Roxanne walked home after a long, stressful shift at the hospital. Hanging up on her loved one's festive banter as she put her keys in the lock. She shuffled the phone to rest between her cheek and shoulder as she turned the doorknob and pushed the door open with her foot.
"I'm home!" She called out in case her boyfriend was home.
No response.
He must be working late. She chuckled to herself with amusement.
Roxanne slipped into something more comfortable, putting her phone on charge.
The year flew by so fast. It felt like June, not December. Though in good conscious, she could not say that she would miss this year. She found love. He managed to stay out of trouble, on her behalf. Their Christmas decorations were sparse. The pair agreed that decorations were a formality. The house smelled faintly like Christmas Pudding and pine. Collin was all her romantic side wished for.
The young woman heated up some leftovers to nibble on while she waited for her boyfriend to get home. To top it off, she helped herself to sweet aroma of the Christmas cookies she helped Collin to bake a week in advance. She gazed through the window watching the first snow as it blanketed the streets bursting with Christmas lights. She hoped that the snow predicted for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day would allow her to stay home over the holidays. Hopefully no one would be hurt by the ice coating the asphalt and pavements.
When she turned on her phone, she selected her Christmas playlist. Dancing around the house in her socks and Christmas sweater. Collin returned home, stomping right to the shower to wash away the tension of the day. As soon as he stepped out of the shower, he was lassoed by tinsel. Raked into loving arms. His cheeks peppered by kisses from his sweetheart.
"Surprise!" She giggled, dragging him to the bedroom by the hand.
He gave in. That look in her eyes was wicked, and he wanted to do everything her naughty mind thought of.
"Sit down." She said, pushing him down onto the bed. "I want you to warm up. You know what I like to hear."
Collin gulped; his hand guided to his crotch by the woman whispering in his ear. Her voice was hypnotic. He let her hands guide his to the bulge in his pants. Wanting her as she rose from her spot on the bed beside him. Leaving him to prepare for her surprise by himself.
Collin sucked back harshly, sliding his hand up and down his own shaft. From the base to the tip. His hands (robotic and organic) shook uncontrollably. He twitched, feeling fit to burst. Relaxed on Roxanne's double bed, but his mind hazy. Balancing on the edge. Rocking his hips. A setting sun enhanced the ambience of the room.
"Ah! Yes, Roxy. More…Don't stop!" He panted. "Please…let me cum." He begged Roxanne to allow his release.
She tsked at him with a mischievous smile. She tied back her short hair as she retrieved Collin's gift from the bottom of her wardrobe. She had been planning this for a while now. She loved how he blushed in frustration.
He continued to talk dirty, pushed to his breaking point. Her hand skimming down over his quivering back. Murmuring sweetly into his ear. He didn't want to look. He had a good idea of what she was holding behind her back as she rose to her knees, pushing him onto his hands and knees with the momentum of her hips.
"Has my pet been naughty or does he deserve a present for being a good boy?"
Collin closed his eyes. Her hands massaging him. His thoughts scattered by her voice, her proximity, her smell.
"Hmmn." He murmured without thinking. "All I want for Christmas is you, Roxanne. All of you. Please don't hold back on me."
That was what she liked to hear. It was going to be a night to remember. Christmas miracles did happen, even long after the childhood whimsy of the festive season faded.