The fire crackled in the hearth, the glow casting shadows along the living room floor. In the corner stood a seven foot tall Christmas tree, the colored bulbs dancing softly to their own silent music. Nearby, two stockings hung on the mantle, the names Sheridan and Luis neatly scrawled on the tops in a gold puffy paint. Gentle strains of instrumental Christmas music filled the air and candles scented the room with peppermint.

Luis entered the house, one of Sheridan’s many Christmas gifts in his arm. The shiny red bow caught the candlelight just right, shimmering as he walked to place it under the tree. With Christmas the very next day, Luis had decided to fetch this present from his mother’s house while Sheridan went to bed. He had been hiding it there while his wife snooped through the rest. He smiled; for sure she would love this gift best.

Standing tall, Luis went to remove the Santa cap he had been wearing, readying to head up to bed himself. A hand touched his and he stopped, a slow grin spreading across his face.

“Leave it on, Santa,” Sheridan breathed in his ear. “I always wanted to make love to the jolly man himself,” her hand slid from his, down his strong arm, over his muscular back and rested on his backside. “But the picture books never did you justice.”

He groaned, the combination of her warm breath and the hand caressing his backside already causing the desire to surge through him. “Mrs. Claus built me a gym. She said the cookies were giving her too much to love.”

She chuckled. “Maybe she wasn’t giving you the right kind of workout,” she slid her hands around him, resting them against his abs as she nibbled his ear. “That’s why I’ve decided to be your own personal Santa.”

He closed his eyes. “Oh really?”

“Yea,” she walked around in front of him, the heels of her red stilettos clicking on the hard wood floor. “Mrs. Claus can change too.”

His eyes widened as he looked her over, starting at the heels and working his way up. His gaze traveled from her stocking legs to the bottom of her red baby doll lingerie, the satiny material clinging to her body. His hands rested on her thighs and slowly moved higher with his gaze, temporarily resting on her hips while his darkening brown eyes lingered at her chest. The top of the outfit was adorned by a white feathery dressing that rested in the valley between her breasts. Finishing off her little costume was a red and white Santa cap. “You look…wow,” was all he could muster, his hands creeping higher to cup her breasts. “Santa never looked this good.”

She smirked. “Santa will never make you feel this good either,” she stepped closer, her arms sliding around his neck. “This is just one of the presents I’m going to give you early,” she leaned in and kissed his lips teasingly. “There is plenty more where that came from.”

His strong hands moved from the sides of her breasts, down to her behind, cupping it gently wit his palms and pulling her against him. “I can’t wait to earn each and every present.”

“Good,” she leaned in and kissed him again, this time slightly longer and more passionately. When his tongue traced over her lips for entrance, she pulled away leaving him breathless and wanting more.

“Sher…”

“Santa,” she winked, her hands leaving his broad shoulders and tracing the muscles of his chest on the way to the buttons of his shirt. “You seemed cold when I walked in. Good thing I have a bed ready by the fire.”

His darkened eyes met hers in a heated gaze. “I’m hardly cold now.”

“Good,” she leaned in to kiss his neck, open butterfly kisses that made him tingle. Her hands deftly undid the buttons on his shirt, pushing the material from his body and letting it fall to the floor. Immediately her fingertips traced the chiseled curves, her tongue joining in the play as she lapped at his nipples and nibbled on his skin.

He moaned, his eyes again closing as his knees weakened, the power to hold himself on two feet quickly disappearing. But just as quickly as her teasing caresses began, they ended and she stepped away slightly. God was he hard.

“Sheridan…”

“Santa,” she again corrected. “And I think that you’ve been a very good boy, but those pants have got to go.”

He nodded in agreement, slightly readjusting himself in the tight jeans. Before he could say a word, her hands were on the belt of his pants and her body was close again. As she nibbled on his left ear, she removed the belt and tossed it aside. Her lips left his ear and her tongue traced a path along his neck, which she gently blew on as the zipper slid down and the pants fell from his waist to his ankle.

He shuddered as her tiny hand reached into his red and white silk boxers to caress his raging erection. Mouth parted in an o, Luis began panting as the caress became a stroke, making his boxers far too tight to contain him any longer.

“Oh god…”

“I know, but good things come to those who wait,” Sheridan smiled, her fingernail running over his nipple and down. The hand slowly moved around his side to caress his tight behind again.

“I…mmm,” he couldn’t form a complete thought as her finger tips caressed the head of his desire, teasing him and coaxing him even further into her web of passion.

“Were you saying something?”

He just shook his head.

