Twas the Night Before Christmas
When All Through the House
She heard something stirring.
"Hey, what was that?"
Her hands grabbed at the head bobbing in between her spread legs, fingers running through his hair. The bobbing didn't stop - he was clearly occupied.
She found her attention quickly pulled back to the tongue playing with her clit, and his soft lips pulling her softer ones into his mouth.
The kids were already put to bed. It took an extra effort to get them to sleep, the excitement of the coming morning's festivities on their minds. Now, with the presents wrapped and the cookies put out for Santa, it was mom and dad's time to share a little Christmas cheer with each other.
Her hips bucked and pressed her lower half deeper into his face. His fingers ran along her thighs and up her chest to find her breasts. Nipples hardened
from his touch, and her breathing quickened. She felt herself getting closer and closer to an early Christmas gift... when she noticed a sound downstairs again.
"I hear a noise!"
He lifted his face to meet her gaze, beard wet with her juices and eyes glazed from drinking them in. She could tell he was half out of it.
"I didn't hear anything."
She laughed. Of course he didn't - his head had been sandwiched between her glistening thighs the whole time. She lifted herself off the bed.
"I'm going to make sure no one is sneaking a peek at their presents."
He sat up, wiping his beard and licking his hand as he did.
"You taste extra sweet tonight. Better let me finish when you get back."
She sent a devilish smile his way, grabbing his face and pulling him in for a kiss. A skimpy silk nightgown was the only thing between her and his naked
form. She struggled to pull away from him. Every fiber of her being wanted to stay with the warmth of the bed and those strong hands caressing every inch
of her.
She headed for the bedroom door, but stopped as she heard his words.
"Maybe you'll run into Santa this year."
He just had to bring it up. Her little fantasy.
The one she first shared with him years ago. How she always found the idea of running into Santa exciting. She couldn't help but think about it as she moved slowly down the stairs.
Maybe it was all the delicious holiday food and drinks, strong rum cake and spiked eggnog going to her head. Or the bright red costume and soft fabric it
appeared to be made of.
Or maybe it was the thought of a stranger in the dark that enticed her. She loved being taken by surprise in the middle of the night, something the man upstairs did so well so often.
When he dressed up as Santa for the kids' school event, she found herself wet just watching him put on the costume. Not something she expected, but it
took all of her self control not to jump him on the car ride there. Although her fingers did find their way into his pants, and her own - a stealthy handjob
