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Santa Baby
"Ouch! Dammit," Puck yelped as he shook out his hand.
Quinn glanced over from her spot on the couch and couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of her thirty-two year old husband sucking on his thumb while sitting on the floor in front of the pink and white playhouse that Santa was supposed to leave for their daughters to discover on Christmas morning.
Puck snapped his head toward his wife at the sound of her laugh, "What? The fucking thing pinched me. Hard too! Evil playhouse..."
"Yes, because the pink and yellow flowers around the outside make it look so sinister," she teased.
"They're a diversion from the real evil lurking within," he added, resuming his work on assembling the playhouse.
"Well, I know that your little girls will love it and Santa will be a hero in the morning," she replied, continuing to stuff their kids' stockings with Christmas candy and other small toys and trinkets.
In fact, she knew their daughters would love their new playhouse and she was excited to see how her two year old, Riley, and her four year old, Ella, would react when they saw it on Christmas morning. It took her almost an hour to coax them out of it when they first saw it at the toy store a month ago, and when she finally pulled them out and got them both settled in the cart, she ended up having to deal with a temper tantrum from Riley and serious attitude from Ella for the rest of the day.
"Stupid Santa, always getting credit for all of the cool shit," Puck complained as he tightened another screw and began working on securing the roof, "This whole holiday is a damn conspiracy. Just like Valentine's Day. You buy a bunch of shit for one day of the year and people act surprised for a while then eventually get tired of it. Such a hassle!"
"Ok, first of all, you haven't once complained about what I've gotten you for Valentine's Day in the past so I would choose my words carefully, Puckerman," she reminded him, waggling her eyebrows at him and smiling when she saw him swallow hard at the threat, "And second, yes it's a bit of a hassle, but it's fun and the magic of Christmas is totally worth it! The kids love it, I love it, and secretly, deep down, I know you love it too."
Puck rolled his eyes and continued to screw the roof onto the playhouse, "Babe, you know I'm Jewish. I like Hanukkah."
"Yeah, but you like Christmas too, don't deny it."
"I like watching the kids, but this whole thing is such a pain in the ass. We should just celebrate Hanukkah only. So much easier and a lot less of a hassle than all of this crap," he replied, gesturing to all of the parts strewn across the floor.
"Hanukkah is less of a hassle? It lasts for eight nights, Puck! How is that less hassle? Christmas is one day, Hanukkah is eight!"
"Yeah, cuz we're smart enough to spread the fun out over time instead of tearing open presents we spend hours wrapping and putting together only for the whole thing to be done in less than an hour."
"Still, my argument is valid that one day is less stressful than eight nights of celebration. I love celebrating with you and your family, and I'm glad we decided to raise the kids in both religions, but it's still a hassle."
"Whatever. All I know is that it's almost one in the morning and I still have to put together Danny's basketball backboard and hoop. I'm the one putting this all together so Santa can give it to them in the morning, therefore I get to judge whether this is a hassle or not…and it is," he complained, finally putting the finishing touches and the last window shutters on the playhouse before standing back and admiring his handiwork, "And honest to God, I am never buying another thing that has the words "Some Assembly Required" or "Batteries Not Included" on the box. Assholes. Worst two phrases ever!"
"Aww," Quinn cooed sarcastically as she stood and hung all of the finished stockings, "Poor baby.
"Woman, you patronize me now, but just wait for next year when I make you put together all of this shit and I sit around and fill stockings!"
"Yeah, well, you know how well I do with tools," she replied, arching her brow. The last time she was allowed to use any tools in the house, two picture frames and a full-length mirror all came crashing down after she used the wrong kinds of nails to hang them all with.
"You work very well with my tool," Puck joked before winking at his wife, "In fact, from here on out, we should have a house rule that the only tool you're allowed to use is mine."
Quinn scoffed lightly before rolling her eyes, "You're right, you are a tool."
"Ha ha," he replied humorlessly before going back to work on Danny's basketball hoop. Thank God he didn't have to mount it over the garage just yet, because Puck could sure use a break from putting stuff together for a while. If the snow hadn't gotten too bad outside over night, he may get a chance to put it up tomorrow, but if not, it probably wouldn't be a big deal to Danny. He would put it up eventually…it was the thought that counted anyways, right?
