Under the Mistletoe

Under the Mistletoe

The moon was just beginning to peek through the window when Sara hung the final sparkling ball on the tree. He would be home soon, and she had one last thing to do.

When Jack walked in the door, he was tired. Two weeks away from home and he was ready to see his wife. He peeked in and frowned, a dark house, surely she wasn’t in bed already. He headed toward the living room, enticed by the soft glow of red and green lights.

Sara stood motionless in front of the tree as Jack stood in the doorway. The gorgeous smile that lit his face brought her to his side. He swept her into his arms, his mouth locking hers in a battle of love as his hands roamed her silky clad body. She moaned low in her throat as his fingers grazed her nipples through the slick material.

It had been too long. His cock strained against the denim of his button fly as she cupped him in her hand. A gentle squeeze made the breath catch in his throat as her tongue caressed his.

The smooth skin of her thigh felt like heaven as he ran his hand underneath the short red dress and he sucked in his breath when he realized she wore no panties. Her folds were moist against his finger as he found the nub of skin he knew would melt her.

A sigh escaped her and she ground her hips against him, slowly unbuttoning his pants as he rubbed her. Once free, she wrapped her fingers around him and slowly stroked from the base of his dick to the sensitive head, squeezing gently before sliding her hand back up his shaft.

Jack pushed her against the jam of the door, cupping her ass-cheeks in his hands, he lifted her onto him. Encasing him in her hot sheath, she squeezed her muscles, gently pulling him even deeper into her. He thrust upwards into her, burying himself as deep as he could go before pulling back out. Her pussy-lips stroked him each time he withdrew, making him even more sensitive.

Sara dug her nails into his back as he pounded into her. She gently nibbled the tender spot under his ear. He needed no more encouragement, his pace picked up as her wetness coated him and his name slipped from her lips like a plea. He clung to her tighter as his cock jerked inside her and his juice filled her. Feeling his warm seed inside her sent her over the edge and her body quivered as she exploded around him, the walls of her vagina milking him of every drop.

With a sated grin Sara pointed over his head, “I thought you just wanted to kiss me under the mistletoe.”

Prompt: So in the holiday spirit, this weeks prompt: Tell me what happened under the mistletoe...and I want more than a little kiss.

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