|posted on 14-Feb-2002 12:56:26 AM|
|Title: Christmas Wish|
Disclaimer: I own nothing. yada, yada, yada.....
Summary: Christmas fluff. PWP.
Author’s Note: This fic isn’t a part of any of my other stories. Just wanted to write a Christmas fic. Also, I haven’t forgotten about my other fics. I’m still busy at work on those too. Just trying to send out a little dreamer fluff. Also, sorry for the lame-o title. I couldn’t think of one. It was either this, or Santa pants. (Don’t ask where I even came up with that one. LOL!)
Christmas Wish 1/2
Pulling the beanie off her head, Liz pushed her key into the lock, making sure that she gave the old piece of crap a good jingle.
Stepping inside, she threw her stuff on the floor, breathing out a heavy sigh.
Christmas used to be so exciting. Opening presents and spending time with family. But this year was an exception. She had been given an internship and was unable to get time off for the holidays, thus spending it alone, in her cold apartment.
Her heart was heavy as she thought about Max. He was probably enjoying eggnog with his family. He had offered to stay in town, telling her that he would rather spend Christmas with her, rather than going home. After all, he considered wherever she was home. She had melted at his words, her heart swelling to bursting, but she insisted that he go. She was busy working and it wasn’t fair that they both missed out on Christmas with their families.
So here she was, standing in their apartment alone, feeling more than sorry for herself. She grabbed her purse, intending to go to her room and sleep the rest of the holiday away instead of wallowing in her misery when she heard a rustling in the living room.
More than a little scared, she grabbed the baseball bat that was in the hall closet. As quietly as she could, she walked down to the living room, the bat ready to knock out the intruder.
The living room was lit in warm hues, the fire place lit up, as was the Christmas tree. It was a sight to behold. But what had caught her interest was a guy hovered under the Christmas tree, in what appeared to be a Santa costume. Unsure what to think, she said the only thing that was on her mind.
Surprised to hear her voice, the guy almost toppled over, trying to get a look at her. Getting back his composure, he stood up, smiling as he rubbed his rounded belly. “Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas, little lady!” He burst into laughter when the fake beard tickled his upper lip.
Shaking her head, Liz placed her hands to her hips. “Max Evans, what in earth are you doing here?”
Rubbing the fake white beard, “Santa” just smiled. “It’s not Max. I’m Santa. Santa Claus.” He raised an eyebrow at her. “You do know who I am, don’t you?”
Deciding to play along with his game, Liz took off her jacket. “I know who you are. Are you here to drop off my presents?” she asked in a sugary sweet tone.
“Have you been a good girl this year, Liz?” He hooked his thumbs in his belt. “Because you know, bad girls don’t get gifts. If they’re naughty, they get coal in their stockings.” He emphasized his point by wagging a finger in her face.
Liz was enjoying this more by the second. She looked him up and down, licking her lips in appreciation. She bit her lip, trying to hide her smile at the sound of his little groan. Sidling up to him, she ran the tip of her finger from his shoulder, drawing seductive circles, stopping when she reached the humongous belt buckle. “I thought you were supposed to know all of that.”
Clearing his throat, Santa’s head nodded jerkily. “I do. In fact, I’ve heard that you’ve been a very good girl this year.” His amber eyes sparkled underneath his specs. “So I’ve brought you lots of great presents. And stocking stuffers.” He winked, resting his hands on his oversized belly.
Looking under the tree, Liz pouted. “But you didn’t put what I wanted under the tree.”
With flushed cheeks, Santa sat down in the arm chair that was seated next to the fire place. He patted his knee, crooking his finger as he beckoned Liz to him. “Well maybe you could sit in Santa’s lap and tell him what you want.”
More than happy at his suggestion, Liz walked up to him. But instead of sitting on his lap, she straddled him, her hands resting on his shoulders.
Santa had a hard time breathing as she squirmed in his lap. He placed his large hands on her hips, stilling her movements. “What do you want for Christmas?” he panted.
