Page 11 of Santa's Coming

She laughs, and I, too, am surprised by my continued commitment to the Santa act. My excitement is palpable, expressed through Christmas puns. I’ve always dreamed of role-playing like this, and I’m loving every moment of it.

Stealing a sip of her wine, I take a quick scan of the room. Where’s the perfect spot for this?

“I want you to fuck me by the fireplace,” she breathes, anticipation evident by her heaving chest. “I’ve always wanted that.”

Carrying her, her legs wrapped around me, I squeeze her ass and head toward the fireplace.

As I gently lay her down, the flickering light behind the glass enhances the picturesque moment. “So beautiful,” I whisper, dusting away all the hair from her face.

Placing the softest kiss on her lips, it sets in that this is actually going to happen. This wild fantasy is unfolding in real time. She wraps her arms around me, pulling me in closer. Our kisses deepen, each one a promise of the untamed moments to come. Everything in this moment is perfect. Everything about her is just right.

Trailing kisses down her body, I savor each reaction—her chin, her neck, her chest, her hips. Each spot is a treasure map leading to newfound pleasure. But then, a pause in her breath, a shift in her expression. There’s a moment of hesitation.

"This is crazy,” she gasps, a tangle of nerves and excitement. “I’m not usually like this.”

“Like what?”

“This impulsive or reckless.”

“Maybe it’s not recklessness. Maybe it's just … being alive.”

She deeply sighs, then says, “I barely know you …"

I hover above her, ready to retreat. “If you want me to stop—”

"No, don't,” she interjects quickly, her voice a mix of desire and uncertainty.

“We can cuddle if this is too much,” I suggest, the tension between us hanging in the air.

“Keep going! I want this. I will get out of my head … Jingle my bell,” she pants, and I seize the moment to kiss her soft stomach.

I chuckle at the pun. “Jingle your bell, huh?” I rumble, moving my kisses south. The mix of anticipation and playfulness has me so turned on.

Chapter 15: Jingle My Bell

His touch, his lips, his tongue—Santa is about to deliver the greatest gift. I’m nervous yet so eager. When was the last time?Stay in the moment, I remind myself.Think about nothing else except this man needfully kissing your inner thigh, teasing the fuck out of you.It’s been too long since I’ve felt this way. I try to focus, to keep my thoughts anchored to the here and now, to this man and his tantalizing kisses.

“Do I have to beg?” I whisper, my voice trembling with eagerness.

Pausing, he rises above me, his gorgeous amber eyes locked onto mine. “Do you want to beg?” he asks, his voice dripping with a potent mix of challenge and desire.

My response is a coy, mischievous grin reminiscent of a playful Elf on the Shelf.

“You’re so, so naughty,” he murmurs, desire dripping in his voice. “Tell me how much you want it.”

“More than I can put into words right now.” A nervous giggle escapes me.

“Find the words,” he insists, his gaze smoldering, before resuming his exploration.

I gasp too loudly at his tongue making contact with my clit. His touch sends a shockwave through me. His movements are deliberate and tantalizingly slow. His fingers grip my hips with an intensity that leaves me helpless under his control.

“Fuck,” I exhale, my breath a whisper of surrender.

“I like your dirty little mouth,” he says, his hand beginning a possessive journey over my body. His boldness, his giving, it’s overwhelming in the best way.

He’s toying with me, deliberately pushing me to verbalize my desire. Why does this excite me so much?

“Fuck me with your fingers,” I manage, breathy.

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