“Christmas Eve” OhCleo Advent Calendar FULL AUDIO

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Frost-glazed windows ensnare the light of the moon, the glitter of a million diamonds. Outside, snow falls silently, blanketing the world in a shimmery cloak. Inside, the fire is warm, its fickle glow complementing the lights of the tree, decorating the room with an ever-changing pattern of shadow and light.

Soft, intimate songs of the season fill the air, swirling ethereal notes and chords, familiar melodies dancing sprightly in one moment, languid and drawn-out in the next. Heady fragrances of spice and pine emanate from the candles. My senses are aflame, a conflagration to match the burning logs in the fireplace.

As I watch the flames dance, seemingly in time with the music, I absently caress your calf. My fingers revel in the sensation. Cool satin, smooth, luxuriant, and underneath it, your soft contours, firm yet yielding.

I glance over at you, and I'm stunned by the vision. A soft smile plays at the corner of your lips as your eyes catch mine. In them, a gleam, a glow with the light of the tree, alive with the flicker of the fire.

My heart stops for a moment, and I gulp, hoping you don't see. Regaining myself, I return the smile with one of my own, hungry and mischievous. Something on your mind, sweetheart? I ask, already knowing the answer.

Your response is a widening of your smile and a narrowing of your eyes. You set down your wine glass and stand up, taking my wrists in your hands, indicating that I should do the same. I rise off the couch, and you move my hands to your waist as you look up into my eyes.

There is a heat in them now, a sparkle that seems to come from within. Your hands drape over my shoulders. Taking your cue, I pull you close and lean in to kiss you.

Our lips brush, tender and tentative at first, fluttering movements, a hint of wine on each other's breath. Somehow, it tastes better this way. Gradually, our kissing begins to build in intensity, a tentative flutter displaced by a quick flick of the tongue here, a gentle nibble of the lower lip there.

My response is immediate. I feel myself beginning to swell and come alive. I pull you closer still, so that you can feel it too.

We moan softly in unison, and suddenly, all pretense of subtlety is lost. Our tongues entwine and dance, no longer the delicate ballet in which they had been engaged, more like a tango, full of staccato movements and fiery passion. Suddenly, my senses, which were already alive, are now ablaze.

I feel, see, hear, taste, and smell everything. The texture of your satin pajamas rubbing against my flannel bottoms and cotton t-shirt. The warmth of our bodies, enhanced by the heat emanating from the hearth.

The softness of your skin, painted by the flames. Our gentle moans, melding harmoniously with the soft saxophone notes and punctuated by the crackling logs. The wine on our breath, cedar and spice and pine and your hair.

The familiar, intoxicating scent of your hair. Breaking the kiss, I smile and nuzzle your nose with mine. I plant a warm, wet kiss on your jaw and you bend your neck, exposing it to me.

A wordless plea, and one that I am all too happy to indulge. My lips flit across your skin, suckling and nibbling your neck, meandering closer and closer to that one spot. The one that makes your knees buckle and your eyes roll back.

That makes you squirm and whimper. That makes you surrender yourself. That makes you mine.

For a moment I linger, my lips hovering over the spot, my breath hot against your skin. My hands move up your hips, fingertips slipping into the waistband of your pajamas. My lips descend upon your neck, warm and wet.

A flick of my tongue, a suckle, a bite. My mouth waters. My cock twitches as you moan.

Your body starts to writhe. My hands slip past the waistband and grasp at your ass, fingers digging in. Your own hands, once locked behind my neck, flatten against my shoulders and slide over my pecs.

Your thumbs brush my nipples, raising them to little diamond points. Fuck, I gasp, my words dissolving into your supple skin. Kneading your ass, pulling you against my body, pressing my erection into you, feasting upon your neck.

Your breathy moans are a symphony in my ears, my favorite song. You rake your fingernails down my belly. You rake your fingernails down my belly, and I gasp again.

You always know how to touch me. As if to prove this unspoken point, you grasp my shaft through my flannel bottoms, and it's all I can do to keep my knees from crumbling. Fuck, I gasp once more before speaking aloud what is already obvious.

I want you so fucking badly, baby. Your response is straight to the point. A sly smile, a flash of lust in your eyes, and before I know it, your hand slips into my pajamas.

Instinctively, my hips buck as you wrap your warm fingers around my length, giving a squeeze. You start to stroke me, slowly and with a deft touch, neither too firm nor too timid. I moan and thrust, my hips matching the cadence of your strokes.

Fuck me, baby. That feels amazing. My lips seek yours again as my fingers start to work at the buttons of your satiny top.

Our tongues plunge into one another's mouths, eager and hungry, no longer the restrained kisses that had started all of this. Releasing the last button, I lean back and run my hands up to your breasts, and taking them fully into my grasp, feeling your heart nipples press into my palms. A desperate moan escapes your lips as you lift my shirt over my belly.