Liz leaned in close, whispering in his ear. “I was actually hoping to find my boyfriend in his birthday suit with nothing but a big red bow under my tree.”
Feeling him stiffen, she went in for the kill. She pulled back slowly, brushing her soft breasts against him, her voice teasing. “Why Santa. Is that a pillow in your pants, or are you just happy to see me?”
Enjoying his sharp intake of breath at her words, she began undulating her hips against him, doing her best to get him to admit he was Max.
With a feral like growl, Santa fused her lips with his, unable to keep himself from thrusting up into the warmth of her body.
Licking his lip playfully, Liz pulled back. “As sexy as I think you are, I can’t cheat on you with my boyfriend.” She fingered his belt, pushing her hand down his crotch. “Besides, what would Mrs. Claus think?”
“Fuck Mrs. Claus!” He pulled off the specs and the fake beard. With shaking fingers, he tore at the buttons down the front of his shirt.
Almost all at once, Liz’s hands were everywhere. She grinned at him before plucking the pillow out of his pants.
When he went to pull the pants off, she stopped him. Breathing hard, he tried glaring at her. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”
She bent her head, caressing his lips lightly before feeding him her tongue. Delighting in his moan, she unclasped his button, slipping his pants a little past his hips to give her a little room.
Her head tumbled back as his lips assaulted her neck with wet kisses, his teeth nipping her skin to mark her. His hands slid under her skirt, his textured palms massaging her skin.
“Liz....my pants....” He lifted his hips, asking her help in taking them off.
Liz just shook her head, bringing her lips close to his ear. Feeling him shiver, she whispered. “Leave them on...” She bit his earlobe, smiling. “And the hat too.”
Gulping, Max just nodded. His dexterous fingers found her panties, slicking themselves in her wetness. “Whatever you want.” He kissed her again, his hands pulling her panties down and off. He threw them over his shoulder, not caring where they landed. “Anything you want.”
Her hand snaked into the slit of his boxers, taking him out gently. She gave his hardness a few pumps, reveling in his hoarse cries.
His hands weren’t idle, his fingers quickly working her blouse to the floor. He tore at her bra, his lips suckling on the softness of her mounds. He flattened his tongue, touching the hardened tip to her stiff peaks. Her breathy moans were almost his undoing, his fingers shoving past her curls and into her moistness. “Shit....” His fingers glided against her folds with ease, his eyes rolling in the back of his head as she rode his hand.
He would never get over how responsive she was to his touch. It didn’t matter that they had done this a million times, each time was a new and satisfying experience that only made them crave it more. “Liz..”
The sound of her name on his lips was an understanding between them. She stopped her skillful ministrations of his engorged member, her body scooting over his until he rested at her entrance. With a kiss full of love, she plunged down on him, the only sounds in the room, the crackling of the fire and their simultaneous moans.
Being lovers for a long time had it’s benefits. They knew each other’s bodies so well that they knew how to touch, and where to touch for the most ample pleasure.
As sloppy kisses were exchanged, Liz slowly rose up and down his shaft, her breasts rubbing against his sculptured pecs.
“Oh God Liz.....mmm....yeah.....like that.....yeah, like that....” His head was thrown back, his eyes narrowed to slits as he watched himself disappear in her body over and over again.
“Santa...” Her breathing was labored, her chest heaving with her efforts. She squeezed his shoulders hard, her fingernails digging into his flesh as she gritted her teeth. She squeezed her walls around him, tumbling when she felt him pulse inside her before spilling his seed.
Christmas Wish 2/3
With hearts thumping wildly, both of them slowly regained their senses, earth slowly returning to them.
Gliding her sweaty forehead against his, Liz kissed the tip of his nose lovingly. “Love you.”
“Love you too.” His fingers found their way into her thick tresses as they always did, both of them just basking being in each other’s presence.