Quinn sighed wistfully before glancing around the room at the plethora of gifts and toys they were planning on surprising their kids with in the morning, hoping that they all loved and appreciated everything they received. Puck and Quinn had really tried hard to teach their children all about the true meaning of the holiday season and thought they had done a good job of showing them that it was more about appreciating what you had and giving back to those less fortunate than it was about all of the holiday hype and the gifts and presents they would receive.
The family had spent the past several years volunteering for the local Marine Corps. Reserves unit Puck was stationed with helping out with their Toys for Tots campaign by collecting all sorts of toys for those who were less fortunate than their own children and had even spent a few Christmas Eves serving up food at the homeless shelter downtown, so they felt that they did a pretty good job. In fact, Quinn could honestly say that her seven year old son had really learned the true meaning of Christmas last year when he caught her wrapping a brand new remote controlled truck and instead of letting her finish and put it under the tree, he insisted that they take it down to the shelter and let the other kids there play with it instead. It was a very proud moment indeed for their whole family.
Quinn looked back over at Puck and grinned, briefly wondering if her plan would actually work at this late hour but after thinking it over for a bit, she just decided to go for it.
"Hey hun, I'm gonna go check on the kids. Probably should make sure they're all still asleep and not trying to plot and scheme their way downstairs to catch Santa this year. I'll be back down in a few."
"Sounds good babe," he replied, a hint of sarcasm lacing his voice as he spoke, "You'll probably make it back just in time for me to finish! Thanks for all of your help too, by the way."
"Oh, you're so welcome," she rolled her eyes before heading upstairs, quietly checking each of their kids rooms before making her way toward the master bedroom.
This is going to be good, she thought to herself as she quickly began getting one of Puck's gifts ready.
x-x-x-x-x-x
"Motherfucker!" Puck whisper-shouted, before unscrewing the crooked hunk of metal he just screwed in.
"Language," Quinn chided as she made her way down the stairs.
"Whatever, the kids aren't even around to hear me say it," he replied, his eyes totally focused on the hoop in front of him.
"Fine, I'll let it slide this once," she smiled.
Puck felt her approach him from behind but he continued working, replacing the bent screw with a new one and twisting it into place, his aching fingers thrilled that he was finally done for the evening. He pulled off the plastic protective tape around the edges and marked the box above the rim before picking it up and setting it aside, sticking a big red bow on it in the process.
"There! Finally finished!" he said excitedly.
He turned around and caught a glimpse of his wife standing there in her floor-length black satin robe smiling back at him, her eyes full of mirth as she watched her husband with pride. He then saw the Santa hat perched on her head and quirked an eyebrow, feeling a hint of curiosity as to why she put that on now instead of tomorrow, but he had learned a long time ago that questioning his wife's methods was futile most of the time.
"Did you find another gift upstairs?" he asked, noticing the small gift bag in her hand and gesturing for her to hand it to him, "Here, I'll find a spot for it under the tree."
"Actually, this one is for you," she replied, handing it over to him, "Open it."
"Now?" he asked, puzzled.
"Yeah."
Puck went and sat on the couch across from the tree while Quinn remaining standing in front of him, watching as he removed the tissue paper from the bag and reached inside, pulling out a matching Santa hat.
He looked back up at her and gave her a confused smile, "What's this for?"
"Put it on and I'll tell you."
"Do I really have to?"
"If you want your other present, yes," she answered, biting her lip and lowering her eyes.
At thirty-two years old, Puck had been with Quinn for fourteen years now (longer if you counted the time they spent together in high school) and they had been married for the last ten years, so it was safe to say that they knew each other's expressions like the back of their hands.
And Puck knew damn well that Quinn only bit her lip and looked at him in that way when she was either turned on or planning something to turn him on.
He grinned up at her before pulling the Santa hat on and reclining back against the couch cushions, "So, now that I've done what you've asked, I'm curious as to what my other present would be."
