"Please. Oh pleaseohpleaseohplease!" She'd begged, bouncing on her toes excitedly. She was as anxious as a child, until at last he relented. "Okay. Let's go get the Christmas tree."
Clapping her hands, she'd run to her truck, warming the engine while he'd dressed. First she had to find the perfect tree lot, then, the perfect tree. He waited patiently, smiling and nodding when she asked his opinion. At last, she found the perfect tree. Not too short or too tall, not too fat, nor to skinny. It was perfect.
He carried it in the house, setting the tree in the perfect spot in the living room, holding it steady until she had it resting perfectly in the tree stand. "What do you think of our tree?" She asked, standing back.
"It's perfect." he answered, kissing her on the top of the head.
After dinner they decorated, Christmas music playing in the background, until she once again declared it perfect. Then they went to bed.
It was still dark when he rolled over, still half asleep, his hand seeking her warmth beside him in the bed. When his fingers found only cold sheets, he came fully awake, calling her name. No answer. She wasn't there.
No noises came from the bathroom, so there was only one logical place for her to be. Swinging his legs out of bed, he slipped into his robe, then padded out of the room to the living room.
The lights on the tree winked happily in the night, but she was no where to be seen. "Are you in here?" He asked.
"Did I wake you up?" She asked. There was a ruffling under the tree, and she sat up, smiling softly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."
She looked beautiful, her face lit by the dancing lights from the tree. Her hair was still mussed from sleeping, and she was wrapped warmly in her heavy robe. "I just wondered where you went." He motioned to the floor next to her. "Mind if I join you?"
"Please!" She patted the floor next to her, then laid back down, moving so her head was resting under the branches. "When I was a little girl, I used to lay under the tree like this and wait for Santa." She said, her voice sounding unusually mellow. "I always fell asleep like this, staring up through the branches at the blinking lights. I never saw Santa, and I never knew how I always wound up back in bed in the morning. I always thought Santa carried me."
He smiled, turning his eyes up towards the branches to try and discover what magic she found there. She twisted, her body pressing against his, her head coming to rest on his shoulder. "When the tree is fresh like this, it's so nice. The smell of pine, the different colors of lights....." She sighed contentedly. "And my favorite teddy bear."
Her fingers slipped into his robe, rubbing the hair on his chest. They lay there for a while, not speaking, the only movement between them was her hand stroking his chest. "You know," he said after awhile, "if you keep this up, you're going to start something."
"Start something?" Laughter danced in her voice. Her hand slid down his body, over the tied belt and back under the flap of the robe. With familiarity, she touched his semi-erect cock, her caress creating even more of a reaction than before. "Shouldn't you have used a past tense phrase?"
He closed his eyes, groaning as she continued to manipulate his erection. "Looks like it's my turn to unwrap a Christmas gift." she whispered, untying the knot and opening his robe. "Except that I didn't wrap you in paper."
"But you looked so cute..." He protested, lifting his hand to run his fingers through her hair. "And I loved tearing the paper off your body."
She grinned, squirming away from him, bringing her mouth down around the head of his cock. Pleasure washed across him, her warm mouth enveloping his rock-hard cock, sliding down the shaft until her nose rested against his body. The head of his cock was against her throat, and she moaned, her throat vibrating around his cock.
He jerked, sure he would cum, but he stopped, his body covered in sweat. "Easy." She said, sliding her lips off his cock. "Don't cum too soon. I need to feel you inside me."
"Ohh! Yes!" He smiled, watching as she rearranged herself, sliding her wet pussy down over his shaft. The robe fell off her shoulders, baring her beautiful breasts to him.
With slow, easy motions, she rode him, one hand rubbing her clit every now and again. He lifted a strand of tinsel from the branches above him, draping it over her shoulder. Another strand on the other shoulder, then more, until he hung two strands from her hard nipples. In the flashing lights, she looked almost dreamlike, a mystical, magical, glittering creature.
She took her pleasure first, cumming hard, her body quivering on his. She stopped her movements, her body still, enjoying the feeling of his hard cock buried deep inside her. After a moment, she moved away from him, his cock glistening from her love juices. Lying back under the tree, she spread her legs, motioning for him to come to her.
He didn't need to be asked twice. Replacing his cock inside her warm pussy, he thrust in and out of her, watching the passion on her face as he made love to her. Her thighs clamped around his waist as she came again, the bells on the tree ringing as she shook and trembled through her orgasm.
With one final thrust, he shot his load deep inside her belly, falling beside her on the floor once again when his body relaxed. "The lights on the tree look like something magical from down here." he said.
"Yes." she answered sleepily. Her head found his shoulder, fingers again twisting into the hair on his chest. In no time at all, they were both asleep.