I'm finally back! I have been incredibly busy lately what with work, Christmas, and a new project I have started on that I hope to have posted soon. I give unto you more sexiness with Reagan putting on a show reminiscent of a burlesque show or something while singing a Christmas song that I have always found slutty for some reason. The song doesn't belong to me, which is probably good since I referred to it as slutty. Anyway! Enjoy!
Since her house had become over run with different family members, Klaus, Reagan, and Marian had decided to head to the local inn. Klaus and Reagan rented a room together of course. Marian had opted to rent his own room, after being forced to do so by Klaus.
Marian had retired to his room relatively early to get his beauty sleep. Reagan and Klaus had decided to take this opportunity to spend some much needed time alone together.
He picked her up and carried her bridal style across the threshold and over to the bed. Reagan let out a soft squeak of surprise as he unceremoniously dropped her and began making his ascent up to meet her lips in a passionate kiss. He began trailing his lips and tongue along her jawline, nibbling the sensitive skin below her ear. This elicited a soft giggle from her lips.
"Klaus," she said pressing against his chest slightly, "why are you in such a hurry tonight?"
"Because between Marian gushing over our wedding and family events, I have not spent enough alone time with my beautiful wife to be," he growled, running his hand along her side.
She giggled and pushed against him a little harder, "You've been without it for this long, you can wait another 10 minutes while I freshen up a little."
"I don't think I can," he replied huskily, nibbling at her ear.
"Five minutes," she insisted, pushing him away and climbing off of the bed.
He groaned in frustration, "Fine, but if you're not back in five minutes, I'm coming after you."
She ran toward the bathroom grabbing her bag as she went. He stood from his position on the bed, stripping down to his boxer briefs and began to wait impatiently for her return. The room was silent except for Reagan's movements as well as her muffled voice singing.
Klaus tried lying in every possible position trying to get comfortable enough to wait but it was all in vain. He had been without Reagan for far too long and, to put it mildly, he was a bit antsy. Sitting up on the bed, he had decided that her five minutes were almost up when the bathroom door opened.
Reagan stepped back into the room wearing a red satin skirt and matching bra. The skirt sat low on her hips below her navel. The bottom hem was trimmed in white fur and fell at the very top of her thighs. Her breasts were pressed together, amplifying her cleavage. Both of the bra's cups had more white fur wrapped along the top. She also wore a pair of red thigh high stockings that had the same white fur hiding the elastic holding them in place.
She sashayed over to him while singing to him seductively.
"Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree for me. Been an awful good girl. Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight."
She danced closer to him, leaning forward to let her lips graze his ear gently. Klaus' eyes raked down to her cleavage.
"Santa baby, an auto space convertible too, light blue. I'll wait up for you dear. Santa baby, hurry down the chimney tonight."
He reached forward, ready to pull her closer to him but she maneuvered her way out of his grasp.
"Think of all the fun I've missed. Think of all the fells that I haven't kissed. Next year I could be so good, if you'll check off my Christmas list."
She pushed him back on the bed. He propped himself up on his elbows quickly, not wanting to miss any of her show.
"Santa honey, I want a yacht and really that's not a lot. Been an angel all year. Santa baby, hurry down the chimney tonight."
She let her fingertips trace his inner thigh, garnering a frustrated groan from him.
"Santa cutie, there's one thing I really do need, the deed, to a platinum mine. Santa cutie, hurry down the chimney tonight."
Klaus reached to grab her again, his erection becoming painful with the desire he was feeling for her. She managed to dance out of his grasp again and waved her finger at him, still managing to seem seductive.
"Santa baby, and fill my stocking with a duplex and checks. Sign your 'x' on the line. Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight."
Her fingers traced slow circles along his thigh, barely grazing his hardened penis. He let out another groan of as he felt her fingers against him. She pushed him back on the bed again, propping her knees on the edge and holding herself off of him.
"Come and trim my Christmas tree, with some decorations bought at Tiffany. I really do believe in you. Let's see if you believe in me."
She started crawling up his body, letting her lips graze his stomach and chest as she did. Straddling him, she let her skirt slip higher on her hips. Klaus could feel the heat radiating off of her and didn't need to see in order to know that she was not wearing panties. She ground her hips against him slightly, ceasing her movements as her lips came in contact with his ear.
"Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring. I don't mean on the phone. Santa baby, hurry down the chimney tonight."
Her lips brushed against his as she whispered, "Hurry down my chimney tonight."
That was all Klaus needed. He immediately pulled his boxer briefs down far enough to release his erection and slip inside of her easily. Groaning in appreciation, he could already feel his orgasm building. Reagan moaned loudly, rocking her hips feverishly against his erect member.
The anticipation and build up had almost been too much for Klaus. He knew that at this rate there was no way that she was going to climax before him. His hand slid up her thigh to the warm wet heat between her legs. Finding the hardened nub he was searching for, he rolled it gently between his thumb and forefinger.
Reagan released a cry of pleasure as she continued to bounce forcefully on top of him. Klaus pressed his fingers harder against her, rubbing in small, steady circles. He forced himself deeper inside her, his hips bucking upward wildly. Reagan came down on him harder, screaming in pleasure as she did. He could tell by her reactions that she was almost as close as he was.
Klaus slammed his hips upward once more before groaning loudly and releasing deep inside of Reagan. His fingers pressed harder against her clitoris the movements coming more frantically and erratically with his orgasm.
He grabbed Reagan's hand, placing it between her legs and encouraging her to finish while he was able to remain inside her. She moved her fingers frantically, craving release. Klaus could feel himself beginning to slip out of her. He forced himself deeper inside of her, wanting her to finish as badly as she was clearly wanting to.
Her breathing started coming as rushed pants of ecstasy. She could feel her orgasm building inside of her with their combined efforts. Suddenly, she released a loud, primal scream with an explosive orgasm. She shuddered heavily and fell limply on top of him.
He brushed the sweat soaked tendril from her face, leaning down as best he could to give her a passionate kiss. They lay there in complete silence, their frantic breathing the only sound. Reagan lay heavily, her head almost burying into Klaus' chest. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her tightly against him.
"That…" he said pointedly but let his voice fall at that.
Reagan didn't say anything, merely nodding in agreement.
They stayed that way for some time before Klaus finally broke the silence, "Goddess if you only knew what you do to me…I love you so much."
Reagan was completely silent.
"Reagan?" he asked somewhat worried.
He leaned over a bit, trying to get a better look at her face. Suddenly, he could hear her snore softly.
Smiling at her tenderly, he leaned down and kissed the top of her head and whispered, "I love you, Reagan."
Kissing her on top of the head, he pulled the blanket from the bed around them and fell asleep easily.