Reluctantly, I let go of your tits long enough to help you get my shirt over my head. Tossing it aside casually, you shrug out of your top and step towards me. Pulling my head down to yours for another kiss.

Your nipples press into my skin, and I moan into your mouth. My hands slide back to your waist, fingertips brushing along your smooth skin. I can feel my pulse rising as our tongues explore one another's mouths.

Once again, my hand slips into the waistband of your pajamas. Kneading and massaging your beautiful ass. Teasing your crack with probing fingers, tracing up your spine and back down.

With a smile, I break the kiss, my lips seeking your collarbone as I start to slip your bottoms and your panties past your hips. I lower myself to the couch, sitting in front of you and pulling you towards me. My lips meander down your chest, leaving a trail of warm, wet kisses.

I let go of your pajamas and they fall to your feet in a satiny pool. My hands return to your breasts, just as my mouth reaches your left nipple. You gasp as I flick it with my tongue, and then take it hungrily between my lips.

My left thumb orbits your right nipple, and I feel it getting harder and harder under my touch. Your soft moans spur me on as your body begins to squirm. With anticipation and need, sensing your steadily growing arousal, I slip my right hand between your thighs.

My middle finger parts your lips, and I moan into your breast, feeling your silken wetness. Someone is a little turned on, I tease, smiling up at you. Someone is a little turned on, I tease, smiling up at you.

You whimper loudly and begin to rock your hips. Fuck. You like that, baby? I chide, watching your face for your unspoken response.

You moan and tilt your head back, your hand grasping my wrist, pulling and guiding my touch to your clit. I guess so, I say, chuckling. Fuck.

You are so sexy. My eyes maintain their lock on your face, and I slip my middle finger inside, and I slip my middle finger inside, pumping into you in time with the undulation of your hips. Fuck, baby.

Ah, you are getting so wet for me. I withdraw my hand and bring my middle finger to my lips, glazing them with your juices before taking it in my mouth to taste you. Fucking delicious.

I breathe as I look up into your eyes, makes me hungry for more. I drink you in with my eyes. The fire and the lights from the tree cast a subdued glow on your skin.

I rise from the couch and pull you close, kissing you intensely, my arms locked in your chest. Your hands caress my chest and stomach as mine explore the contours of your back, brushing my fingertips up and down your spine, gliding to your hips and then your ass. With a sly smile, you break off the kiss, and dropping to your knees in front of me, you pull my flannel bottoms off.

I'm naked underneath, and my cock springs free, bobbing before your eyes. A drop of pre-cum glistens, and you lick your lips. You look up at me with an expression of feigned innocence, and flick your tongue along my slit as you grasp my shaft in the base.

I exhale through clenched lips, my hips reflexively bucking. Once again, you smile up at me, angelic eyes juxtaposed against the acts in which we're engaged. You kiss the tip, your lips soaking up another swelling drop of pre-cum, before taking my head between them.

I gasp again, and you begin to suck, your eyes locked on mine. I throw my head back as you take me in deeper. Fuck, baby, your mouth.

I hiss as my right hand cradles your head. Fuck yes, just like that. God damn it, I'm so fucking sick of this shit.

Just like that. God, that's perfect, baby. My words are now inextricably entwined with the moans that you are coaxing from me.

With one hand on either side of your face, I start to move my hips, my throbbing dick craving to be fully engulfed by your warm, wet mouth. You cup my balls and back away, your way of telling me to slow down and savor it. Ah, fucking tease, I say, looking down at you with a smile.

You pop your lips off of me and smile back as you start to stroke me, using your saliva as lube. Your soft touch, your warm hands momentarily make me forget your mouth as I start to moan and thrust again. You give my sack a gentle squeeze and take me into your mouth once more, your tongue fluttering against my frenulum.

Fuck, baby. Oh, God, that feels amazing. I manage to utter between breaths.

Encouraged, you begin to bob on me, opening your throat to take me deeper and deeper. My hands cradle your head, and once again, my hips start to move in time with you. Fuck, babe.

I'm getting close. Oh, fuck, baby. That feels so good.

Oh, yeah, just like that. Oh, God. Oh, fuck, don't stop, baby.

I'm gonna cum. Fuck, I'm cumming, baby. Oh, fuck.

Fuck. Damn, gorgeous. That was intense.

Fuck. Mm. Yeah, baby.

It was amazing. Oh, couldn't you tell? Oh, fuck.

Oh, it's been a while since I came that hard. Holy shit. Mm.

Come here, sweetheart. So that's what I taste like. Mm, not too bad.

I can see why you like it so much. Oh, God, I needed that. Thank you, baby.

Mm. Oh, you want some water, babe? Oh, sure, here you go.

Now, I think it's time we take care of you. Oh, God, you look amazing in this light. Mm, I mean, you always look amazing, but there's something about the soft glow.

Makes me weak, baby. Mm, yes. Yes, I did say something about taking care of you.

Oh, don't worry.