Quinn untied the black sash wrapped around her waist and let the front flaps of her robe fall open, revealing a transparent, lacy crimson red nightie and panty set, complete with white furry trim around the bust and bottom hem lines.
She pushed the robe aside and placed both hands on her hips, jutting her breasts out in the process. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth to moisten her lips before biting her lower lip again, her eyes never leaving Puck's face as she watched his expression change from puzzled, to surprised, then finally to greedy, his eyes betraying his desire.
Puck grinned widely as he allowed his gaze to rake up and down her body, taking in her long porcelain legs, her toned, slim waist, the outline of her light pink nipples pebbling through, her cherry red lips and those hazel pools, dark with lust, staring back at him.
"So does this mean I'm Santa and you're one of my little helpers?" he asked as he reached out for her.
She took his hand and straddled his lap, her breasts thrusting up near his face as she sat up higher to adjust his hat.
"Mmm, looks like it," she purred into his ear before beginning her descent, nipping his earlobe and jaw on her way to his lips.
He grasped her hip with one hand and the back of her neck with the other and pulled her in for a kiss, their lips melding together as their tongues tangled with one another. Quinn shifted her hips, eliciting a low groan from Puck when she came into contact with his very obvious arousal.
"Hmm," she sighed against his lips, "Looks like someone's got a present for me too."
"That depends on how good you've been this year," he teased, "So tell me, have you been naughty or nice?"
"Isn't that up to you to decide," she replied, letting her fingers gently massage the back of his neck and shoulders as she twisted her hips again, earning a sharp gasp in the process.
Puck trailed his lips across her collarbone and up her neck, suckling the hot spot just below her earlobe. "Well, according to my list, you have been pretty nice this year," he murmured, "But you do have a bit of a naughty streak in you."
"Will I still get a present, Santa?" she moaned as his hands found their way under her nightie and skimmed her sensitive sides, "I promise I'll be a good little helper."
"And how do you plan on doing that?"
"Well, I'm very helpful around the workshop and I am quite handy with tools," she replied, grinding her hips into his again.
Puck leaned forward and brushed his lips over her nipples, careful not to linger too long as he wanted to draw this little game out and see where Quinn would take it.
"So you're good with tools, eh? What about Santa's special tool?"
"Oh, I'm very capable of handling your special tool, Santa. I'll take good care of it too," she replied with a breathy moan.
Quinn drug her hands down the front of his shirt until she found the waistband of his jeans, leaning into him and making quick work of the button and zipper. She shifted backwards slightly and grasped his jeans and the waistband of his briefs, slowly pulling them down and freeing Puck Jr from the confines of his pants.
She gently took him in both of her hands, slowly teasing him and massaging him with her touch. A low growl escaped the back of his throat as she pumped her hands up and down, his eyes venturing south to watch her movements.
"Would you like me to show you how good I am, Santa?" Quinn asked, licking her lips as his gaze returned to hers.
"Mmm hmm," he nodded before grinning again.
Without ceasing her movements, Quinn slid off of his lap and onto the floor, pushing Puck's knees apart to allow her to kneel in front of him. She leaned forward, her gaze never leaving his as she traced the swollen head of his member with her tongue, swirling it around the tip like she would with an ice cream cone.
She dipped her head lower, flattening her tongue against him as she took several long swipes up his shaft, finishing each by allowing her lips to close over the very tip of him briefly before starting the whole process over again.
Puck groaned and tightened his grip on the hand she placed against his thigh, the other hand fisting against a decorative pillow as he tried to refrain from tangling it through her hair…he knew she didn't like that and would probably stop the magic her mouth was creating if he did.
Quinn could tell by the throaty noise he made that he was enjoying what she was doing and decided on stepping it up and bringing out the big guns sooner rather than later. She opened her mouth wider and closed it over the head, swirling her tongue again as she began to take more of him into her mouth. One of her hands wrapped around the base of his shaft began pumping up, meeting her lips as she began slowly bobbing up and down, taking more and more of him into her with each movement of her head, never once breaking eye contact with her husband.
