Your hands merely rest on my hips, letting me take control -- for now. You like watching me bend over you, hips encased in tight jeans, shirt unbuttoned enough to make you lust. And when I lean down to undo your pants, my shirt gapes open far enough to make you moan. You watch as yellow oxford gives way to dark purple satin and lace, lifting me, shaping me...making you ache to fill that creamy valley with your dark skin.
I lift your hips and pull your pants down, engulfing you in the heated moisture of my mouth, making love to you orally as much as I do verbally and physically. Licking, kissing, stroking, sucking, I am consumed with the need to please you. You feel my moans vibrate along your length, and your response to my avid pleasure in tasting you like this makes you slick enough so that I can easily use my hand to stroke what I can't take in...until you put your hand to the back of my head, pushing me down, making me take more of it, all of it, knowing the sounds and feel of me choking on your length will drive us both right to the edge, if not over.
Feeling me shudder, you know I'm cumming, and the thought of me getting off while you force yourself into my throat makes you clench, moan, and cum, my throat stroking and caressing you as I struggle to swallow and not drown. Putting your head back, you softly caress my silky hair, feeling me slide up your body until I can curl up in your arms and rest there, savoring your sweet, creamy taste. We share soft, gentle kisses, both of us resting before we head up to our bed, where we spend several hours pleasuring each other, cries of passion muffled against blankets, pillows, and shoulders as we send each other over the brink of sanity again and again, each part of my body for your pleasure as is each part of yours for mine.
And when we're finally too exhausted to do anything more, we curl up together, temporarily sated, loving being able to do this. You're still in me, both of us gently throbbing, as we fall asleep, and when wake during the night we indulge in gentle loving, always falling asleep again with this bond between us. Given the pure emotion that pulses between us, there's no way I can avoid getting pregnant on this perfect night, and the thought of having your baby makes me explode, again and again, until I lay unconscious in your arms, your grin filling my thoughts even as your seed fills my womb.
But, finally, the kids can be patient no longer, and come barging into the bedroom, bouncing on the bed, yelling for us to get up, all of them secretly thrilled with how happy we are together. Tugging the covers up, we sit up and wrap our arms around each other, pulling the kids to us and rejoicing in this, the merriest kind of Christmas of all...
