Jingle Belle

The temperature had dropped and snow flurries had begun late in the afternoon. It was the perfect prelude to the evening. Driving home, Belle took time to enjoy all the lights and sights of the holiday season. It really is the most wonderful time of year, she thought. The yard decorations of inflatable snow globes and lighted reindeer made the cul de sac where she lived seem so festive. Dropping her computer bag on the floor by the front door, she pulled out the package Fed Ex had delivered right to her desk earlier in the day. All afternoon she had day dreamed about how the red velvet would feel next to her skin. It was going to be the perfect outfit to kick off the holiday season. She wasn’t sure Mark would make it through dessert. But he wouldn’t be arriving until around 8:00 p.m. so still had plenty of time to get dinner ready and put the finishing touches on the Christmas tree. She headed straight for the bedroom. She was going to be a present he couldn’t wait to unwrap tonight. Slowly, she unwrapped the red velvet babydoll nightie from its packaging. The white fur trim around the bottom and the black banding right under the breast made it the sexiest Santa outfit around. Paired with her black fishnet hose and thigh high black boots, it was definitely more naughty than nice. A quick make-up touch up made her blue eyes sultry and her chestnut hair glowed after she ran the brush through the shoulder length tresses. Looking in the mirror she smiled at the picture she made. Her breasts were spilling over the top of the nightie. Her legs went for days thanks to the high heels on the boots. Her shaved pussy was waiting to be touched thanks to the cut out in the fishnet hose. It was almost 7:30 when she headed back to the kitchen. She put the meal on low in the oven so that it would be warm whenever they got around to eating it tonight. She lit the evergreen candles giving the room just the right glow. The tree twinkled in the corner. The ornaments were dangling and the jazzy sounds of carols filled the room of Christmas cheer. Belle grabbed the fur throw off the couch and placed it at the foot of the tree. Mark would be there any minute. One more quick check in the mirror above the mantel and she liked what she saw. She was just lying down in front of the tree when she heard the metallic sound of a key sliding into the lock. Mark had had a key for some months now so he never bothered to knock any more. He walked into the room and smiled. “Ho, ho, ho,” he said. She laughed. “Not yet, but I intend to be.” She pointed her finger at him and wiggled it, inviting him to come join her on the soft blanket. He pulled off his jacket and loosened his tie. He tossed both on the couch before walking toward her. “I’m pretty sure this means you are on the naughty list,” he said. “Oh but I’m so good. Just you wait and see.” “I’ve never seen a Santa’s helper quite like this. I don’t think the elves would get much done in the workshop if they were all dressed like this.” His dark eyes twinkled as he took a seat next to her. She reached up and ran her finger through his thick black hair. As Belle pulled him close for a deep kiss, her tongue slipped inside his mouth tangling with his. “Are you hungry,” she asked. “Not for dinner,” he said. “But I can’t wait to nibble on you.” He ran his finger across her collar bone and down to her breast. His thumb grazed her nipple through the red velvet. He felt it harden under his light touch. He saw her back arch slightly allowing him more access to her full breasts. Brushing the thick brown strands away from her neck, his mouth followed the path his fingers had taken. His lips left a trail of warm kisses down her slender neck. He bit down lightly where her neck and shoulder met. Belle was burning up on the inside. She had intended to tease him mercilessly tonight but at the moment, it seemed to be going the other way. She felt his hands sliding up the fishnet. She reached between them and could feel his thick, hard erection through his clothes. She cupped him and squeezed. He groaned. She gave a half laugh. “Two can play this game.” She shifted so that she straddled him and pushed him down onto the blanket. Slowly unbuttoning each button on his blue dress shirt, revealing more and more of his hard tanned chest as she worked her way lower and lower. She leaned over him. Letting her lips follow as she pulled the shirt away. As she moved farther down his body, she could feel the heat of his cock pressed against her as she sat on top of him. She couldn’t help but rock against it as her fingers worked the buckle of his thin black leather belt. The clasp of his gray trousers gave way easily and he heard the click, click, click of his zipper as she slowly toyed with him. As she trailed kisses across his chiseled stomach her hair felt like silk as it tickled his chest. She moved lower. He could feel her breath on his skin. God he wanted to feel her mouth on his cock. She moved so slowly. The twinkling lights of the tree played off her skin. It was magical. As she moved down his body, he felt her hot pussy as she sat back on his thigh. He could feel the heat through his pants. He knew she’d be wet already. Then she pulled his thick cock free of the restraints of his clothes and he forgot everything else as the smile lit up her face. Belle loved his cock. The hard column and the thick veins; she loved the smooth length of it. She licked her lips before taking the tip of her tongue and running it right across the head of his penis. He groaned out loud. The more she licked and sucked the