Puck shivered as he felt her take him deeper into her mouth, savoring the warmth and sensation her tongue and hand created. He loved the fact that his wife was still willing to go down on him and was rather enthusiastic about it when she did, oral sex being a regular fixture in their relationship for years now as they both enjoyed tasting and pleasing one another in that way. He had heard stories from other guys he worked with or served with talk about the complete lack of spice in their marriages and how sex had just become a boring, monotonous obligation between them and their significant others.
But sitting here right now, watching his wife pleasure him with her mouth while dressed in the sexiest Santa negligee and hat he had ever seen, he thanked God or Buddah or Allah or whoever else would listen for the fact that they hadn't turned out that way. Three kids (four including Beth) and fourteen years later and the sex was still smoking hot…and so was his wife.
Quinn watched Puck's eyes glaze over as she continued to bob up and down on his shaft, varying her speed and tempo occasionally to keep things interesting. His fingers wound their way through hers and she could tell he was struggling to keep his other hand out of her hair as she noticed his sheet-white knuckles fisted around the pillow. She genuinely appreciated his restraint, moaning as she tasted the first traces of his salty essence as she continued her assault.
The moan created an added sensation and caused Puck's hips to buck involuntarily, the tip of his member bumping the back of Quinn's throat. Puck's head fell back against the couch cushions as he moaned loudly, the feeling incredible as his wife's lips brushed the base of his shaft.
Quinn gagged momentarily before trying to swallow again, the pleasure on her husband's face priceless as she drew him in as far as she could, fairly impressed with herself that she could take him in all the way to the hilt. After all, he was quite gifted in the size department.
She continued to bob up and down, taking him as far in as she could while swirling her tongue around him as she made the ascent back up, only to repeat the process a few more times. A few moments later, she felt his body stiffen and noticed his arms and legs begin to tremble, his eyes wide as he searched hers for permission to chase his release.
She nodded gently before taking him in again, his shaft pulsating briefly before he came. While swallowing wasn't really Quinn's favorite thing to do, she knew Puck loved it when she did and this was about him right now. Plus, she read somewhere that it actually helped strengthen and whiten teeth, and whether that was accurate or not, it still made Quinn feel somewhat better about doing it.
Once his body stopped convulsing and Quinn had cleaned him up a bit, she stood and smiled back at him, savoring the sated grin covering his face.
"Fuck Q, that was amazing," he murmured, his voice husky as his eyes swept up and down his wife's body.
Quinn grinned before biting her lip, "I'm going to go brush my teeth, but I'll meet you in the bedroom?"
Puck reached out and grabbed her hand, tugging her into his lap again before trying to kiss her. She pulled back a bit, but he tangled his fingers in the hair at the nape of her neck, pulling her forward and murmuring "I don't care" before kissing her hard.
Quinn looped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, the two of them savoring the rare alone time as they held each other close. After a few minutes, Quinn felt the unmistakable arousal of her husband underneath her behind, pulling back a bit and staring him down.
"Are you serious? Again? That quickly?"
He grinned before teasing a nipple with his thumb, Quinn whimpering lightly as he lowered his head and suckled it through the thin fabric, "What can I say? My little helper is pretty fucking hot and I haven't even seen her naked yet."
"Interested in round two, are we?" she asked, inquisitively quirking an eyebrow.
"Oh most definitely," he replied, his fingertips gently pulling the straps of her nightie down her shoulders, trailing light kisses in their wake, "And I can help you with the getting naked part. I'm pretty good at making your panties drop."
He brushed his hands down her sides, his fingers tracing upwards as he tried to pull the camisole up her body. Before he could get very far, Quinn stopped him, stilling his hands with her own.
"Believe me, I know you're good at making my panties drop. Lately it's been more like ripping them off, but whatever works," she teased, "And I would love your help."
"I feel there is a "but" somewhere in there."
Quinn smiled, her husband knowing her all too well, "But…we need to continue this in the bedroom."
Puck frowned at her response, his body ready to go again right this second. "Why?" he asked, his fingertips ghosting up the insides of Quinn's thighs, stroking her center through her panties, "I like it right here. Right now."
Quinn moaned as he slipped his fingers past her panties, his warm flesh meeting her hot, slick folds.
