Stocking stuffers surprise   
By Ladybug

Oded sat in the living room in front of the fireplace wrapping small gifts that he intended to stick in the Christmas stockings that hung above him.  The crackling fire behind him warmed his bare back as he impatiently fought with the wrapping paper and scotch tape.

“Damn it, I knew there was a reason I hated doing this crap!”  He muttered as he finished up one gift.  He still had a few more to go.  No hurry though.  He glanced at his watch.  She wouldn’t be home for at least another hour, possibly more.  He had sent her off with her girlfriend to have a good time so that he could get this done.

Oded lifted the wrapped gift and examined his handiwork.  He snorted then sighed.  Hell, it looked more like Frankenstein’s sutured body with all that tape holding the wrapping together.

“Oded, what are you doing?”  He literally jumped at the sound of her voice and his head snapped up.

“God babe, you just scared the hell out of me!”  He placed his hand over his racing heart.  Then he realized that she was home and he hadn’t wrapped all her stocking stuffers yet.  “What are you doing home so early?” he asked frantically as he began to pick things up off the floor.

“Gabby had to get home.  Besides, it’s almost 10 o’clock and I was tired.”  She answered as she came further into the living room.  “You didn’t answer my question, though.  What are you doing?”

“Nothing, just stay right where you are!”  He said quickly and shoved the remaining unwrapped gifts in a paper sack that sat beside him and stood up.  She came closer, her eyes suddenly drawn to his bare chest.  They lingered there, admiring, then they drifted down to the well-worn faded blue jeans he was wearing.  They had holes in the knees and at various other places, like his crotch and his ass.  They were his favorite pair and he wore them religiously when he was home and not expecting company.  She smiled at the memory of the last time she’d threatened to throw them out.  They were a good blackmail plot and she could usually get him to do whatever she wanted with the threat of throwing them out.  But of course, what he didn’t know was seeing him in that soft well-worn material, that stretched tight over his ass and other areas, completely turned her on and she would see hell freeze over before she would toss them out.  Naturally, she didn’t plan to reveal that little secret!

“No!”  Oded stated, bringing her back to the present.

Her eyes snapped back up to meet his.  “No, what, honey?”  She asked, amused.

“No, you can’t have your gifts early.”  He answered.  His tone was serious, but his expressive, brown eyes could not hide the twinkle.

She laughed.  It had not exactly been what she’d been thinking, but now that he mentioned it. . .  “Why not?  I’ve been a good girl, couldn’t I have just one gift early?”  She moved closer to him, her hands came out to touch his chest.

“Uh-uh.”  He shook his head, sending long, dark curls flying about his face.

She stuck out her bottom lip in a pouting look, her fingers traced lazy circles on his skin.  Her eyes dropped down to the bag that sat on the floor behind him.  “So what’s in the bag?” she asked, trying a different tactic.

Oded glanced back at the bag and frowned. “Nothing.  Not a damn thing.  Just trash.”

She smiled, trying not to laugh.  “Oh, so then I can throw it away.”  She bent down to pick it up, but Oded was quicker and he snatched the bag up.

“Oh no you don’t, you little sneak!” he replied, keeping the bag behind him.  “I’ll take care of it.”

She did laugh then.  Oh this was going to be fun!  “Let me see, Ded.”  She asked innocently.

“No.”  He pursed his lips to keep from smiling at her game.  He knew she wasn’t going to give it up, so he also knew that he would eventually give in and give it to her, but there was no harm in having some fun with it in the mean time.

She tried to duck around him and grab at the bag, but he was ready and quickly moved with her so that they were still facing each other.  She quickly changed direction and tried to grab from the other side, but still he was quicker.  They both began to laugh as she tried several more times to grab the bag from behind him, but with no success.  Finally she stopped, breathing hard from her exertion and stared at Oded, thinking about the situation.  It had become a matter of principle now.  She was going to get what was in that bag, if it killed her.

“You are going to wear yourself out, sweetheart and still not get what you want.”  He laughed.  He brought the bag out from behind him and dangled it before her teasingly.  She made a grab for it, but he jerked it away and raised it high above his head before she could touch it.  She moved closer to him and tried to jump up and grab it, but he was much taller than her and his arms were too long and he easily held it out of her reach.

“Okay, buster!  This means war!” she growled playfully and her fingers found his ribs and began to tickle.

Oded jerked and began laughing as he danced around, trying to get away from her fingers and keep the bag above his head at the same time.  It was difficult and he was not succeeding very well, but somehow he managed to keep the bag out of her reach.  “Ooooo, you are being so very difficult!”  She exclaimed after several minutes of the tickle torture not producing the results she wanted.

He grinned triumphantly at her.  He was pretty proud of himself.  He didn’t think he’d make it through that he was so ticklish.  “So, do you give up?”