In truth, they hadn’t been away from each for more than a few days, but even that was pure torture.
Cuddling close to his chest, Liz leaned her head on his shoulder, her fingers playing at the hairs on his neck, loving how they curled at the ends. “Not that I don’t appreciate that you’re here, because I do.” She turned her head, her lips brushing the sensitive skin at the base of his neck. “But aren’t you supposed to be at your parent’s house visiting?”
Rubbing his hand against his naked chin, Max looked thoughtful for a second. “Hmmm….visiting with my parents, or making love to my girlfriend…..that’s a tough decision.”
He raised an amused eyebrow at her, his lips quirking to the side to reveal a dimple in his left cheek. “Ah….so you’re back to calling me Max now?….” Intentionally goading her, he poked her side. “You were all to happy to call out the fat guy’s name when you were cumming a little while ago.”
She buried her face in the crook of his neck, her blush deepening as he reminded her of her wantonness. It was one thing to be in the throes of passion while role playing, but to be reminded about said loss of control in daylight was downright embarrassing.
Max enjoyed her blush, loving her demure eyes as she squirmed to get away from his teasing stare. With lithe fingers, he began tickling her sides. But instead of getting a rise out of her, he got one out of himself.
With their bodies still joined, Liz looked up at Max, then down to where their bodies were still bound.
Trying to act nonchalant instead of a sex depraved boyfriend, Max merely shrugged, his arms pulling her further into his chest. “Only for you babe. Only for you.”
Grinning wickedly, Liz bent her head to kiss his lips, her tongue gently laving them. “That’s good to know.”
Before things could heat up again, Max pulled back, nodding his head towards the Christmas tree. “You should open your presents.” He had gotten her some things he knew she would love, and he was dying to see the reaction on her face when she tore open the pretty packages.
Looking at the tree’s bottom overflowing with gifts, Liz chewed her bottom lip. She was tempted. She still hadn’t outgrown the urge to open presents early, but it had always been a tradition to open gifts on Christmas morning. And it was only Christmas Eve.
Torn, she looked to Max whose eyes seemed to wear a little fatigue. Concerned, she cupped his cheek, her hands splayed against his jaw. “When did you get in?”
With his eyes riveted to her glistening skin, they rose to meet hers with much effort. “Huh?” The look on his face was priceless, as was the dazed sound that his voice held.
“I said,” she scooted closer to him, her hands tilting his head back. “When did you get in? I assume that getting here must have taken a good effort.” She fingered his collarbone, her voice sounding a little unsure. “And besides, why did you come down here anyway? I hardly doubt that your family was pleased that you came back here when you’re supposed to be home for the holidays.”
“First of all,” he twined their fingers together, giving hers a good squeeze in reassurance. “My Nana was the one who insisted that I come home. When she and my mom saw me moping around the house, they told to come home to you.” He brought each of her fingers to his lips, kissing each tip. “And secondly, waiting around at the airport on standby wasn’t so bad. I was lucky that this old couple gave me their seats.”
Frowning slightly, Liz repeated his words as a question. “An old couple gave you their seats?”
Nodding his head emphatically, Max caressed her thigh. “Yeah. After I told them the story of needing to come back home to you, they practically threw their tickets at me. They said that holidays were about spending time with the family….with the ones you loved. And since the two of them were together already, they wanted to make sure that you and I could be together too.”
“Aww…..” Liz began peppering his face with kisses. “That’s about the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life.” She kissed him noisily a few more times before jumping off his lap. If he could go to all of that trouble for her, the least she could do was make a compromise. She grabbed her Christmas stocking from the mantle, holding it close to her chest as she sat by Max’s feet.
Max smiled at the sight of her, loving her more with each second. He readjusted himself, trying not to groan out loud. Liz was the type of woman who didn’t realize the kind of affect she had on men. Him, especially. He leaned over his knees, watching as she dug through her stocking.
