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𝑆𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑝raising, 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑟
somnophilia, etc..
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Christmas was always your most favorite time of the year. The gifts, the snow, and the hot chocolate were just some of the best things..but the best of all was spending it with the one you love most.
This was the first year you and Greta got to spend it with each other and although you couldn't spend it with each other out in public, it made it much more special that it was just the two of you spending it alone with each other in the warm indoors without any distractions.
The sheets slowly rising at your feet with the soft trace of notorious ruby-colored fingernails gliding up your legs was more than enough to stir you from your sweet slumber. Hot breath could be felt along your naked thighs as fingers gently spread your legs.
A pair of lips attached themselves to your soft skin before moving their way to hover over your barely clothed center. A featherlight kiss was placed along your see-through lace.
"𝑀𝑚𝑚, 𝐺𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑎." Your raspy morning voice just barely makes it to her ears.
She took that as a sign to keep going, her nimble fingers hooking underneath the waistband of your panties before dragging them all the way down your legs and completely off the skin of your body.
Her fingers made their way back between your thighs, skillfully running along your newly soaked cunt.
"What happened to opening presents when we got up?" You gasped as she took two of her fingers to spread your folds for her tongue to devour your most sensitive spot.
"Oh I planned on it . . . but I opened my favorite present just now, beautiful."
A soft moan was forced out of your mouth in return as her free hand tightly gripped onto your inner thigh, holding you into place.
Greta hums in approval as her tongue swiftly explores every inch of your center.
It doesn't take her long for her lips to wrap around your clit, giving it the attention you were oh so craving so much.
"𝐹𝑢𝑐𝑘, Greta just like that!" You whimpered, the sensitivity already taking control over your body.
Your hands grasp at the sheets beneath you, knuckles turning white at the almost deathly grip being held at its silky material.
She switches between sucking and flicking her tongue against your bud in the way that causes your toes to curl and your legs attempt to forcefully close.
Her grip on your thigh grows stronger to keep herself from being squeezed between your thighs.
"Be a darling and keep those legs open for me."
Her pace grows more demanding just as the shaking in your legs comes to her attention. The muscles in your thighs begging to be relaxed.
Soft moans escape your parted lips, head pushing deeper into the pillow as you find yourself unraveling into a pit of ecstasy from the redhead devouring you between your legs.
"𝑂𝑜ℎ— 𝐺𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑎!" Your voice hitches in the back of your throat as you become completely undone, pleasure taking total control over your senses as you come.
"That's my girl . . . you've done so good for me."
She eases you through your high, stopping just as your hips begin to buck from the feeling of oversensitivity.
Greta leaves one last kiss against your clit before carefully sliding herself up from beneath the sheets to straddle herself over your hips.
You finally got the chance to look at her for the first time this morning. Her usual perfect hair was now a frizzy mess and one strap of her nightgown had fallen off her shoulder.
She still looked as beautiful as ever but your eyes couldn't help but focus at the way her nightgown rode up over her thighs and sat just perfectly against her hips.
Greta catches you staring at her and leans forward, hands on either side of your head, her face hovering just slightly in front of yours. Dark eyes glued onto your own.
"What's that look for?" She questioned.
"You just look so damn beautiful to me."
Her lips quickly formed into an appreciative smile at the compliment.
She brought her left hand to cup your cheek, thumb gently grazing against your skin before stopping just next to your lips.
"That's the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me . . ." Her chocolate eyes were filled with nothing but love and adoration towards you. She hovered her lips just slightly above yours. ". . but you are the sweetest thing of all, my love."
Soft lips connected with yours in a sweet kiss lasting a few seconds.
"Now let's go open some actual presents, shall we?" In one swift movement she slides off you, fixing her nightgown and extends her hand out for you to take. You adjust your own nightgown before lacing your fingers with hers and standing from the bed.
"Merry Christmas, darling."
"Merry Christmas, Greta."
