Day 6: "You don't need mistletoe to keep me interested."
Addison closes the front door, turning around to face her husband with a sly smirk. He raises an eyebrow, moving from the living over to her.
"What're you thinking about?" he asks. He wraps his arms around her and pulls her into his chest, and she grins up at him.
"Nothing much," she says. "Just, ya know, your awesome sister and the kids' favorite aunt taking them out for hot cocoa. Leaving us here, with absolutely nothing to do." She says the last part dramatically, sighing and shaking her head. "What ever will we do while they're gone?"
Zed chuckles, shaking his head. "How terribly sad," he mutters. "I think I can find a way to fill the time."
It's Addison's turn to raise a brow at him but he doesn't say anymore, leading her back to their bedroom.
Zed has her sat on the bed, then backs up a few steps. He grabs the hem of his shirt, starting to pull it over his head. Addison grins excitedly. "I like where this is going," she says.
Zed chuckles, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it onto the dresser. "So last week," he says, moving to undo his belt, "I went shopping with Bree, remember?"
"I do."
He pulls his belt off, then makes slow work of his jeans. "Well, we found something, and it was too perfect not to buy." Zed grins cheekily. "I've also been waiting all day to show you."
Excitement floods her veins, and the fact that she knows it's something sexual just makes a different kind of excitement stir down there.
Zed turns around, pulling down his jeans. All she sees are some basic (yet festive) red, green, and black plaid boxer briefs—which was putting it generously. They weren't as short as his usual briefs but weren't loose like his usual boxers, a long and form-fitting spandex type of underwear. Addison bites her lip in anticipation.
"I love those," she says, watching his muscles flex as he pulls his legs out of his jeans.
Zed glances back at her and smiles. "Oh, you're gonna love them even more," he promises.
Zed straightens up, then turns around, presenting himself in his almost completely naked glory, and Addison's jaw drops. "Ta-da!"
She really, really loves these underwear. They fit him so well. And by that, she means they make his dick look amazing. The whole front is a solid black instead of plaid like the rest of the underwear, a green line running down it until—until it hits mistletoe. There's mistletoe on his underwear! It's hilarious and oddly incredibly sexy.
"Oh my God," she whispers. She can't even pull her eyes away from it.
Zed laughs. "Mistletoe," he declares. "You know what that means, right?"
"I love these undies," she says. She lifts her eyes to his face as he moves closer. "But you don't need mistletoe to keep me interested."
He shrugs, stopping once he's right in front of her. "Thought it'd be fun. Is this, ya know, fun?"
She giggles and nods, her eyes drifting back down to his crotch, licking her lips in anticipation. She leans forward, tilting her head and pressing a kiss to his covered bulge.
"Oh come on, babe."
Addison giggles, shaking her head. "It's just a kiss under the mistletoe, no?" she asks, feigning innocence.
"Undies mistletoe has a different set of rules," Zed states.
Addison hums, then leans in for another kiss. She lets her lips linger, almost mockingly moving them against his covered dick. His dick hardens under her ministrations. She moves her mouth along his length, sucking him through the spandex and appreciating the low moan that leaves his lips.
"Oh yeah baby," he whispers quietly. "Just like that."
She pulls back and lifts her hands, sliding her fingers in his waistband, then slowly pulls down the briefs. His erect dick springs out and she lets it bounce against her face, giggling a little when it does. She pushes his underwear down to his ankles aggressively, then turns her head, capturing his dick between her lips.
"Shit babe, so eager," he comments lightly.
Addison looks up at him, attempting a wink, then runs her tongue from the underside of his head up the already dripping tip. Zed tenses and moans, hands grabbing her hair for support.
"Oh god," he moans.
Addison leans forward, lightly guided by his urging hands, and takes him in her mouth. She sucks him as far down as she can without putting too much effort in, stuffing her mouth, much to Zed's appreciation.
Addison takes her time sucking his dick. She gets it nice and moist then sticks to the first few inches while her hand pumps the rest of his length.
Zed caresses her hair lovingly. He pulls his hips back, easing his dick from between her lips. "I'm getting close," he explains.
He moves his hands from her head down her arms, pulling her to a standing position and kissing her. Addison moans against his lips, pressing her body into his. Her arms wrap around his shoulders and he holds her at her waist, his swollen and slick member pressing against her panty-covered cunt.
He pulls his lips from hers despite her whine of protest. "And I," he trails kisses down her jaw, pulling a soft sigh from her lips, "have," he kisses down her neck, "many plans for you, my love."
He lifts his head, catching her labored breaths, her lust-filled eyes, swollen lips. She looks so beautiful, he can't help but kiss her again. Slowly, they fall back against the bed, passionately making out, slowly falling apart together. They had plenty of time, there was no need to rush the rest of the night.