I walked out of the steamy hall bathroom after taking a nice long soak in the tub. I was feeling like a sexy little Santa wearing my red velvet lingerie. I was going to give Marcus a little Christmas seduction. I turned the corner fluffing my hair and discovered a soft glow spilling out of the doorway to the bedroom.
Hmm, what was he up to? Maybe he was already planning a little holiday seduction of his own. I giggled, it was so like us to be on the same wavelength like that. Each planning our own sexy seductions.
I walked into the room and gasped. White-gold Christmas lights were strung around the ceiling and doorways and wrapped around the headboard of the bed. A huge sprig of mistletoe hung over the bed … over him. This was way better than just a little naughty Christmas lingerie.
Marcus sat on the bed under the mistletoe completely naked except for a bow tied around his semi-swollen and partially erect penis. He was completely stunning. The mahogany silk of his hair curled above his shoulders in soft waves. It fell over one side of his face and from the angle at which he was lying a few of the longer waves lay draped over one of his broad olive-skinned shoulders. His deep blue eyes twinkled with mischief as he looked at me with that seductive half smile that made my knees weak. He was breathtaking. He looked like a custom-ordered, gift-wrapped present from Fantasies-R-Us. A girl couldn’t ask for a better Christmas present. And he was all mine.
I walked over to him, I wanted to crawl. I was hungry for him. I knelt before him, and gently kissed the tip of his ribbon-wrapped penis. We were under the mistletoe after all. His cock sprang to life and strained against the ribbon. I sat up a little higher and gently kissed his lips. He tasted like yummy peppermint candy canes. I kissed my way down his chest, tracing my tongue around the edge of his belly button and moving down until my chin bumped into him – long, straight and firm waiting for me. I unwrapped my gift.
I trailed the ribbon across his hard shaft and down his legs as he softly moaned. I teased and taunted lifting the ribbon up and trailing it down his chest, across his stomach then back across his rigid shaft. Then I couldn’t take my own teasing and I dropped the ribbon so I could caress him with my hands. I started teasing his smooth velvet tip, running my fingertips up and down the hard length of him. He shivered under my touch and squirmed against the bed.