harder he became. She rubbed her pussy against his leg matching her movements to the dance her tongue played on his penis. With each dip into her mouth, she took him farther and deeper. She could do this all night. She loved sucking him almost as much as fucking him. His breathing came faster now. She knew he was on the verge. But he wasn’t ready for that yet. Abruptly he pushed up and turned the tables. She was lying under him before she really knew what had happened. She felt his hands as they pushed up under her Santa skirt. She felt him push the fishnets out of the way and the heard the little laugh when he realized the hose were crotchless. Then she felt him slide his finger deep inside her. She gasped as his mouth descended on hers. His fingers mimicked the movements of his tongue in her mouth as they pulsed in and out of her pussy. With his other hand he pulled her breast free. Her hard nipple was just right to take into his mouth. Reluctantly he pulled his hand free of her and pushed the mounds together. He loved the way they weighed heavy in his hands. He bent his head and she sighed as he took first the right, then the left nipple into his mouth. She arched back as his tongue lashed out against her pebbled skin. He sucked, sending sparks all the way to her core. Then his tongue traveled down between the valley created by her breasts. Moving slowly across her stomach, his tongue circled her belly button before dipping in. She shivered, knowing he would soon be treating her pussy just the same. You could smell the sent of sex in the air. He had to taste her. She was so pretty and pink. He could look at those glistening folds all day. He pushed her thighs farther apart with his shoulders and blew. Her eyes closed. She was so hot and his breath felt cool on her lips. She felt him move and then heard the crinkle of paper. They hadn’t used condoms since the very beginning. She opened her eyes just as he dipped a candy cane into her slit. Slowly he pulled it out and brought it to his mouth. “So sweet,” he said. His tongue licked over her clit as she felt the candy slide back inside of her. The lights on the tree seemed brighter. Pleasure swirled around her. His tongue licked slow and easy across her. His hands pushed her legs farther apart; opening her up so that he could delve more deeply. His tongue filled her. She was so close now. He could feel her legs tremble with each stroke of his tongue. “Are you ready for your present?” he asked. “Yes. God yes,” she panted. He paused. Watching her as the pleasure tinted her body pink. Then his lips surrounded her clit as his tongue flicked right across the top. He buried two fingers deep inside of her and pushed her over the edge. He felt it when she exploded. Her legs tightened around his shoulders and he felt her pulsing around his fingers. He let her ride the waves of pleasure for a few minutes before he pushed himself up and teased her opening with his rigid cock. Her skin glowed under the lights from the tree. He pulled her booted legs up to his shoulders and buried himself deep inside her. Her lips parted as he plunged in and out of her tight center. She could feel him stretching her. She felt him hot and hard as he worked into her farther and farther. Over and over again he rode her. His large hands gripping her hips so that he could make sure he penetrated her fully. He could feel her clenching around his shaft. It would be like Christmas morning if she came twice. And he knew just how to make sure that happened. One more hard, deep thrust and he pulled out. There was a small sound of protest from Belle as Mark moved away from her. “Don’t worry baby, I’ve still got a present for you,’ he said and pulled her up. “Turn around for me baby. Let me see that pretty ass of yours.” On hands and knees, she looked over her shoulder at him as he threw his remaining clothes out of the way. She smiled. It was all he needed. He flipped the red skirt up over her back and marveled at the creamy hips he exposed. He stroked his hand over her ass loving the feel of her curves, letting his finger trail right down the crack until he could circle her tightest hole. He felt her work her hips, swaying against his hand. He loved that she got off on this. His mouth replaced his hands then he nipped her cheek. “That’s going to leave a mark,” she said. “I’ll kiss it and make it better. I promise,” he said, then swatted the other cheek causing Belle to arch and press back against him. His mouth dropping kisses to cool the sting before swatting her butt again. He was heating her up inside and out. And he was ready to feel her hot little pussy tight around his cock again. He grabbed her hips hard and pulled her back onto his rigid cock. As she tried to wiggle against him, he held her still. “Tell me what you want for Christmas,” he said. “Fuck me. Fuck me now,” she said. It was all the encouragement he needed. One hard thrust after another until she was ready to come apart again. He reached around and found her clit, flicking it as he pounded in her over and over. It was hard and fast. “Merry Christmas baby,” he said as she felt his teeth scrape against her neck. A little nip and she shattered. Then he followed, filling her with pulses of semen shooting inside of her. He stayed inside her as he rolled them onto their side. Then he pulled the warm blanket around them like a cocoon. As a jazzy version of Jingle Bells began playing, he could feel her breathing slow and knew that dinner might turn into a midnight snack because he’d never been one to leave a present unwrapped under the tree.