"Mmm, that's not fair," she whimpered into his ear, her fingernails raking up and down the nape of his neck, "And we do need to go upstairs and you can finish unwrapping your present in the privacy of our room."
"You still haven't told me why," Puck replied, circling her clit with his thumb before slowly inserting a finger into her wetness.
"Oh God," Quinn's breathing hitched at the surprising, yet welcomed, intrusion. Her hips began to grind down onto his hand as he added another finger, easing them in and out of her body at a steady rate, "Because if any of the kids wake up and wander down here, they're going to want to know why Mommy is kissing Santa Clause in inappropriate places and doing inappropriate things under the Christmas tree…and I don't want to have to send them to therapy for scarring them for life. Our door at least has a lock."
"Ooh, thank you Puck for installing that two years ago," he teased, reminiscing on the last time one of their children, Danny, almost walked in on them, the whole encounter following that night earning Quinn the private nickname of "Boogieman" for her inability to keep quiet while they made love.
Puck sighed and nipped at her earlobe before halting his movements and withdrawing his fingers, making a show out of licking them clean before kissing Quinn again, "Fine, bedroom it is. I'll shut off the lights down here, which gives you about fifteen seconds to get that fine ass into our room before Santa's coming…again," he grinned and winked, proud of his double entendre.
Quinn's eyes sparkled at the challenge and she quickly slid off his lap, grabbing her robe off of the floor and racing up the stairs, trying to remain quiet and sneak past her kids doors until she was safely inside the master suite. She tossed her robe and the Santa hat she was wearing on a nearby chair, wondering what to do with herself until Puck came to bed. She readjusted her nightie when an idea struck.
She quickly slipped out of her panties and hung them on the door handle outside of their room.
She then turned the lights down lower and lit a few candles on their bedside tables, fluffing the pillows behind her and situating herself across the bed before she heard the unmistakable creak of their bedroom door.
Puck quietly closed the door behind him and twirled the panties around his forefinger as he walked toward her, his eyes dark with lust as he stared her down like a predator would its prey.
"Well this was a pleasant surprise," Puck said, holding up the panties and quirking an eyebrow at her, "Bold move, Fabray. I like it. You haven't done that since the sexy scavenger hunt you sent me on for our first wedding anniversary."
"You know that hasn't been my name for the last ten years… and I'm impressed you remembered."
"You honestly think I would forget anything about that night?" he grinned, peeling off his shirt and tossing it aside.
Quinn blushed momentarily before she caught herself and shrugged playfully, leaning back to give him a better view of her cleavage, "I figured you may appreciate the gesture."
"Mmm, you have no idea," he replied, undoing his pants and freeing himself once again, sucking in a sharp breath as the cooler air hit his heated skin. He took a few more steps toward the bed, his arm reaching up to remove the Santa hat.
"Leave it," Quinn commanded as she motioned him to come join her on the bed.
He grinned again and readjusted the hat, chuckling at the fact that it was the only stitch of clothing he had on at the moment.
Quinn's eyes swept the tan expanse of her husband's brawny chest, her mouth watering at the thought of tracing her tongue down the delicious cut lines of his muscles and raking her nails through the short, fine hairs sprinkled across his pecs and his treasure trail leading down to her favorite part of his anatomy. She continued to ogle as he neared the bed, his well-defined biceps, shoulders and back muscles offering the perfect slopes to dig her nails into and hold on tight while his lean torso and hips offered the perfect place for her to wrap her legs around whenever he took her for a ride.
Her eyes ventured further south to the dark (yet neatly manscaped) thatch of hair surrounding his impressive manhood, now standing at full mast once again. She knew Puck noticed her staring when she saw him lower one of his hands and stroked himself a few times, chuckling when she snapped her eyes back up at him, a light pink blush creeping up her cheeks.
He climbed up onto the bed and crawled over to her, gently easing her legs apart as he lowered himself down and kissed her again. He traced his fingers down one of her arms, his hand finding hers as his fingers laced through hers as he held it captive above her head. After a few moments, he broke away from the kiss and began trailing his lips down her body, stopping to nip and suckle her taut nipples before continuing his descent.
