'cause what I'm wanting this year, St. Nick don't need to know!"
("I only want you for Christmas", Alan Jackson)
"Babygirl, you have got to tell me what you want for Christmas" Nick said as he massaged my shoulders while we watched tv.
I rolled my eyes and turned to look at him. "For the eight millionth time, there is nothing I want."
"C'mon, Che. There's gotta be something!"
I got off the floor and sat on his lap on the couch. I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a kiss. "I've got all I want for Christmas right here."
"Think of something I can wrap, please!" he whined.
"Fine! You'll have your answer tomorrow." I said, sighing.
"Thank you" he replied, pushing me off his lap and handing me the Dreamcast control. "Play with me."
"I'd rather play with YOU." I said, sliding my hand across his thigh.
"Later, babe." he said, jumping up to put the game catridge in.
"Phfft! Rejected in favor of a video game. I feel the love." I complained, grabbing the control and preparing for battle.
My character died almost immediately upon my starting the game, as usual. So, I kissed Nick and went upstairs to bed to get some sleep since I had to get up early for work.
"Night sweets. I love you." I said, walking upstairs.
"G'night. Love you too." he replied without even looking away from the game.
I got ready for bed and crawled under the covers and lay in the dark for a while, contemplating what I was going to tell Nick.
I knew there was no chance he'd be coming to bed anytime soon, so I went to sleep, an idea having found it's way into my head.
December 2
The alarm went off and 5:30 am and Nick didn't even move. Probably because he'd crawled into bed only 3 hours before, estatic about having conquered some new level and feeling the need to share the news with me.
I climbed carefully out of bed and quietly snuck into the bathroom. I went about my usual morning routine thinking of how exactly I was going to inform Nick of my Christmas wishes.
He wanted something to wrap.. hmmm.
When I was ready to leave, I grabbed my red lipstick and left Nick my wishlist on the bathroom mirror.
"I only want you for Christmas, baby, I don't need nothing else.
I only want you for Christmas, baby, tie a ribbon around yourself."
("I only want you for Christmas", Alan Jackson)
I stepped back to admire my work. It took up most of the mirror, and I knew there'd be no way he could miss it. "There. Something he can wrap. Himself." I smiled to myself.
I giggled as I turned off the bathroom light. I stopped on my way through the bedroom to kiss Nick and tell him I was leaving. I got a mumbled "later" and knew he was already back asleep before I'd left the room.
December 24
"I can't believe you hafta work on Christmas Eve." Nick said, holding on to my wrist, trying to keep me from leaving.
"I know. I don't want to but I have to. And I'll be back pretty late. You don't have to wait up if you don't want to." I was, of course, hoping he would stay up, though.
"I might. I dunno. I'm kinda tired. Maybe I'll just crash on the couch and wait for you or something." he said, trying to pull me back onto the couch with him.
I pulled against him, though it did no good. I ended up in a heap on the couch with him. "Nickolas, I'm gonna be late for work. Let me go."
"I don't want to." he replied, holding me around my waist.
"I don't want you to either, but you have to. The sooner I leave, the sooner I come back." I said, jumping off the couch and grabbing my coat on my way to the door. "I love you, Nicky."
"Love you. Hurry home." he called as I shut the door.
As I drove to work I began to think. Nick hadn't pestered me anymore about Christmas since I'd left him the note on the mirror. When I'd come home from work that day it was gone- so I knew he got it. And I was really curious just what my Christmas present was going to be.
I tried to keep myself busy at work all afternoon so my mind wouldn't wander off to Nick. I was still hoping he'd wait up for me, even though I knew the chances weren't very good.
When my shift was finally over, I sped home. I was disappointed when I pulled into the driveway and saw that the house was completely dark, except for the Christmas tree twinkling in the window. 'You can always wake him up', I told myself as I walked to the house.
I unlocked the door and carefully opened it, waiting to be as quiet as possible in case he was asleep. I didn't want to wake him up until I jumped on him. I walked into the kitchen, setting my stuff on the table, nearly burying a note under my bags. I grabbed the paper, expecting the see something along the lines of "I went to bed. See you when you get there." But instead I read, "Merry Christmas, babygirl. Check under the tree."
I ran into the living room, hoping to see Nick napping near the tree. He was nowhere in sight and neither were any of the other presents for our family and friends that had been there when I left. All that was under the tree was a single box, wrapped in shiny green paper with a silver bow.