She raised an eyebrow at him.  “Give up?”  She laughed.  “The words are not in my vocabulary.  I just have to think of a different tactic.”  She mused and her eyes suddenly dropped down to his crotch.

Oded followed her gaze and his eyes widened as his own thoughts followed the direction of hers.  “Oh, now, wait a minute.”  He blanched suddenly back peddling.  “You leave my jeans alone.”

She was quick though; she moved forward and the palm of her hand was suddenly cupping him through his jeans.  Once again, their thoughts had been on a different tactic, but it would still produce the same results in her mind.  Either way, she would get that bag.  She heard his sharp, swift intake of breath.  She smiled as he bumped up against the wall behind him, preventing him from moving back any further.  She pressed her hand more firmly against his fast growing erection as she moved closer to him.

“That’s playing dirty, young lady,” he stated breathlessly, but made no move to remove her hand.  The bag was still gripped in one hand, safely raised above his head.  But not for long, she thought with a smile.

“Seems to me that you are enjoying it just the same.”  She chuckled as she rubbed her hand up and down his now very hard length.

His smile was slow and lazy, but no less devastating.  “What can I say?  You’ve never rubbed me the wrong way.”  He tossed out the bad joke.

She groaned at his joke and her forehead dropped against his bare chest.  “You truly are a sick man, Oded.”  She laughed softly.  She felt him nuzzling the top of her head and she leaned her head back to receive his kiss.

The moment their lips met, their tongues tangling together.  The battle was over and what was in the bag was forgotten for the moment.  Oded’s free hand circled around her waist and pulled her against him, trapping her hand that had been rubbing his manhood between their bodies.  He groaned at the added pressure then nearly fell to his knees when she pulled her hand out.  The firm pressure of her hand as she tugged it out from between them had nearly brought him to the edge.  Her arms circled his neck as he deepened the kiss, his tongue stroking every inch of her mouth.  His other arm finally lowered and he dropped the bag, forgotten, to the floor.  He moved his hand to cover her breast and his thumb brought the nipple to peak through her sweater.  She moaned her pleasure as she pushed against his hand.

Oded grabbed the ends of her sweater and pulled it up over her head.  She was wearing a dark green lacy bra that matched the color of the sweater she’d been wearing.  “Christ, babe, how many different colors do you have of these things?” he asked as he made quick work of removing the scrap of lace.

“Hmmm.” She smiled as his warm large hands came back up to cover both breasts.  “Some women collect shoes, I collect matching bras and paaantieeesss.”  She ended with a hiss as his thumbs brushed back and forth over her erect nipples.

He chuckled softly as he propelled her back to stop in front of the fireplace.  He had always wanted to make love to her in front of a crackling fire.  His hands moved down to the waistband of her pants and he unbuttoned them and pushed them down over her hips.  She kicked them from her legs and Oded looked down to see that she did indeed have matching dark green lacy panties on.  He bent down to capture a nipple between his teeth.  He tugged gently, nibbling on the hard nub then drawing it deep into his mouth.  He suckled it, swirling his tongue around and around it.

“Oh my . . .” She moaned as her hands clutched his thick hair, holding him to her breast.  He grinned as he moved to the other breast and took the nipple deep in his mouth.

When he’d completed his ministrations to her breasts, he sank to his knees before her.  His large hands gripped her hips as he pressed his mouth to her belly.  The hair above his lips and on his chin tickled as he left a wet trail of kisses across her stomach to her bellybutton.  She squirmed, but his hands slid around her lower back to hold her firmly to him.  He dipped his tongue into her bellybutton and played with it, causing her knees to weaken.  He grinned as he continued to move lower, the strength in his muscular arms keeping her from sinking to the floor.  His lips and tongue trailed along the waistband of her lacy panties.  He breathed deeply, catching the scent of her arousal.  A deep growl came from within him as he buried his face against the lacy material.  He could feel her nest of tight curls beneath the fabric.  His pressed his mouth against the area of her femininity, his tongue wetting the silky material.

He heard her gasp and felt her fingers dig into his shoulders as her knees weakened more.  He was the only thing keeping her from sinking to the floor.  “Do you want me to stop?”  He teased.

“Oh god, no!”  She gasped, clutching at his shoulders to keep him where he was.  He laughed, his dimples showing.  He leaned forward and took the lacy material between his teeth and began to tug down.  The panties fell to a puddle at her feet and she barely summoned enough strength in her legs to kick them away.

Seconds later she felt his warm, velvety tongue slip between her legs.  “Oh, oh . . .” She moaned as his tongue slipped between the twin petals that guarded her wet chamber and stroked her.