Once he reached the bottom hem of her nightie, he used his nose to nudge it up her body until it exposed her heated core to his greedy mouth. He hooked one arm underneath one of her legs and placed his hand on her lower abdomen to hold her still, briefly inhaling her scent before snaking his tongue out and dragging it slowly through her folds, earning a sharp intake of breath from Quinn at the contact. He lapped at her a bit as he ran his tongue from her entrance to just shy of her clit, careful not to make contact before repeating the motion in the opposite direction, Quinn squirming and whimpering with need with every swipe.
Finally, after teasing her for a few moments, Puck swirled his tongue around her clit, pulling the sensitive bud in between his lips and suckling hard. Quinn's hips bucked wildly as her hands grasped the back of his head, dragging her nails across the short, fine hairs of his head, creating a shiver that ran down his spine at the sensation.
He gently bit her clit then soothed it again with the pressure from his tongue, Quinn moaning deeply before begging for him to stop.
"Please Puck, I need you now!"
"I'm getting you there," he taunted, grinning against her center before swirling his tongue in figure eights against her clit.
"In me. NOW!" she demanded, her nails sinking into his forearm.
"So bossy tonight. I love it," he replied, pulling Quinn up and yanking the nightie over her head, his lips instantly attaching to hers.
She moaned into the kiss as her hands trailed up his thighs, cupping his member and stroking him firmly a few times, hoping he would get the hint. Puck groaned in return and cupped her face, pulling back just enough to look her in the eye.
"How do you want it?" he asked, the obvious spark of a challenge in his tone.
"Any way you want it, baby," she replied, sensuously licking her lips, "It's Santa's job to deliver tonight. I'm just his little helper." Challenge accepted.
Puck licked his lips and pushed her hands away, grasping her hips and pulling her up onto her knees to face him.
"Turn around and grab onto the headboard," he said, already helping turn her body for her.
She rolled her eyes, skeptical of her husband's choice of positions as she was never really a fan of this particular one. She thought it was kind of degrading, to be honest. Puck sensed her hesitation and leaned down to ease her tension.
"Trust me on this one," he whispered before kissing her sweetly on the temple and sitting back, allowing her to decide if she wanted to continue with this or if she wasn't comfortable and wanted to do something else.
They both liked to role play a bit and enjoyed mixing things up, and she knew he was well aware of her aversion to "doggie-style," but the fact that he broke character and let her have the power to decide what they would do next without pressuring her meant the world to her. So she decided to trust him this time and let him try what he wanted to, knowing that he would never hurt her…and hopefully help her hit her own climax in the process.
She leaned forward and kissed him tenderly, pulling back just enough to look him in the eyes briefly before turning around and grasping the headboard, leaning over as she knelt on the bed. She heard Puck groan behind her before she felt his fingertips trace the contours of her neck, his lips ghosting along her vertebrae as he traveled the length of her spine, a shiver of anticipation running up her back at his touch.
"You have the sexiest neck and back I have ever seen," he mused as his fingertips reached the base of her spine. "And this ass. Mmm, you have the most incredible and delectable ass," he continued, tracing his hand over the contours of her rear-end and squeezing before bending down and gently biting the upper portion of one of her cheeks.
Quinn giggled and jumped a little as he gave her a small love-bite, his hand caressing the area before she felt his body wrap around her back, his chest engulfing her with his warmth. He placed one of his hands next to hers to brace himself while she felt his other hand slide down her ass, his fingers finding their way to her center again.
"But this right here," he husked, stroking her gently, "There are no words to describe how much I love this part of your body. You're tight, slick heat. And it's all mine…forever."
Quinn shuddered as he placed a soft kiss against her shoulder blade. After a few more strokes his fingers were gone and she felt the tip of his member nudging up against her, waiting for permission to enter. He circled the tip around her clit and Quinn just about lost it, quickly nodding her head up and down in assent. Slowly, she felt him spread her apart, easing himself into her at a speed that could only be considered as painfully controlled.
She gasped at the sensation of fullness, her body shuddering involuntarily as he pushed in about halfway before drawing almost all the way back out at the same leisurely pace, continuing to work her over and over again.