Liz felt like she was five all over again. Digging into the stocking was probably more fun than finding out what was inside. Just the thought that all sorts of goodies were packed inside just for her made her excitement boil to the surface.
After taking out all of the contents, Liz couldn’t help but giggle at the last item she found. She held up the little packet, shaking it in front of Max’s face. “Pop rocks?”
He smiled sheepishly, his thumb scratching his upper lip. “When I was buying the chocolates, I came across these. I remember how popular they were when we were growing up that I thought it’d be cute to get a bag.”
With her head bouncing from side to side, Liz just looked at the man in front of her in wonder. She couldn’t believe that he was in love with her. She sent up a silent prayer, thanking whichever angel dropped him into her life.
Tearing the package open, she tipped some of the powdery substance in her mouth, laughing as the popping sensation tickled. She placed her hand on Max’s knee, her smile turning wicked as an idea popped into her head.
She rubbed her palms against his Santa pants, her eyes wide with lust. “Max, are you still….?”
“Am I…..?” He had no idea what she was asking, but the feel of her hands squeezing his thigh muscles, then dancing dangerously close to his erection gave him an inkling. “Oh…..OH….YEAH….DEFINITELY!”
Liz loved his enthusiasm, quickly sitting on her knees. She carefully set aside the pop rocks, gently easing Max’s pants to his ankles. Not bothering with pulling them off all of the way, she pulled him to the edge of the chair, watching his magnificent arousal stood proud before her. Licking her lips, she gave him one last smile before touching her tongue to his burning flesh.
The groan that came out of his mouth egged her on. She rested her hands on his knees for support as she suckled the mushroom like head into her mouth. Stiffening her tongue, she pushed it into the little open, intensifying her ministrations as he bucked forward.
Max was incapable of coherent mumblings as Liz continued to do wicked things to his erection. He found himself easing himself into her mouth, his hands gently cupping her face. He didn’t want to force himself down her throat, so he held himself in check, raising his hips only a little bit.
When she heard a low keening sound come from his throat, Liz brought in the big guns.
She reached behind her, picking up the little packet that contained the pop rocks. Ever so slowly, she released his throbbing member from her mouth with a wet pop.
Max’s head was thrown back, his body looking like an arrow ready to be shot from a bow. A tortured sound came from deep in his throat, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the arm rests of the chair.
Kissing the tip of his penis tenderly, Liz began sprinkling the package over his arousal, delighting when she heard his sharp intake of breath.
His eyes opened in surprise at the feel of little popping sensations occurring all over his rock hard penis. Their eyes met for a quick stare, before Liz’s head bobbed down, taking as much of Max as she could into her mouth.
Liz used her tongue to swipe at all of the remaining tart flavor. Pop rocks and Max were definitely a good combination. She couldn’t help but smile as the popping tickled the roof of her mouth, causing her to take Max deeper.
Max’s hips lifted from the chair on their own accord, slowly beginning a rhythm in Liz’s gloriously hot, wet, mouth. His eyes opened a crack, his movements picking up space as he watched her with her eyes closed, her mouth swallowing him over and over again.
Each time he disappeared into her mouth, his thighs would tremble violently, signaling the nearing of the end.
With a shaky hand, he tapped her shoulder insistently. “Liz….oh God!…..Liz……mmmmm…..I’m…..close.”
Liz slackened her efforts, releasing him from the wet confines of her mouth.
Max didn’t know whether to die from relief that she stopped her torturous ministrations, or to die because she stopped when he was so close.
Nipping the inside of his thigh, she gave his balls a loving lick. Feeling him jump in response, she poured the rest of the pop rocks liberally on his ready to burst shaft, grinning roguishly before swallowing him whole.
Max’s body bowed off the chair, his seed erupting into her mouth as she sucked him sweetly.
Christmas Wish 3/3
Collapsing into Liz’s arms, Max and Liz stumbled to the floor, their chests heaving as they tried to regain a normal breathing pattern. Liz landed on Max’s chest, her head turning to place a delicate kiss on his distended nipple.
