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(Late night Chrissy fun 😝)
It was a very colorless Christmas morning, you and Rhea's windows coated thickly in plush white snow. Your eyes fluttered open, a frown washing across your face at the absence of your wife beside you. Reaching a hand over, you felt her side of the bed. It felt warm, which meant she had only just gotten up, but where was she?
You sat up, kicking your feet over the bed only to be attacked shortly after by two excited puppies. Your heart fluttered at the way their paws smacked against your legs as they tried to get head pats from you.
"Aww hello Barry boyyy! Helloooo Luna~~" you cooed, petting the both of them with both of your hands. After a few minutes of giving them attention, you set out on your mission again. You made your way downstairs, manicured eyebrows raising at the sweet scent of chocolate chip pancakes which coated your nostrils.
"Mmm, smells good!" You acknowledged, your raven haired wife swiftly turning her head toward yours as if she was expecting you. Rhea bit her lip, her already rosy cheeks deepening in red.
"You're making us breakfast?!" You questioned excitedly as you wrapped your arms around her slim waist. Your wife melted into your touch whilst slipping the last pancake onto your Christmas decorated plates that you set out every December. Turning the stove eye off, she spins around and immediately runs her hands down your shoulders.
"Yes Ma'am." She finally speaks. Just the feeling of her touch made your skin begin to feel like it was melting in all the right ways. Rhea began to trail her lips up your neck, curious to see how far she could push you before breakfast.
"Slow down, now.." you whispered, scrunching a good bit of her soft hair between your fingers. She chuckled into your neck, biting down slightly on your sweet spot. Rhea moaned at the sudden feeling of you snatching her hair, pinning her against the counter. You kissed her lips, tapping her thigh twice. She jumped up, letting you push her hips back so she sat on the counter.
She grinds against you, moaning as you nipped at her sensitive neck. "Is this my present, baby?" You whispered lowly, biting your lip at the way her body shook at your tone.
"I'm whatever you want me to be."
You hummed, pulling back from her. Rhea whined, squeezing her plump thighs together. "Don't pout baby, I want to eat~" you teased, pulling her in for a sweet kiss and teasing at her through her black robe before abruptly pulling back. Taking your plate, you sat down and began eating. Chuckling, you watched your needy wife drag her weight toward you holding the plate of food.
"You're pouting~" you teased once again, causing her to roll her eyes at you. You were honestly taken aback by her brattiness, she was normally dominant in these instances however today, you had her on edge.
The next few minutes were spent having conversations about her work life, her upcoming schedule, as well as your plans after college graduation in a few months. After the two of you finished eating, Rhea took your plates and threw them in the dishwasher as you made your way over to your maxi couch. While staring at the various black and purple decorations you both picked out to put on the white tree, you barely noticed your wife's warm aura beginning to engulf yours.
It wasn't until you felt the once again euphoria of her lips dragging themselves down your neck and shoulder. "Oops.." her dark voice vibrated as she 'accidentally' peeled your bra strap from your shoulder.
You continued to let her come onto you, to have her little five minutes of fun before you absolutely ate her up. Her painted hand cupped your boob, massaging gently as she toyed with your nipple - one of the most sensitive parts of your body.
"Mmm.." you hummed, almost thinking about letting her take control. Except, she rolled her eyes at you. So now, since she wants to, you'll make her eyes harder than ever. Briskly, you turned around and flipped her over, pinning her to the couch.
Her oceanic eyes were shut as tight as ever, anticipating the waves of pleasure she craved from you at every given moment in your presence. Every little thing about you, the way your back flexed as you moved things around, your slightly broad shoulders, the way you weren't scared to control her, drove her absolutely insane.
It drove her insane that she couldn't just drop to her knees and let you have her everywhere you went. Unfortunately, you had to be eThIcAL.
"Naughty girl.." you whispered as you snatched her robe open, being met with the black lacy lingerie she knew you trembled for. Her quiet giggles quickly turned to moans as you licked at her core through the little opening at the bottom.
"Mmmh.." she moaned, cupping your head in her hands. The harder you sucked on her clit, the louder her shrieks would get. The juxtaposition was honestly quite amusing to you - how a big strong woman like Rhea Ripley could ever make the sounds she was making, that is.
Said 'big strong woman' whimpered as she grew closer to that sweet climax. Taking one last lick of her sweet tastes you pulled away ever so abruptly.
"No!! I'll be good please don't stop.." she began rambling. It was cute because, you weren't punishing her you were just getting comfortable. You planned on being here with her all morning. Rhea shrieked in surprise at the feeling of your fingers entering her roughly. You flicked your tongue on her clit, fucking her mercilessly within minutes.
You flat out laughed at the way her eyes rolled back in her head. "You like that?" Her thighs began to shake as she neared, all she needed from you was that one last push.
"Faster.." she whispered, cupping your hand in hers, trying to make you fuck her faster.
"Beg." You commanded, lifting your head up from between her legs and smacking her arm away.
"Please ..please!" She begged, your last stroke sending her over edge.
You peered through your eyebrows at the way her exposed boobs bounced as she shook against you. The sight of her perfect body contorting all because of your fingers and tongue, was oddly enough to get you off too. You let your beautiful wife ride her high out, lifting your body up and wiping the sweat from her pristine forehead.
"Are you okay, Dems?" You admired her. Even in the most sluttiest moments, she still managed to be the most beautiful person you've ever laid eyes on.
"I'm okay.." she whispered, struggling to even move her own body. You grew slightly worried at the way she laid stagnant - Demi was never the first one to get tired...EVER. You felt yourself growing more and more concerned, that is unto her baby blue eyes shot open as she smiled up at you.
"Ahh!!" You squealed at the feeling of your wife flipping the two of you over.
"Now," she started, peeling your pajamas off piece by piece. "I can do that sooo much better than you can" She whispered, lowering her head.