He snaked his free arm around her body and cupped her breast, gently pinching and rolling her nipple in between his thumb and forefinger as he increased the tempo, still only thrusting partially in before pulling out. The teasing became almost too much for Quinn as she moaned loudly and tried to thrust her hips back into his, hoping to create more friction.
His whole body engulfed hers as he rocked into her, his front against her back as they moved together. Quinn continued to push back against him, causing him to chuckle a bit before leaning in and nipping on her earlobe.
"You like this?"
"Oh God yes," she moaned wantonly, "Faster."
He picked up the pace, still only thrusting in part of the way. Quinn groaned as she tightened her grip against the headboard, her knuckles going white as she held on while he thrust. She felt the onset of her orgasm start to rise but knew she needed more to finally hit that crescendo that would take her over the edge.
"Harder," she demanded as his hand left her breast and traveled down her quivering abdomen, stopping just shy of her center.
He pulled out and paused, grinning and chuckling lightly in her ear before thrusting back into her, burying himself to the hilt as he hit her hot spot deep inside. Quinn's eyes flew open and she threw her head back as he pushed against her, his tip hitting her back wall and nudging perfectly against the sweet spot that made her shudder each time he hit it.
Puck felt his wife go stiff as he bumped into her again, watching as the goosebumps rose on her arms and feeling the delicious clench of her inner muscles pulling on him hard with each movement. He withdrew before fully thrusting back in again, picking up a quick tempo as he pounded into her, hitting that spot over and over again.
The pleasure was almost too much as Quinn thrust back against him. She loved the feeling of him wrapped around her, allowing his free hand to explore her body while the angle and the sensation were simply amazing. She and Puck had tried many-a-position in their days but the feeling of fullness, her sensitivity to his touch, and his ability to hit all of her hot spots in this particular position was next to none.
She felt his hand leave her stomach and make its way further south, her body jerking before she let out a low moan as his fingers found their way into her folds, putting pressure on her clit and circling the sensitive bud with his middle finger as he continued to slam into her.
Puck groaned when he felt her jerk underneath him, his body going rigid as he continued to pump into her, knowing he was getting close.
"You feel so good, baby. It's like you body fits me like a glove," he hissed, his movements becoming more and more erratic as they neared the edge together.
Quinn turned her head to kiss him, letting go of the headboard and looping her arm up and around his head, pulling him closer and kissing him over her shoulder. He continued to circle her clit as he slammed into her, their lips never leaving one another as Quinn moaned into his mouth.
Her body quivered and jerked against his, her hips urging on his release, lifting with every delicious thrust.
"Noah, please," she pleaded against his lips.
He surged forward a few more times, hitting that perfect spot over and over again until the tight coil in her lower abdomen finally snapped, her climax hitting her like a freight train as her inner muscles clenched him hard. A delirious gasp escaped from her lips as her mouth hung open in a silent scream. She felt him grow rigid before he captured her lips, groaning into her mouth as he burst time after time while her body milked him through his own orgasm.
His body shuddered above her as he held her against his chest, both of their bodies quaking from the exertion. After a few breathless moments, Puck was the first to move, gently pulling out and easing himself off of her, their bodies sticky with perspiration. Quinn was still feeling some of the aftershocks of maybe one of the most intense sex sessions she had had with Puck in a long time, her body still shaking lightly before she felt his warm arms encircle her and pull her down into his body, holding her close and tracing his fingers up and down her back as they lay there together for a few minutes.
The room was silent save for their mutual panting, until Quinn broke the silence.
"Whoa," she murmured, her voice a touch gravelly, "That was amazing."
"No joke," Puck replied, his breathing equally labored as his heart continued to race.
"I think I like that position."
"A lot," he murmured, "I like it a lot."
"Good call."
"Thanks for trusting me. I read it in Men's Health."
"I knew we got that subscription for a reason," she joked before planting a kiss on his chest, "But seriously, that was hot."
"That was so fucking hot," he agreed, leaning down and capturing her lips.
As they broke apart, Quinn stared up at her husband, a small giggle escaping her lips as she noticed the Santa hat still in place.
"What?" he asked, giving her a puzzled look.