I guessed that I was supposed to open it, so I sat down by the tree and grabbed the box. I checked the tag, "To: Chellie. From: Santa." I giggled, then carefully eased the wrapping paper off. I opened the box and reached inside, pulling out a shimmery white nightie.
"Whoa. Santa has really good taste." I said, holding it up to get a good look at it in the brightly colored Christmas lights.
I decided to slip it on and then go wake Nick up to see if he appreciated Santa's lingerie shopping abilities as much as I thought he would.
I went into the bathroom and put it on, smiling at what I saw. The white was so beautiful and pure, sort of angelic looking. But I felt alot more naughty than nice. I looked one more time, blew a kiss at my reflection, and began to plan my attack on Nick.
I flipped off the bathroom light and went to turn off the kitchen lights before I went upstairs. As I turned the corner, I realized the house was dark again, with the exception of the lights on the tree. Did I turn them off and forget?
Just then I heard Alan drawling, "Let's get in the holday spirit, honey, ho ho ho."
I spun around to see Nick standing in front of the Christmas tree, wearing a Santa hat and nothing else.
"Merry Christmas to me." I breathed, as I walked towards him. "HEL-LO St. Nickolas." I said before giving him a deep kiss.
When he pulled away, he looked me up and down and said,"There is nothing saintly about what I'm thinking right now."
"Ohhhh" I purred, running my nails lightly down his chest.
"Have you been a good girl this year?" he asked, sliding his hands over the opaque material that covered my breasts.
"Depends. What do I get if I was good? And what do I get if I was bad?" I asked, grinning wickedly.
He didn't answer, but wrapped his arm around my lower back, drawing me to him.
I slid my hands down his back, all the way to his ass, cupping his firm cheeks, and pressing my body against his. "Does Santa like his helpers to be naughty or nice?" I asked, looking up at him as I dropped to my knees in front of him, gently grasping his cock in my hand.
"I think he likes nice girls who know how to be naughty." Nick replied, his eyes fixed on my hand, waiting for what I was going to do.
"Perfect" I said, then I swirled my tongue across the tip of his rapidly swelling dick. "Let me show you how naughty a nice girl can be. On the floor, Nickolas."
He lay down immediately. I crawled up his body, stopping level with his penis, stroking it, watching the veins become more prominent with each touch.
"Use your mouth Che" he moaned.
"Far be it from me to deny Santa.." I said, turning myself around and sitting on his chest. I lowered my mouth onto him, sucking him in, bathing his dick with attention from my tongue.
He sighed as my mouth surrounded him, I could feel his breathing deepen as his chest rose and fell.
I ran my hands up and down his thighs, caressing the muscles as they contracted and relaxed under my touch. I brought my hands back together, cradling his balls, squeezing very lightly.
His hands were on my hips, first just holding onto me, then trying to pull me back to him. I resisted at first, I wanted to be able to concentrate on just pleasing him. His arm slid around hips, and pulled me back roughly, forcing me to adjust myself, my knees on either side of his head to keep my balance. He put his hands on my ass, bringing my pussy down within reach of his tongue, which immediately began roaming across my dripping slit.
I moaned around his cock, trying my best to keep my attentions on him, not just what was being done to me. He knew exactly what he was doing, he brought his fingers into the action- teasing my clit with light pressure and feathery strokes, while continuing to mercilessly tongue-fuck me.
I gently raked my teeth from the base of his dick to the tip, then sucked hard on just the head until I could feel the vibrations of his moaning against my pussy. I pulled away from him, knowing he was about to come soon. I grasped him, and began sliding my hands up and down, in the same rhythm as his tongue, darting in and out of me. He growled, and I quickly took him in my mouth once more, swallowing every drop of his salty-sweetness. I almost expected him to stop since he'd come, but he didn't.
Nick's tongue slid over my clit, again and again, then he blew tiny puffs of air over it, and I began to shake. He bit it gently, sliding his tongue over it again, and the tingles of my impending orgasm started to spread throughout my body. I clutched at the carpet, feeling his hands sliding all over any part of my body he could reach, his tongue still feverishly working at pushing me closer to the edge. His hands found my breasts, squeezing them together, then lightly pinching at my nipples. My climax hit me right then, my vaginal muscles clenching, I shrieked from the intensity. God, how did he always do that to me? He lapped at me, licking my juices from my pussy, then licking his own lips. "Absolutely delicious, babygirl."