Max let out a little whimper, his body still humming after the monstrous orgasm he had just had. He was still feeling the little after tremors.
“Liz....what you do to me...” He nuzzled her dark hair, inhaling her heavenly scent.
As he hugged her close, he could feel his cock stir to life, jumping a little bit between his thighs. But he had other ideas.
Pushing Liz to lie on her back, he hovered over her, his hands resting on either side of her head. “Where the heck did you learn how to do that?”
Feeling a little self-conscious with Max peering down at her, she averted her eyes, her incisors biting down on the soft flesh of her lip. “Did you not.....was it not good?”
“Not good?” He shook his head, unable to believe that she was unsure of what she had done. She had given him one of the most mind blowing orgasms in his life, and here she was asking if it wasn’t any good.
Maybe it was time he repaid the favor to make her see what it was like to be on the receiving end of such pleasure. Too bad he only bought one packet of pop rocks, but he would make do with his tongue. And his fingers. He’d just have to redouble his efforts he thought wickedly.
Tipping her chin up, his tongue snaked out between his lips, gently lapping at hers. When she opened her mouth to grant him access to her warm cavern, he slithered down her body, his lips nipping and suckling her neck.
Liz bucked her hips up, trying to get her heat in contact with Max’s prominent arousal. But the more she bowed off the ground, the more Max shifted to keep her away. She was about to let out a sigh of frustration when it turned into a sigh of satisfaction as Max made his way to her breasts.
His tongue traced lazy circles around her soft mounds, never touching her nipples. He continued his torture until she whimpered, finally grabbing him around the ears and pushing him to where she needed him to be.
With a little chuckle, Max bumped his nose to her puckered nipple, giving it a reverent open mouthed kiss before taking it into the wetness of his mouth.
“Maaax.....” Liz pushed him harder against her flesh, urging him on as his teeth gently nipped the hardened nub. Her head tossed from side to side, her hips rising in the air in hopes of coming into contact with Max’s erection. But his hands just slipped down her body, placing a gentle hold on her hips.
Liz was shaking with an impending orgasm as Max continued to wreak havoc on her breasts. He hadn’t touched her anywhere else and she was ready to go over the edge.
Max was so in tune to her body that he knew exactly when her orgasm would hit. That’s when he pulled away, scooting down her body.
Liz cried out, her level of frustration growing.
“Easy, babe.....I’ve got you.” He traced swirling patterns with his fingers and tongue on her stomach, kissing her belly button soundly. He looked up at her, giving her a devilish smile as he licked just above her hairline.
Liz clawed at the carpet, trying to find something to hold on to. Anything that might anchor her down. She looked up to the ceiling for an answer, but her eyes were riveted to the mirror hanging above the fireplace. She could see her reflection sprawled out with Max lingering over her. She felt embarrassment creep into her cheeks at being so interested in seeing the two of them, but yet, she couldn’t tear her eyes away.
Her breathing was shallow as she watched Max spread her legs, his fingers opening her up even more. She shuddered as a gush of liquid pooled between her thighs, causing Max to lap it up like a kitten lapping up milk.
A low keening sound came from her lips as Max dipped his finger inside her, his lips latching onto her clit.
“OH GOD! OH GOD!....” Liz repeated the mantra over and over again while she watched Max eat her out. Normally, she would wonder if he was enjoying it as much as she was, but the proof was staring her in their reflection from the mirror.
She watched as Max immersed himself in her folds, his nose delicately grinding against her clit while his tongue licked around his pumping fingers.
“Please....Max....please....” Her hands reached down to his shoulders, squeezing to get his attention.
He looked up at her with hooded eyes, his fingers never stopping their thrusting. “Please what?”
Sobbing, Liz pushed her hips up. “Please.....make me cum...”
