This is kind of fluffy and erotic
As Nick and Adalind sat in their chair and a half, gazing at their beautifully decorated Christmas tree, basking in the glow of the lights and the warmth of the fire, their hands began to creep under the other's shirt.
Their mouths sought each other out, needing to taste as well as touch.
Nick tightened his hold on Adalind. He cupped the back of her head with one hand as the other slid up her back and unclasped her bra.
Adalind's own hands explored under his shirt, gripping the firm muscles, that were too often covered in clothes.
They did not rush. There was no need. Each wanted to take their time and savor the skin of the one they loved.
With only the glow of the Christmas lights and the fire in the fireplace, Nick and Adalind felt wrapped in a world of warm serenity. Their lovemaking followed that theme.
Adalind's fingers slipped to Nick's groin. Deftly unfastening his pants, finding their way to his thickening member.
Nick moaned into her mouth, and squeezed the breast he held a little harder. He pushed her away just long enough to remove her clothes, then pulled her back in, to fasten his mouth on her neck, trail down her chest, and latch onto one already hard nipple.
Adalind dug her fingers through his hair, gripping tight as she moaned out her pleasure.
Their bodies shifted, Adalind pushed Nick pack against the chair and focused. Her desperate desire made it easy, to use her powers to force his pants off of him.
"You're amazing." He grinned at her as she physically rid him of his shirt.
"You're sexy." She whispered, running her hands over his well toned chest.
She grabbed ahold of his shaft, lifted herself up and impaled herself. They both moaned their ecstasy as her hot walls gripped tightly to his large rod.
Slowly, she rode him. The lights behind her giving her an ethereal glow. It made Nick feel like he was being made love to by an enchantress from a fairytale.
He knew there were many stories of beautiful magical woman who lured men, to either kill them or imprison them. Well, he was Adalind's very willing prisoner. Here to be used by her in any way she wanted.
But he couldn't deny his own want of her. His own need to have more of her.
He wrapped his arms tightly around her and cupped the back of her head, pulling her lips to his.
She cupped his neck as she positioned her gyrating hips to rub her clit over his pubic bone. Whimpering into his mouth as that coil inside her wound tighter and tighter, until finally, it snapped, and her entire body was consumed my euphoria.
Her walls convulsed around him, triggering his own release. Their bodies shook and they held each other tightly, as if anchoring themselves against the storm of pleasure they were both caught in.
For awhile, they stayed right there. Adalind laid her head on Nick's shoulder, and they just held one another, as their bodies came down from the high.
She giggled when she felt his fingers trace along her back. She sat up to look at him, and shuddered as aftershocks pulsed through them.
Nick's voice was low and strained when he suggested, "I think we should continue this in our bed. If that is alright?"
Adalind nodded and then gasped in shock when Nick just stood up, carrying her with him to their room.
The next morning. Adalind turned as red as their christmas decorations and did not know what to say, when Diana asked, "Mom, why are your's and dad's clothes in the living room?"
