1. I Want You

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Mmm, Merry Christmas, baby. Omar's voice rumbles against my skin, his lips near my ear as he leans over the back of the couch. I've been watching It's a Wonderful Life for the upteenth time, but I certainly don't mind the interruption.

His strong arms wrap around me from behind, his chin nuzzling the top of my head. I lean back into his embrace. Merry Christmas, my love.

Are the kids asleep? Olivia's been out since you read her that story. Elijah took a little longer, but he's sleeping now too.

Good. Do you think they had a good day? Yeah.

Olivia kept saying it was the best Christmas ever, so I'm pretty sure we nailed it. And did you have a good day? Yeah.

It was perfect. I grin, turning my head to look at my handsome husband, and as I do, he captures my lips in a kiss. I melt instantly.

I've kissed a lot of people in my life, but none of them ever gave me butterflies like Omar does. I can't help it but react to his lips against mine. He pulls away, and instinctively, I reach for him.

Omar walks around the couch to sit beside me. I snuggle up against him, basking in the spicy scent of his aftershave. It mingles with the smoke from the fireplace, the sharpness of our Christmas tree, the lingering aroma of the gingerbread cookies I baked earlier.

As I breathe it all in, the season's stress begins to ease, relieving some of the tension in my shoulders and neck. We did it. It was a successful Christmas, and now we get to celebrate.

As I turn towards my husband, Omar is already leaning towards me with a devilish glint in his eye. Cupping my face gently in his hands, he presses his lips to mine again. I maneuver myself into his lap, wrapping my legs around him, my hands coming up to tangle in his hair.

As my fingers gently scratch against his scalp, he murmurs something against my lips. I feel good. I know.

I want to make you feel good, too. His lips move to my neck, raising goosebumps as he nips at my soft skin. I melt like butter against him.

As he nibbles at my earlobe, I slip my hands under his shirt, desperate to feel his warmth on my palms. He groans softly at my touch, and I feel him grow hard beneath me. Instinctively, I grind my hips against his, then tug upward at the hem of his shirt.

You excited about something? I've been waiting all day for this. You mean the presents weren't enough? The presents weren't enough.

I wanted you. His shirt slips over his head, and he undoes the tie of my bathrobe, exposing my breasts to his hungry hands. Oh, fuck, you are so beautiful.

I moan as his thumbs trace circles around my sensitive nipples, then tweak them with a pinch. I'm about to ask for him to do it again, harder, when his mouth descends on my breast. His tongue leaves my nipple as he alternates between licking, sucking, and gentle nibbles.

Nothing gets me wetter than nipple play, and I moan his name as I grind my hips against the hardness in his jeans. I want to feel him inside of me, spearing into me, massaging me, pleasuring me. You're a wimp, right? I need you inside of me, Omar.

Oh, yeah? I'm already so wet. With a raised brow, he slips one hand into my panties.

Oh, fuck, babe. You're dripping. Told you.

Oh, God. You're sexy. I wiggle off his lap so that he can stand and take off his pants.

As he does, I lay back against the throw pillow, my legs spreading as my fingers trace circles around my clit. When he's naked, I hum appreciatively, slipping a finger into my pussy. God, I love looking at my husband's naked body.

How can he be so handsome even after all these years? As if reading my mind, he sits back onto the couch, his dick hard and throbbing. Get back on my lap, baby.

He doesn't have to tell me twice. I stand on the couch, my hands outstretched for balance as I remove my bathrobe and toss it aside. Then, my hands on his shoulders, I lower myself down until I'm hovering above his waiting dick.

With a smirk, I adjust myself so that only the tip of his cock is inside the entrance of my pussy. Do you want it? Oh, God, you tease.

Tell me how badly you want it. Oh, so fucking badly, baby. Take my cock.

Take it. The desperation in his voice makes heat flare between my legs. I can't hold back any longer.

With a swirl of my hips, I lower myself down onto him deeper and deeper until I'm all the way back in his lap. He's buried to the hilt, making me feel so full, so hot, so perfectly achingly stretched. We moan softly in unison, our lips a hair's breadth apart from each other.

With my knees on either side of Omar's thighs, I slowly lift myself up, feeling myself slide along the length of his curved dick. I hiss in pleasure and my husband claims my lips with his own, sliding his tongue into my mouth. When I lower myself back down, Omar moans softly, his ecstasy reverberating against my lips.

I increase my pace, lifting up, lowering down, and Omar grabs my ass with both hands hard enough to make me squeal. Oh, yeah. Oh, that's it, baby.

Oh, you all right, baby? Just like that. Bouncing on his lap, my breath coming fast and hard, goosebumps erupt all over my skin as his cock fills me up, spearing in and out of the deepest part of me.

The lights from the Christmas tree dance over Omar's face, illuminating the intensity in his eyes as they bore into mine. He slaps my ass, hard in half-taste. I moan.

Ugh. Shh. Can't fucking help it.

You feel so good, baby. Suddenly, Omar puts his hands on my shoulders and I let him push me gently onto my back. My turn.

Laying on top of me, he slides his cock back inside of me. I gasp, then slap my hand over my mouth as my husband fucks me fast and hard. My hands roam over his back, holding him tight to me as he murmurs into my ear.

Oh, fuck, baby. Oh, you feel so amazing. So tight around my cock.

Oh, you're gonna make me cum like this. Yes, baby, please. I want your cum.

With my free hand, I furiously rub my clit, moaning into my palm at the combined sensations. It's all too much. Omar's cock pounding me, my fingers on my clit, his voice in my ear, his lips on my neck.

Come with me. Come with me right now. With a groan, Omar explodes inside of me, his whole body seizing in pleasure.

I can't hold back a cry of my own and then a surprise squeal as my body reacts to his orgasm. And I cum too. My toes curl, my nails digging into his back as I'm hit by a tidal wave of pure bliss.

I keep rubbing my clit, riding the waves as long as I possibly can, my back arching off the couch. Fuck, you're so hot. Oh, yeah, you're coming for me.

After what feels like an eternity, my body relaxes into a warm glow. I press a hand to my flushed cheeks and laugh. You're really good at that.

Agreed. With a huge grin, Omar kisses me and I wrap my arms around his neck. Our heartbeats sink as our breathing slows.

How about some mulled wine? That would be perfect.