucking his cock with her tongue and lips.
Her fingers skimmed over his abdomen, as she let him thrust deeper into her mouth. The head of his cock slid down her throat and she moaned, the vibration of it run over his hard cock. He worked his way down her tight throat, thrusting against her until her lips were tight against his body. She pulled back slowly, letting him slide from her lips, only to slide them back down, sucking and teasing.
Patrick rolled his head back, his fingers buried in her hair and his eyes closed tight against the intense pleasure.
"Oh, god, baby...yessss..."
He thrust against her harder, one hand still grasping hers as the other held her head to his cock. She held his eyes as she moved faster over him...her tongue swirling, her teeth barely there.
"You are my favorite flavor of candy cane and I want to taste you when you cum" Aisling gasped, pulling back so only the head of his cock was in her mouth and ran her fingers over his hard length, pumping fast and hard. She dipped one hand between her legs, slipping her fingers in and out of her hot pussy, and brought them soaked with her pussy juice up to lubricate his cock further.
She sucked him hard for a several minutes and then lathed her tongue over his crown, tasting the pre-cum that was beaded there. Aisling moved her hand faster, sucking a little more of him deeper, her tongue teasing his hot skin.
Patrick gasped, "yes... drink me..swallow my cum." Patrick thrust faster against her hand and mouth. He growled loudly as he exploded between her lips, filled her mouth with the hot saltiness of him. Aisling swallowed him down gently, his cock still throbbed in her mouth, spurting and jerking as her hand continued to squeeze and stroke.
Patrick slid his fingers over her hair. Aisling nuzzled his thigh, his semi-hard cock still in her hot wet mouth. Aisling smiled up at her lover, letting his cock slip slowly from her mouth, his eyes never leaving her lips.
"What a Christmas gift," Patrick sighed, tracing his fingers through her hair.