I shakily turned around, lying on top him, "I love you, Nickolas." I kissed him hard, sucking my taste off his tongue.
"I love you, Che." He gently pushed me off of him and onto the floor, then knelt beside me. "You said this is what you wanted, so this is what I'm giving you for Christmas. Me. And I'm hoping you like your gift." he said, smiling at me.
I smiled back at him, and reached up to stroke his cheek. "It's perfect. I love it. I told you about a thousancd times you were all I wanted for Christmas."
"Well, okay, but... can I give you myself for the rest of the year? And every Christmas from now on?", He asked, reaching across me, under the tree and grabbed a small box I hadn't noticed before.
I watched, wide-eyed as he opened the box. I sat up quickly, then he took the ring out of the box, and grabbed my hand.
"Che, I wanna spend every Christmas for the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?" he asked, his blue eyes shining.
"Oh, Nicky! YES! Of course I will!" I shrieked, throwing my arms around him, and kissing him deeply.
He returned the kiss, but grabbed my left hand, and brought it back in front of him, and slipped the ring on my finger. I gasped. It was beautiful- platinum band with a single princess cut diamond. Exactly what I'd dreamed about.
"It's so perfect, Nicky." I said softly, tears beginning to trickle down my cheeks.
"Has to be perfect, it's for you- and you're perfect for me." He said, smiling and brushing his fingers across my cheeks.
I ran my hand through his hair, down to the back of his neck and pulled him to me for a kiss. I was suddenly desparate to feel him against me, his skin on mine. I broke the kiss and slipped the nightie up over my head, and lay back onto the floor, pulling him down with me.
He kissed me again as he positioned himself over me. He lowered his weight onto me, exactly what I wanted to feel. The pressure, the warmth of his body against mine. I was his, and he liked it that way, enough so to want to keep me around... and that made me love him even more.
His hand brushed down the side of my body, I felt him enter me just a little. I bucked my hips up, taking more of him in. He smiled at me, he knew I was getting impatient. He slowly sank into me and I sighed contentedly. I loved how he felt inside me, how he made me feel- filled, completed, loved.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck, and began to rock my hips - up and down- towards him, away from him. He began thrusting, sliding in and out of me to match my movements. He kissed me softly on the lips, and brushed a wayward strand of hair out of my face. I smiled at him, and pt my hand on the back of his head, bringing his lips to mine again, capturing them with my own. His tongue found it's way into my mouth, gliding over mine.
His hips ground against mine, as he began thrusting faster, harder, and deeper. I was almost giddy with ecstasy- we could spend every Christmas Eve like this, I thought. Just thinking about it, made me even more excited. I squirmed underneath him, until he realized I wanted to be on top. He gently rolled over me, and let me take control.
I leaned over and kissed him, still rocking my hips, not wanting to stop the sensations assaulting my body with every pass of swollen clit over his dick. I straightened up, and leaned back a little and Nick grasped my hands, holding them on his hips. I kept moving, up and down, beginning to feel the tingles of my climax beginning. I moaned, and Nick released the grip he had on my hands. I ran my nails down his chest, leaving red scratch marks, as his hands found my clit, and began pressing lightly, then with increased pressure. A gentle pinch from him, and I felt like I was falling...my nails dug into his chest, I threw my head back, shrieking his name as I came.
Feeling my walls tighten around him, my clawing at his flesh, sent Nick over the edge. He whimpered as he came, filling me with his warm juice . I immediately collapsed on his chest, falling into his open arms.
"Merry Christmas, babygirl." he said softly, stroking the side of my face.
"Can I get this next year, too, Nicky?" I asked, looking up at him.
He smiled. "Sure. And every year after that if you want."
I grinned at him. "Perfect."
"Means less shopping for me." He said, smirking.
"Hey!" I smacked him playfully. "That's okay, you can just let Santa bring my presents. He's got good taste."
"Yeah, I'd say he does. I got you, didn't I?"
I grabbed the Santa hat that had gotten knocked off at some point during our escapade and put it back on his head. "I don't remember Santa ever being quite this sexy though."
He just smiled, and pulled me down onto his chest and hugged me tightly. "He's been working out." he laughed.
