The Christmas lights twinkled merrily in the background, casting a warm glow over the room as the last of our guests finally departed. The house was finally quiet, and we settled down with a glass of wine each, ready to unwind after a day of laughter and merriment.
You turned to me, your eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint that I knew all too well. "I have one more special present for you," you said, a sly smile playing on your lips. "Wait here."
I watched as you disappeared upstairs, the click-clack of your heels echoing down the hallway. The anticipation was killing me, and I took a large gulp of my wine, trying to calm my racing heart. A few minutes later, you walked back into the room, and my breath caught in my throat.
You were dressed in a way that made my cock twitch with excitement. Red stockings hugged your legs, leading up to a pair of see-through panties that left little to the imagination. A matching red bra completed the ensemble, and I could see your nipples hardening under the sheer fabric. You struck a pose, one hand on your hip, the other running through your hair. "Do you like what you see? I have one last present to unwrap," you purred.
I couldn't respond, my mouth suddenly dry. You took my hand, your touch sending electric shocks up my arm, and led me upstairs. The bedroom was dimly lit, the soft glow of the Christmas lights filtering through the window. You positioned a chair at the bottom of the bed and sat me down. "Don't move. Just watch," you commanded.
I obeyed, my eyes glued to your every move as you lay back on the bed, spreading your legs wide. The scent of your arousal filled the air, and I could see the wetness glistening on your pussy lips. "Do you like what you see, Julian?" you asked, your voice husky with desire.
I nodded, my cock straining against my pants. You cupped your breasts, squeezing them gently before sliding your hand down your stomach, your fingers dipping into your panties. I watched, mesmerized, as you stroked your pussy, your hips bucking off the bed as you pleasured yourself.
"Fuck, you're so wet," you moaned, sliding your panties down and opening your legs wide. I could see everything now, your pussy glistening with your juices, your clit swollen and begging for attention. You brought yourself to the edge, your breath coming in short gasps, before finally tipping over. Your back arched off the bed as you came, your juices flowing freely, and I couldn't take it anymore.
"Fuck me now!" you screamed, your eyes wild with desire.
I stood up, quickly shedding my clothes, my cock hard and ready. I climbed onto the bed, positioning myself between your legs. "You like this, Jacinta?" I asked, sliding my cock inside you in one smooth motion.
"Oh, fuck yes!" you cried out, your nails digging into my back. I pounded into you, our bodies slapping together, the sound echoing through the room. You wrapped your legs around me, pulling me deeper, your pussy clenching around my cock.
"Fill me, Julian, fill me!" you begged, your voice breathless.
I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening. I reached between us, rubbing your clit in tight circles, sending you over the edge once again. Your pussy clenched around my cock, milking me, and I came with a roar, filling you with my hot cum.
We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. You turned to me, a satisfied smile on your lips. "Merry Christmas, Julian," you said, your eyes twinkling with mischief.
I laughed, pulling you close. "Merry Christmas indeed," I replied, already looking forward to next year's present.