He suckled her thigh lovingly, smiling up at her. “Anything for you.” With that, he quickened his movements, his mouth latching onto her nub.
When she bucked up, he pulled his fingers out, moving quickly up her body as he buried himself to the hilt.
Liz clawed at his back as she tumbled over the edge. His ministrations had done her in, but having him inside her as she pulsed to completion made her orgasm hit harder.
Being as patient as he could, Max kissed her face, his hands gently brushing away sweaty tendrils of hair away from her face. “I love you so much.” He bent his head, kissing her mouth sweetly as she continued to sob. “Spend the rest of your life with me?”
Unable to utter a word, Liz just nodded. Her body was still on a high and she found herself building quickly as Max slowly pumped in and out of her slick depths. But she didn’t want that. This slow and steady crap was going to kill her.
Cupping his face, she couldn’t resist licking his jaw as she spoke. “I don’t.....I don’t want this...”
Max stopped dead in his tracks, thinking he had hurt her.
But Liz just shook her head, offering him a tight smile. “I want you harder. I want you faster. I want you deeper.”
Max gulped, his head just bobbing in response. His hand moved down to her leg, bringing it over his shoulder. He did the same for the other leg, his hands resting on either side of her head as he pushed himself deeper.
Liz bit her lip, her eyes closing as she felt him twitch inside her. “NOW!”
Nodding, Max began a flurry of deep and hard thrusts, his hips pistoning against hers. Their bodies ground against each other, the only sound in the room, their groans of pleasure and wet flesh slapping together.
Max grimaced, seemingly unable to get deeper. He wanted to get inside her so deep that he reached her womb.
Liz steadied her hands under her hips, her hands ripping up fistfuls of the carpet as she felt Max shoving his cock to the hilt. Nearing her end, Liz slipped her hand to her opening, quickly thumbing her clit.
Max saw what she was doing and lost it. His hips hammered almost violently, his seed spilling into her tight walls.
Warmth spread throughout Liz’s body as white lights flashed behind her eyes. She vaguely remembered Max rolling them over so that she was lying on his chest. Her eyes seemed impossibly heavy that all she could utter out was a quick I love you before sleep claimed her.
Max kissed the top of her head, reaching under the tree for the smallest package there. He ripped it open, taking out a small velvet box. He popped it open, admiring the way the firelight flickered against the diamond.
“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” He took the ring out, slipping it onto Liz’s finger before following her in slumber.
Liz awoke a few hours later, completely sated and relaxed. That was the best Christmas Eve she had ever celebrated. She placed her hand on his chest to get a better look at his sleeping face when she saw the diamond ring on her finger.
Her loud gasp woke him up, his large fists rubbing away the sleep. “You like it?” His voice was husky since he had just woken up.
“When did you- how did-...uh...when....um...” Liz continued to mumble incoherent words as she stared at the rock on her hand, then down to Max’s smiling face.
Max rubbed his warm palms over her shoulders. “I asked you last night if you would spend the rest of your life with me, and you said yes.” He touched the ring, his amber eyes glowing. “I’m sorry I didn’t get down on one knee and everything, but I couldn’t wait.” He looked up at her, realizing that she hadn’t said a word. His heart teetered on breaking as he saw tears in her eyes. “You don’t like it?”
Liz shook her head and Max felt his heart shatter. That is, before Liz clung to him like a second skin, kissing him everywhere she could. “I love you. I love this ring. I love you. I can’t wait to start the rest of our lives together...” She paused, smiling down at him. “And did I mention I love you?”
Feeling a little more playful, he quirked his eyebrow shyly. “I could hear it just one more time....you know, just to be sure.”
Liz sat up on his chest, straddling his hips. “How about I just show you?”
He nodded eagerly. “That would....yeah.....that would work too.”
Leaning down to kiss him, Liz whispered against his ear as she rose up and over his erection, burying him deep inside her.
“Merry Christmas, baby.”
“Merry Christmas, Liz.”