She smiled, both hands releasing his taught flesh to grab the bottom of his boxers. With one quick pull, they joined his pants on the floor. The smile twisted wickedly as she saw his hardened groin, small white fingers reaching out to trace the shaft. “Looks like my present is ready,” her eyes sparkled mischievously as she slowly lower herself to her knees, using her warm wet mouth to kiss his stomach and hips and slowly…

Lower…

“Oh God,” he grunted as her mouth took possession of him. “Sheridan…”

She didn’t reply, continuing her work to please him with her mouth, watching as his head rolled back in sheer pleasure. His moans echoed off the whitewashed walls of the living room and Sheridan slowly ended her teasing. Pulling back with painstaking ease, Sheridan licked his flesh one last time before kissing her way back up to his lips. His arms encircled her and pulled her tightly against his hard body.

“You are such a tease,” he replied, breathing irregularly.

“I know,” she nibbled his ear.

Luis groaned, his hands reaching down to the bottom of her negligee. He started to pull the material up and off, literally ripping it from her slender body. She kissed him hard, her lips meeting his in a heated kiss that quickly turned to fire. His tongue begged for entrance, which was this time granted, and then eased into her mouth tracing every crevice as he literally ripped the red thong panties from between her legs.

Luis carried her to the bed she had made in front of the fireplace, gently laying her on the soft blankets and pillows. He looked her creamy white skin over, his hands caressing both rounded breasts and tweaking her nipples. Sheridan moaned, arching into his hands as they continued to tease her erect nipples.

“Luis…”

He smiled, leaning over her, his warm mouth meeting hers in another passionate kiss as his left hand slowly traced down over her flat stomach to her center. One finger traced her outer lips, running over her center before sliding inside her warmth. She moaned in his mouth, blue eyes shutting tightly against the sensations. Slowly, teasingly, one finger entered her slowly plunging in and out before a second digit joined in. Sheridan was writhing underneath him.

He broke the kiss, nibbling on her ear and the soft skin of her neck before his tongue lapped as her perky nipple, blowing cool air on it. Sheridan shuddered as one orgasm shook her body, his fingers continuing to plunge in and out throughout the tremors. “Luis,” she hissed.

He smirked. “And I’m certainly not finished,” he teased, sliding his fingers out and slowly kissing down her pale skin. He kissed her flat abdomen and then continued between her parted legs. Smiling deviously before leaning in to kiss her warm center, tasting her orgasm as he kissed and nibbled the sensitive flesh. Sheridan arched closer, feeling him continue the gentle caresses.

“Oh God…” she moaned. “Not again,” she arched back like a bow, shuddering as another orgasm shook her body.

He chuckled and leaned over her, dark brown eyes meeting shinning blue ones. “I love you, wife.”

“I love you, Santa husband,” she smiled, reaching between them to caress him again. He was throbbing in her tiny hand and she knew he was ready…

They were ready.

With one quick, hard thrust, he was deep inside her. They moaned in unison, both holding the position for a moment, eyes closed and heads thrown back from the excitement and enjoyment.

Slowly he pulled out, leaving all but the tip inside her before pushing forward again in a smooth thrust. In and out, repeating the motion. Sheridan met each thrust of his hips, both moaning and panting as they moved together over and over. His mouth descended on her breasts again, sucking and nibbling the nipples and causing her to writhe against his pelvis.

“Oh Sheridan,” he breathed heavily, continuing to thrust in and out over and over as they neared the edge.

“Luis,” her nails raked down his back leaving long read marks on the delicate flesh, causing him to thrust even harder and faster than before. “Oh God,” her legs wrapped around his waist, pushing him deeper into her.

He slid a finger between them, teasing her nub and continuing to lavish her breasts with attention as they continued. The two moved together in their own private dance.

“LUIS!” she cried, her orgasm hitting much harder this time. They cry reverberated off the walls as her body sucked him in, clenching around him.

He continued moving, until finally his own orgasm came. With one final thrust, he filled her, grunting something that resembled ‘I love you.’ Shuddering over her, Luis continued rocking as they both came down from their highs. His sweaty flesh collapsing into her waiting arms and she hugged him close.

“Wow,” he panted, leaning on his elbows to look into her eyes.

“Wow is right,” she kissed him gently.

“That was…”

“Yea,” she agreed. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” he kissed her again. “Merry Christmas baby.”

“Merry Christmas darling,” she smiled as he rolled off her, pulling her body into his arms and against his chest. She snuggled closer. “Luis?”

“Yea baby?”

“I still have one more gift…”

“Sheridan I don’t think…”

She giggled. “Not that.”

“Oh,” he blushed. “Well, what is it?”

“Remember how you wanted a little stocking for our fireplace?”

“Yea,” he kissed her forehead. “Sher???? Are we??”

She nodded. “Santa’s going to have a new little elf,” she giggled. “We’re pregnant.”

He hugged her closer and covered them both with the extra quilt. “Sheridan, that’s great. I love you so much,” he laughed.

Snuggling closer in his arms, she sighed contently. “Yes it is. I love you too!”

Luis looked up at the ceiling, quickly whispering a prayer of thanks before noticing the green plants hanging all over the ceiling. “Sheridan?”

“Hmm?”

“Is that mistletoe?”

The End

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