Loosening his arms from around her, Oded allowed her to slide down to the floor.  He guided her carefully, laying her down before the warm fire.  He moved to his hands and knees over her and bent his head to once again to capture a nipple in his mouth.  He released it then gently blew on it, watching it pucker even harder.  He heard her swift intake of breath then moaned as he did the same to the other.

“Oded, please,” she whimpered as he moved down her body again.  He had settled between her legs and had parted her thighs when he looked up at her.

“Please what, sweetness?”  His own voice was deep and husky from his pent up passion, begging to be released.  But Oded didn’t believe in taking without first giving, so he held back.

“I need you inside me.  I need you to fill me,” she pleaded, reaching her arms out to him.

He flashed her his megawatt smile.  “First things first, love.”  And he lowered his head, parting her thighs even wider; he stroked her with his tongue.

Her breathing went wild as she clutched at the carpet, her hips thrusting up of their own accord.  Oded drew the sensitive jewel into his mouth and suckled it, flicking his tongue back and forth over it.  Her body was wound up so tight; she thought she’d snap.  Her lips felt numb from her panting and her mind was in a fog of sensual feeling.  Her whole being was centered on Oded and the havoc he was creating with his mouth and tongue.  And just when she thought she would scream her bloody head off, her body shattered into a million pieces as wave after wave of her release ripped through her body.

“Son of a bitch.”  Oded whispered as he watched the emotions play out on her face.  He quickly rose up and removed his jeans and underwear and then lowered himself over her.

His mouth covered hers, his tongue delving deep into her mouth.  He guided himself to her opening and thrust in to the hilt.  Her legs came up to wrap around his waist as he rested his weight against his elbows.  His hands framing her face, he looked down into her passion filled face.  “You take my breath away.”  He breathed as he began to move within her.

He kissed her again then buried his face in her neck as she wrapped her arms around him.  His hips moved in a steady rhythm as he thrust deep inside her, then pulled out to his tip, then thrust back in slowly, drawing out the sensations of the muscles in her tight sheath contracting around his hard length.  He quickened his movements until he had brought them both to the edge, then he slowed down.  He wasn’t ready to end it yet.  Once again he paced himself, slowly bringing them both to the breaking point, then stopping.

“You do that one more time, you creep and I’ll take your jeans and shred them to pieces!”  She threatened breathlessly.

He choked on his laughter as he moved his hands under her and lifted her up.  Oded rose to his knees bring her with him, keeping himself buried within her.  He sat back on his legs with her straddling him.  She gasped as she sank down on him even deeper.  Her eyes widened as he grinned at her. “Okay, so finish it.”  He challenged.

This was a new position for them, but she liked it.  She used her legs to brace herself and she began to ride him, grinding her hips against him.  His head fell back on his shoulders as he groaned loudly.  Good god, why hadn’t they tried this before?  The thought flittered through his mind moments before he heard her cry out her release.  His hands came up to grip her hips as he thrust hard into her several more times as his own climax shook his body.  Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck and his face was buried between her breasts as his body shuddered its release.

Slowly, and very carefully, he lowered them both back to the floor.  His legs were shaky as he withdrew from her and stretched out beside her.  She snuggled up against his warmth as his arms circled around her.  When their breathing had returned to normal, he smiled.

“Okay, you win, you can have what’s in the bag.”  He gave in gracefully.  She laughed, but didn’t move to retrieve her prize.  She was incapable of moving right then.

“I don’t think I have the strength to get up and get the bag, Ded.  My legs are so shaky right now, I’d probably fall flat on my face.”  She laughed.

Oded chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest and making her sigh as she leaned against him.  He released her and sat up.  Moving to his hands and knees, he crawled over to the bag, grabbed it and then crawled back to her.  She had sat up by the time he had returned and so he dropped the bag into her lap and stretched back out next to her.

She opened the bag and peered inside.  She couldn’t see much, so she reached in and felt several small objects.  Pulling them out one by one, she discovered they were paints, a small palate and a paintbrush.  She began to laugh.  “You trying to tell me something, Ded?”

He grinned. “Yeah, no more finger painting for you, young lady!  You nearly killed me with that body frosting!”  She threw her head back and laughed.  The memories of that day came flooding back to her and she nearly fell over, her sides aching.  “It really isn’t that funny, you know,” Oded replied, his eyes twinkling.

“Oh my god!”  She tried to catch her breath.  She wiped away a tear that tried to escape down her cheek.  She looked down at Oded stretched out next to her, admiring his lean body.  “That was your idea, you know, so I take no responsibility for my actions!”

He laughed as he grabbed her arm and gave it a tug, sending her sprawling across his chest.  “I’ll remember that the next time I get a wild idea to help you relax from the holiday stress.”

She smiled down at him and kissed him sweetly.  “And it worked wonders!”  She answered as she lowered her head to kiss him once more.


To be continued. . .

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