Christmas Magic by Mysti Holiday

“I’m exhausted.” Kris fell back into the recliner and propped up his feet. “I feel like I did a year’s worth of work tonight.”

Ella laughed, stood and walked behind him. Her fingers brushed aside his white hair that was in need of a trim, crept under the collar of his shirt and began to knead his tight muscles. The snowman bell she wore around her neck every Christmas Eve jangled joyously. “Remember when we were first married? You’d work, I’d wait up, and when you got home just as the sun rose, you’d come to me, naked and ready?”

“I was years younger then. Now, I don’t think I could get it up with Viagra and a blow job.” He sighed and leaned into her magical touch.

Her body angled closer, breasts round and firm as oversized sugarplums brushed his shoulders. His cock twitched a bit, but just wasn’t up to the task. Her hands slid down his chest in a warm caress, and her cheek pressed against his. After a soft kiss, she circled the chair, sitting in his lap, her red skirt inching above her knees as she wriggled against his still flaccid penis.

“I have a Christmas wish, Santa.”

He grinned. “Tell me what you desire, and I’ll do my best to make it come true.” He gave his cock a mental pep talk, pressing it against her ass, but it still didn’t respond.

“Oh, Santa, dear. Never you worry. I have a little Christmas magic of my own.” The snowman jangled again, this time seemingly of its own volition and the room spun drunkenly.

After only a few seconds, he regained his equilibrium. Immediately, the aches in his body disappeared and his erection was solid and ready. He looked at his wife of thirty-nine years, and gaped as he took her in. Dark hair cascaded in loose curls down to her waist, her skin was smooth and unlined, blue eyes twinkled with mischief. She looked like she had on their wedding night. “Ella?”

“It’s a Christmas miracle.” She smiled and swung one leg over him to straddle him between her legs, cupped her hands around his now unwhiskered cheeks. “We have an hour, Kris. Let’s not waste even a minute talking.”

He didn’t need a second invitation, and stood, cupping her ass and wrapping legs around his waist. He kissed her then, lips mobile and warm, dipping his tongue between her teeth to mate with hers in a wild dance of desire. He’d never make it to bed, so dropped her on the couch and knelt in front of her. Fingers awkward from the need that poured through him, he fumbled with the buttons on her red nightgown, finally pushing it aside to find her breasts firm under his hands, nipples hard and tight. He ran one hand down her rib cage, delighted to find her completely naked beneath her nightie. His fingers found her moist center, and slipped up and down, teasing her clit, dipping into her hole ever so slightly and then back again.

“God, it’s been so long.” He murmured at the reaction of her body and took one firm, pink nipple into his mouth and simultaneously plunged two fingers deeply inside her. She cried out, arching her back to press her pussy against his palm, grinding herself against it.

He suckled and pumped his fingers, his palm pressing against her clit, until her walls clenched around them and she moaned her release. “One.” He said, and stood to shed his clothing.

Ella dropped her head to the sofa and gave a slow smile. “Are we going for a new record?”

“Of course.” He shimmied out of his boxers, and his cock emerged, pointing at Ella like she was north on a compass.

She licked her lips. “My turn.”

He groaned when she encircled his cock with her hand, pulling him closer until he was only an inch from those red lips. Her tongue darted out, flicking the head and lapping off the precum that glistened there. “Mmm…”

Without another word, she took him completely into her mouth, sucking and sliding up and down until the tip of his penis touched the back of her throat. She had one hand at the base of his cock, pumping in time with her mouth, while the other cupped his balls, squeezing gently, fingertips dancing along them until he thought he’d explode. Just as he felt his sac tighten and his body went taut with near release, he pulled away. He was so close it was painful, but he wanted to be inside her when he came.

After so many years, Ella knew exactly what he needed and sat back, spreading her legs wide. He drooled at the pink moist pussy, and knew he had to taste it or die. He knelt and put his hands on her knees, pushing them even further apart. “Mine,” he growled and dove in.

He licked the edges of her hole then flicked the tip of his tongue against her clit, making her jerk against him, then back down where he pushed his tongue into her cream-filled heat. Dear Lord, she tasted so good, sweet as a sugar cookie, and he couldn’t get enough. He moved back up to suck and flick her nub, fingers replacing his tongue in her vagina and brought her whimpering to the edge. Just before she came, he stopped, reared back and plunged his cock deep inside her, filling her until she could hold no more of him.

She grabbed his ass, forcing him deeper, slamming him in and out in a violent rhythm until his balls tightened and his body felt as though he was being turned inside out. With a cry and a groan, they both tumbled over the edge.

He dropped his head on her shoulder, taking a deep breath and wondering if his heart might burst from his chest. “I love you, Ella. I always will.”

“Oh, Kris, I love you, too.” She sighed and moved against him.

He began to harden again, and he lifted his head, eyes wide with amazement. “Wow.”

She grinned. “I love Christmas magic.”

He smiled, slid nearly all the way out and then slowly eased back into her again. “Ho, ho, ho.”

About the author: Mysti Holiday is the pseudonym of a very busy SAHM who dreams of warm climes and hot bodies. Most people know she writes, but not what she writes about: sexy men and the wanton women who love them. She’s married to a wonderful man who happily sacrifices himself for research, and she spends most of her days dreaming of interesting and unusual situations in which to place her characters. But most of all, she’s a sucker for a happy ending. Visit Mysti at her blog or website.

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