To all my wonderful readers and followers here's a little sexy something as a thank you for all your support this year.
It was Christmas Eve, and Rachel and Trent had just finished watching ‘The Nightmare Before Christmas’ for the umpteenth time. Normally Trent would complain about having to watch, but the giant smile that appeared on his fiancé Rachel's face always made it a lot more bearable.
As the end credits finished rolling, Rachel jumped up off the couch and told him not to move. He saw she had a cheeky grin on her face, and was intrigued to find out what she had up her sleeve.
After about fifteen minutes, music started to play. Trent looked up, his eyes almost falling out of his head at the sight before him. Rachel strutted into the living room wearing what could only be the raciest Mrs. Claus outfit he’d ever seen. It was basically just two triangles of material joined together to make a bikini top attached to the tiniest little red skirt with some white fur around the hem. To finish off the look she had on the sexiest pair of come fuck me heels, which made her legs look stunning. His cock was so hard he could have cut glass.
Trent went to hop up to go to her, but she waved her finger at him in and 'uh ah ahhh' gesture, so he sat back down on the couch.
Her hips started swaying hypnotically in time with the music as she danced. Trent so desperately wanted to take her to their bedroom and show her just what Santa could do with his chimney. Instead, he let her continue, because he got the feeling the best was yet to come.
She turned around, and her back was bare, except for the tiny piece of string holding her top on. She glanced at him over her shoulder and blew him a kiss before bending over to show him exactly what she had under the tiny skirt.
Fuck me – she's not wearing panties.
He let out a loud groan as he palmed his cock through his pants. He made sure to make a show of it so Rachel was well aware of what she was doing to him.
Mesmerized by her hypnotic hips, Trent almost missed her reaching up and untying the flimsy strings holding her top on. He knew it meant that he was about to get an eye full of her stunning breasts.
As she turned back around, she had one hand over each breast holding her top up. After a couple more sways of her hips, she threw her hands up in the air. The entire outfit including the skirt fell to the ground, leaving his amazing fiancé standing in front of him in nothing except a Santa hat and stilettos.
No force on earth could have kept him in his chair. Lightning fast, he was up out of his seat and wrapping her in a tight embrace. The moment his lips met hers, an amazing wave of ecstasy washed over him. Trent would have sworn he'd just come in his pants.
Both needed to take a breath, and broke away from the kiss gasping for air. Rachel started removing his clothes mumbling something about him having too many on. Agreeing with her, he toed his shoes off and carefully unzipped his pants, pushing them down until they were a pile around his ankles. As he stepped out of them, Rachel slid his shirt off.
He couldn’t keep quiet when he noticed Rachel reach for her shoes. “Leave them on and the hat too,” he ordered.
Needing the feel of her skin against his, Trent pulled her into another scorching embrace. He glanced around the living room for somewhere suitable to fuck her senseless. He couldn’t wait until they were in the bedroom – he needed to have her right then.
After weighing his options, it seemed the couch would be the safest bet. He picked Rachel up, and carried her two steps to the couch, sitting her on the arm of the sofa.
Immediately he spread her legs and buried himself balls deep inside her, both of them crying out from the pleasure.
He started thrusting with a fast but gentle pace, knowing that if he pounded into her the way he wanted to he was going to come in two seconds flat.
Rachel, however, had other ideas. "Trent, God, harder, please... faster... so fucking good."
Her words lit a fire in him, and he did just as she asked. Every thrust was harder and faster than the last. It took every ounce of his control not to come every time he slammed his cock into her beautiful pussy.
On the precipice of an amazing explosion and not wanting Rachel to miss out on the pleasure, he reached a hand down to pinch her clit. "Baby, I need you to come... can't... hold –" Before he could even finish his sentence, Rachel's walls tightened around him.
"Oh, Trent, fuck!" she cried out as her orgasm overwhelmed her.
The next thrust, Trent let go of his restraint and followed Rachel into orgasmic bliss, riding the tidal wave of pleasure washing over his body as he released deep inside her.
Exhausted from their activities they collapsed together on the couch.
"Merry Christmas," he heard Rachel say just before her breathing evened out and her eyes closed.
"Merry Christmas, Baby," he said in response, kind of proud of the fact that he'd worn out his wonderful fiancé so much that she'd fallen asleep.
He cradled Rachel in his arms and carried her to bed. He quickly cleaned them both up before hopping into bed and cuddling up beside her.
Try as he might though, he couldn’t fall asleep. Instead, he lay awake for a while, wondering what had brought on the evenings display. Images of Rachel dancing and stripping for him played on repeat in his mind, and he knew that the memories would be starring in his dreams for many years to come. He even hoped he might get her to give him an encore performance sometime in the near future.