She gave him a coy smile before slowly running her fingers down his chest, "So Santa, did I perform up to your expectations?"
Puck grinned back at her before cupping her behind and squeezing.
"Oh, you went above and beyond my expectations and you are very, very capable of taking care of Santa's needs," he grinned, "In fact, I think every day should be Christmas at this rate."
"Really? So you like the holiday now?"
"Oh I'm all about Christmas now! Especially since you've set the bar pretty high with that little red number."
"Ahh, you liked?"
"You know my favorite color is red, baby. Red, lace and see-through. Best present ever! That's definitely going to turn into a tradition now. I don't care how many things I have to put together for "Santa," as long as my little helper will be there to ah, tend to my needs thereafter," he replied, nudging her playfully before stroking her hair.
"Well, you know how much I like being helpful… and the present at the end is just too good to pass up," she chuckled, before leaning up to kiss him, "Merry Christmas, baby."
"Merry Christmas, Q."
"See, Santa isn't so bad," she joked, leaning up to finally pull the Santa hat off of his head.
"Nah, and the kids love him. But I swear to Baby Jesus, and yes I know it's his birthday, don't look at me like that," he caught himself mid-Quinn eye roll at his un-political correctness, "I swear that if at any time a fat man dressed in a red suit comes breaking into my house via the chimney and tries to get his little helper back, I'll personally kick his ass all the way back to the North Pole, reindeer and all. Take heed, Rudolph!"
Quinn let out a hearty laugh before slapping a hand over her mouth, hoping she wasn't too loud and woke anyone up. Puck chuckled at his wife before reminding her that it wasn't a big deal ever since they switched Ella's and Danny's rooms after the whole "Boogieman" incident, seeing as how Ella could sleep through anything and Danny had a tendency wake up at any small noise, therefore moving him to the room farthest from theirs at the end of the hall made the most sense. Quinn giggled at the memory, smiling because despite the initial embarrassment at the realization that their son had been hearing them for a while, they were blessed with their youngest little girl Riley because of their activities.
She sighed as she snuggled in closer to Puck, savoring the feeling of being wrapped around him before she glanced over at the clock.
"Shit," she murmured before sitting straight up.
"What?" Puck asked, trying to pull his wife back down to him.
"I didn't realize it was this late. Or early rather."
Puck groaned, "What time is it?"
"It's 3:45," she replied, pushing the covers away.
"Where are you going?" he asked, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her in close to him again, nuzzling her neck.
She gently kissed his lips before trying to sit up again, Puck's arms acting like vice-grip around her as he held her in place.
"We need to get dressed and try to get a few hours of sleep before the kids barge in here and wonder why we're naked."
"Mmm, sleep now, clothes in the morning," he mumbled, kissing the crown of her head.
"Puck, seriously."
"Quinn, seriously," he mocked, "The door is locked and they know they have to wait until at least 6 a.m. before they can get up and see their presents. They'll pound on the door when they wake up. We're fine. It's not like Danny has perfected his James Bond/Jason Bourne spy skills and can pick the lock just yet, though he tries, and if it makes you feel better, I'll set the alarm for 5:50 so we can get dressed then. But right now, my wife is naked and wrapped around me. I just want to stay like this for a while."
"Ugh, you're right. The door is locked and we can just wake up early to get dressed. Plus, I like this," she replied, tracing the contours of his chest before settling in against his shoulder.
"Wait, did you just say the words "you're right?" Did you just admit I was right about something? Holy shit, it's a Christmas miracle!"
"Don't push it, Puckerman," she warned, pinching his side gently.
He squirmed and laughed, before kissing her one last time and closing his eyes.
"But I'm totally serious about that Santa guy. If he climbs down the chimney, I'll shoot him in the ass. That's breaking and entering. Pretty sure B&E is illegal in most states…and probably in the North Pole too."
Yeah, so that was a little more "rawr" than usual. Sorry if it was a bit much for some people, but they don't have an M+ rating so I just rolled with it. Otherwise, it would be awesome if you let me know what you think! Good or bad…you know, like an early Christmas present :) You all are awesome!
Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah!