“I think you’re right.”
They shared a long, deep soul-stirring kiss. His fingers delved between them and lightly stroked her clit. Ginny felt her pussy growing wetter by the second.
“You ready for your spanking, naughty girl?” he said breathlessly.
“Naughty? I thought I was on Santa’s ‘good list’ this year.”
“It depends…do you enjoy a little naughty fun now and then?”
Ginny grinned and kissed him. “Of course.”
Brad motioned for her to sit up. He reached over to the bedside table and switched on the vibrator. “This will wake you up so you’ll be in the proper frame of mind for your spanking.”
“You’re not really going to…” He brought the buzzing device to her pussy lips. Her eyes flew open. She thrust her hips forward and cried out. “Ooo! That’s…simply exquisite.”
“Santa thought you’d enjoy playing with your new toy.” He handed her the vibrator, motioning for her to continued using it on her clit and breasts while he slipped out of the covers. “Now, kneel on the bed and bend over and let me see those rosy cheeks.”
Ginny laughed and did as she was told. “I take it you don’t mean the ones on my face.”
“Those are for kissing, not spanking.” Brad rubbed her buttocks firmly with his hands and sighed. “My, you’ve got the firmest ass on the planet. And it looks lovely in that red garter belt.” He swayed his hips and rubbed his rigid cock against her crack. “I can’t wait to do you from behind.”
“Why wait?” she asked, panting. “I’m ready, willing and able. And you feel more than capable.”
“No, I want our first time to join to be special. But Santa doesn’t mind showing the good girl a few naughty moves he’s picked up over the years.” He swatted her bottom.
“Ow!”
“That’s for not using your present like I instructed.”
“All right.” She switched the adult toy back on and brought it to her clit. “Hmm…” He spanked her several times until Ginny felt the warm, burning sensation across her ass cheeks spreading to her throbbing clit.
“Oh, my…I never knew a spanking could make me feel so…hot.”
“Does it now?” Brad chuckled and rubbed his sticky cock against her glowing buttocks. “Put your toy on high and slip it inside your luscious cunt. No holding back like you tried to earlier this evening.”
“But I’ll come too quickly and become as limp as a rag doll. And what about you? What about your needs?”
He swatted her bottom hard.
“Okay. I’ll do it. Just please…keep spanking me. I’ve been a naughty, naughty girl.”
“Yes, but a very good naughty one.” Brad chuckled and obliged her with a few more swats on the buttocks.
Ginny inserted the vibrator and instantly felt her pussy muscles contract and spasm. She hadn’t realized just how close to climaxing she’d been. Her face contorted at the brink of ecstasy.
“Yes, that’s it,” he murmured. “Let it loose. Don’t hold back, Ginny. ‘Cause I won’t, either.”
She cried out, rocking, shuddering and trembling in an orgasm of epic proportions. Brad’s shouts harmonized with hers as his hand pumped his cock, spurting his seed across her backside.
Rubbing the sticky warmth into her pink skin, Ginny sang softly, “I’m dreaming of a white Christmas…”
They collapsed into each other’s arms, laughing.
* * * *
It was after daybreak when they awoke next. Ginny crawled out of bed, sneaking a peek from the bedroom window.
“It snowed! We really got a white Christmas in more ways than one.” She jumped back under the covers and spooned with him. “Brrr! I think the fire has gone out.”
“Not in here it hasn’t.” A sleepy grin spread across his lips. “You want to cuddle close and create a little body heat?”
“My butt’s still generating heat from that spanking you gave me, Santa.”
He held her and kissed her tenderly on the forehead. “I’m sorry. Does it hurt?”
“Not really.” She snuggled closer. “Actually, it was a lot of fun. Bobby and I never played any fun sex games. It was always the same old, same old with him—in, out, repeat. I could have used a vibrator and a spanking in that relationship. Too bad he wouldn’t have let me.”
“Why not? Don’t you have the right to enjoy yourself and try new techniques?”
She arched an eyebrow. “At the expense of making the ‘stud of the firehouse’ feel poorly about his ‘fire hose’ and how he handled it? I don’t think so. The man has an ego the size of Texas. He thinks his cock is the length of the Rio Grande. He didn’t understand it wasn’t the size that counts, but what you do with it.”
“I agree.” He gently cupped her breasts and nibbled her earlobes. “And you’ve got both.”
“Thanks. But I only wear a B cup.”
“And I can buy my boxers off the rack. But what I lack in length, I try to make up for in strength. And love.”
He turned around and kissed her lips thoroughly, delving his tongue deep into her velvety sweetness. Ginny sighed. After several dizzying minutes, she pulled back, determined to send her hands and mouth on a quest to explore every inch of her lover.
She swirl her tongue around his nipples and smiled at his sighs of pleasure. As she licked his shaft and balls, his sighs turned to whimpers and moans. This was heaven—the salty taste of him, the warm, had feel of him… Firm muscles and musky maleness along with the tantalizing aromas of sex and sweat made her damp between her legs.
“Let’s try out another one of my Christmas presents.” She reached over and retrieved the mink mitten she’d secreted beneath her pillow before they laid down. “Time to give Santa good rubdown.”
Straddling his hips, she slowly massaged his chest, arms and legs with the soft fur. Brad chuckled and squirmed.
“Hmm… It tickles—sort of the opposite of a spanking. Here let me try it.”
He slipped the glove on and roved his hand across her curves, taking extra care not to press too hard on her bottom. Ginny purred and stretched like a cat, arching her back before rubbing her pebbled breasts across his chest while rhythmically bumping her clit against his ever-hardening cock.
“I want to make love to you, Brad.” She boldly gazed into the eyes. “I want to feel you inside me now. I want this to be the best Christmas ever.”
His reply was swift and certain. He reached for the condom box, ripped open the packaging and poured its contents onto the bed. “Your choice, my naughty good girl.”
“I’ll go with red—red for Christmas and the color of my garter belt… I’ve somehow managed to lose my stockings in the middle of the night.”
“Good choice. Red for the color of my heart—and my cock. Will you do the honors?”
Ginny tore open the sleeve and quickly unrolled the rubber over Brad’s erection. Then she hesitated.
“What’s wrong?”
She shrugged. “I know it’s silly, but I’m waiting for you to tell me what position you want to do it in. I’ve been brainwashed to think that the guy calls all the shots in bed.”
“Oh, Ginny…” He tenderly caressed her cheek. “Any position you want to make love in is fine with me. It’s the who I’m with that matters, not the how.”
Tears graced her long, dark lashes. “That’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.”
“And you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen...or will ever see.”
Brad pulled her close, their lips meeting in a kiss of promise and desire. Ginny straddled his hips and gently eased his cock into her hot, moist core, gasping as his thickness and length filled her. Slowly she rocked her hips in rhythm with his thrusts. He stroked her nipples to complete attention then sat up to pulled each into his mouth. He suckled and nipped at her pointed peaks until all rational thoughts vacated her head.
“Am I deep enough for you?” he whispered. “Do you want to switch positions?”
/> “Maybe,” Ginny answered dreamily. She corkscrewed her hips in a slow, winding dance about his shaft as she teased his nipples to points with her fingers. Brad moaned long and low. “You seem to like this one, mister.”
“I do. I do!”
“Ooo, you’d better watch what you say in the throes of passion.” She laughed. “I’m fixin’ to get a tape recorder and record those words for future use.”
He flashed a devilish grin and thrust harder. “No need. I’ll gladly repeat them. I don’t want you sharing your tight pussy with another man ever again. I’ve got bigger and better plans for it.”
Ginny put her hands on her hips and playfully pouted. “Oh, do you, now?”
Brad accepted her challenge by rolling her to her back and positioning her hips closer to the edge of the bed. He stepped onto the floor and raised her legs high to his shoulders, maximizing the angle of penetration.
“Yes, I’ve got plans to give you bigger and better orgasms, my naughty good girl. Are you ready?”
Her brown eyes flamed gold with desire. She chuckled. “Yes. It’s high time to for Santa to slide up and down my chimney.”
He responded with a mind-scrambling thrust. Stars circled her head. Ginny cried out and arched her back, squeezing her pussy muscles tight about him.
“You okay?”
“Fantastic… Fuck me hard like that again—and again. Please?”
“Of course. Santa wants to grant your every wish.”
He obliged with several ball-smacking, clit-bumping strokes. She screamed, “Yes! Yes!” Her arms flailed about uncontrollably.
Ginny felt undone, uninhibited and so unlike her normal, quiet-mannered self that she almost didn’t recognize herself. Where had this wild woman been locked up all these years? And had Brad known all along that only he possessed the key to release her from bondage?
“Yes, that’s it,” he coaxed, hammering her harder and harder until her shouts could be heard at the North Pole. “Let loose—don’t hold back. You deserve this, Ginny. You deserve to feel wave after wave of orgasms washing over your luscious curves…”
He gripped her buttocks firmly, pumping deeper into her pussy. Her slick core enveloped him with astonishing strength. They both cried out.
“You okay?” she asked, panting.
“My cock has never been in such a viselike grip, I won’t last much longer.” He slipped a hand from her bottom and massaged her clit. “And neither will you.”
She lowered her legs and pulled him down so his lips met her own. “Shall we seal this promise with a kiss?”
Lips pressed together, tongues entwined in a dance of desire, Brad’s strokes came faster and harder until Ginny felt the planet spinning off its axis as her first climax overtook her. She bucked and screamed and grasped hold of his buttocks, holding on for dear life.
He grinned. “Let’s try that again, shall we?”
Brad pulled her legs high over his shoulders once more and pressed a thumb against her clit. A series of corkscrew thrusts sent Ginny flying off into outer space. Thunderbolts dazzled her eyes while the jolts of electricity fried her synapses into a mass of quivering goo.
“Oh…my…I’ll never walk again,” she said breathlessly.
“You can still talk?” He took a deep fortifying breath. “Well, third time’s a charm.”
He took hold of her ass cheeks and spread them wide, simultaneously smacking his balls hard against her cunt. Harder, faster, deeper… Pain and pleasure mixed within Ginny’s brain. Her climax built higher, higher… She was on fire, and only Brad Rudner could put out the flames.
She arched her hips and bucked hard against his pounding cock. Shudders wracked her form. An orgasmic explosion threatened to detonate deep within her yet again without taking her lover along for the ride.
A ragged sob was wrenched from her throat, “Come inside me, Brad—Come, and don’t hold back!”
Brad’s face twisted into a familiar grimace. His cock began to pulse. “Oh, God, Ginny…I…I…yes!”
“Yes!” she echoed.
Her pussy muscles clenched tight about his staff, rhythmically milking his cock as their mutual climax exploded. Tremors low in her belly rocked her form, electricity zinged along her spine and outward along her limbs, muscles shuddered, and glittering lights and brilliant colors streaked across her consciousness. Her ears rang with Brad’s cries as he trembled, arched his back and collapsed against her.
A moment later he gently rolled over and rested her head against his chest. The steady thump, thump of his heartbeat lulled her into sweet slumber.
In the Meadow We Can Build a Snowman…
After a short nap, a long communal shower and a big pancake breakfast, the lovers dressed warmly and headed out to Ginny’s yard to explore the winter wonderland.
“Wow, this has gotta be a record. There must be at least nine inches of snow here.” Ginny scooped up a snowball in her mittens. “Here—catch!”
The powdery frozen substance disintegrated upon impact with Brad’s leather jacket.
“Hey! You’re not supposed to warn the other party they’re about to get hit by a snowball.”
“Why not?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know.” He reached into his pocket. “Catch yourself!”
Laughing, they pelted each other with snowballs several times before falling into each other’s arms in the snow to enjoy a good, long, warming kiss.
“Brr! I don’t think my jeans are quite thick enough for snow.” Ginny jumped to her feet. “Let’s build a snowman.”
“All right. I’ve got just the perfect hat and beard for him.”
Together they built the envy of the neighborhood.
“He almost looks as if he’s alive.” Standing on tiptoe, Ginny stuck a carrot beneath the two large pebbles they’d located in her rock garden. She added a few more stones for his smiling mouth. “Try the hat, Santa.”
“Ho, ho, ho…” Brad positioned the stocking cap on their frozen friend’s head. “Very nice. I don’t think he needs the fake beard after all. I like my snowmen clean shaven.”
She pulled off a mitten and stroked his cheek, kissing him on the chin. “I prefer a close shave, too. It prevents beard stubble rash on my thighs.”
Brad grinned, pulling her against himself and kissing her soundly. “You’d better watch it, or else the kids across the way are going to get an early sex ed lesson.”
“Ahem. I take it you want to live up to your nickname as ‘The Rude Reporter’?” She wriggled an eyebrow at him.
His jaw dropped to his chest. He trudged backward in the snow and placed his hands on his hips, raising his chin high.
“Why…just what kind of boy do you think I am? I’m not that kind of rude. I believe in setting a good example for our children, don’t you?”
“Of course I do.”
Tears welled up in the corner of Ginny’s eyes. She sniffed them away. Brad’s tall stance melted. He rushed to her side.
“Did I say something wrong?”
“No…you said ‘our children’. It just makes me feel…happy.”
He crushed her against his chest and kissed the top of her head as tears of joy continued to fall.
“You make me happy, Ginny Chin. And if this snowman’s name was ‘Parson Brown’, we’d be married before sundown.”
“Oh, Brad…you’re the most romantic man in the world.” She squeezed him tight. “How about Valentine’s Day instead?”
“Valentine’s, huh?” He chuckled. “Now, that’s romantic. And I know a perfect little red number for you to wear—garter belt and all.”
She laughed as he wiped her tears from her cheek with his fingers. “You mean I don’t get to wear white?”
“Well, okay, if you insist. I’ll wear a red tie, how about that?”
“Perfect. Just the tie, mind you.”
“Grr! You little sex kitten, you!”
They kissed long and passionately, then trudged toward the house and the warmth of
the fireplace.
“I just wish that I’d bought you a Christmas present now.” Ginny sighed, stomping her boots free of snow on the front step. “Do you mind if I shop the after-holiday sales for you later this week?”
“There’s no need. I already have all the presents I’ll ever want.”
Brad dusted off his jacket before opening the door for his lover. They entered, quickly peeling off their damp outer layers and then starting a fire to cuddle in front of on the sofa.
“Santa brought me exactly what I wanted for Christmas,” he announced proudly.
Ginny put down her hot cocoa mug. “Uh-huh. Sure he did.”
“You don’t believe me?”
He looked hurt. Ginny threw her arms about his neck and playfully wrinkled her nose at him.
“Aren’t you a little bit old to believe in the jolly old elf with whiskers?” she said, nibbling his neck for good measure.
“Hey, I’m not that old. I still got some life in me. Didn’t I convince you of that last night?”
She giggled. “Definitely. But what I meant was, you’re a journalist. You believe in reporting just the cold, hard facts.”
He returned her butterfly kisses with some of his own. “Yes, that’s true.”
“Right. So as a reporter who is duty-bound reports just the facts, you’re really going to tell me truthfully that you believe there’s a Santa?”
Brad smiled and touched the side of his nose.
“Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. The reason I know for sure he exists is that he granted my Christmas wish. It may have happened in a round-about way, but it happened all the same, and so I believe in him.”
Ginny gasped. “You don’t mean to say your wish was…”
“Yes, exactly. He sent me you.”
About the Author
Celine Chatillon is the alter ego of multi-published contemporary romance novelist, Cynthianna Appel. Celine finds writing erotica a very pleasant departure from her day job as a small press manuscript reader. Her upcoming Celine Chatillon eXtasy titles include A Middle Class Existence and Brandi Whyne…And Her Incredibly Erotic Adventures with Robin Manhood and His Totally Sexed-Out Space Pirates. Email her at: [email protected] and check out her web site at
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