"You have to be the grumpiest Santa I've ever met in my entire life!" You groaned as you slipped off your thick coat tossing it to the side table, each small snowflake melting to the floor.
"If I do recall correctly sweetheart, I didn't sign up for the gig in the first place. That was your doing." Ghost mumbled stripping off the red fabric from his body all while cursing under his breath.
A soft giggle escaped your lips, slowly walking to the fire place trying to ignite the flames. Electronics, go figure why it was so difficult to start. "You made two kids cry Simon. Two!" You peered over your shoulder narrowing your eyes to see him basically ripping the buttons to his shirt to get it off.
"What logical child actually request world peace for a Christmas present." He snapped crossing the distance, clicking the button for the flames to erupt behind the glass. You let out a content sigh feeling the warmth waft through the small designated vent.
"A very sweet innocent one! All you had to say is okay, not ramble on how that'll never happen." You retorted refusing to draw your eyes to the way the flames danced off his bare torso. "I was teaching them a lesson, consider it my good Christmas deed."
Your eyes rolled simply out of disbelief "You're lucky that mom didn't beat the shit out of you." You mumbled, cheeks turning a soft hue of pink.
Not from the heat, but from the enticing view standing beside you, a small chuckle escaped your lips seeing his hat was still on. "One could only hope, if she would've I could've left sooner."
A small smirk pulled at the corner of his lips. "Whatcha ask Santa for, for Christmas that is?" He spoke coolly moving the short distance to sit on the couch. His arm laid across the length of the back cushion.
"I didn't get a chance to write out a list of demands this year. So nothing." You turned your back to the flames, watching the way he he gripped at the black leather pants. Legs spread, hips shifting in attempt to get comfortable.
It was almost mesmerizing watching the way he was so casual, so comfortable. I'm only took a few years to get to this point but damn it was worth it.
"Why do you have to write a list?" His voice broke your thoughts, a mischievous smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth making that silver scar you had come to love crinkle. "Just come sit on Santa's lap and tell me." Your cheeks warmed hearing his genuine laugh as he tapped his leg.
"I'm not sitting down so you can add me to the list of people you've made cry today." You laughed in response, despite your statement you found yourself sitting comfortably on his thigh, letting your legs dangle between his.
His hand brushed along your shoulder, pushing your hair to rest down your back. "Tell me what you want love." He whispered leaning in close, letting his breath fan across your neck. Goosebumps pricked your skin when his lips dragged across the exposed flesh.
Your jaw tightened trying to ignore the growing heat in your body before relaxing again. A small grin pulled at your lips "Fine, I want a 54' convertible, light blue." The vibration of his laugh seeped into your skin. His hands slid under your shirt, the cold from his palms made you shudder.
Your fingers wrapped around the fuzzy ball tossing his hat to the floor, as his mouth traced the length of your jaw. "Sounds fair, you have been an awful good girl." He mumbled, his hands gliding up shifting your shirt of your shoulders and head.
"What else? Talk to me baby." He whispered lowering his head to to your cleavage letting his lips graze the skin. Your body shuddered with a soft gasp "M-maybe a yacht?" You tried to joke through your rapidly increasing breath.
He unclasped your bra allowing to to drop to the floor a low chuckle escaped his chest. "A yacht, hm?" he sighed against your skin, sucking eagerly on your left nipple, causing it to harden instantly his hand moved to your other nipple tweaking it enough to make a low moan escape your parted lips.
"Maybe a dog?" You whined, feeling his trail down your abdomen below your waistband, he broke his suction "We have a dog." He pulled back enough to watch your features flush and eyes flutter. Your hand grasped at his wrist when a single digit delved into your entrance.
A groan of satisfaction filled your ear when he nipped at the lobe feeling how eager you were for him. Your hips rocked against his palm creating the perfect friction. "Keep talking darlin' I know you can." You sucked in a breath of air trying to control the shocks that flowed through your abdomen.
"Another dog." You breathed out, earning a to vibrate through your neck. He pulled from your pants shifting you to stand off his lap. "Stay on my nice list and take off those pesky barriers and maybe we can talk about another dog." He winked, making easy work shifting his hips to bring his pants and boxers to his ankles as you eagerly swayed your hips removing the remaining layers of clothing.
His hands went to your waist pulling you on top of him so you straddled his hardened member, teasingly rubbing it against your wet entrance. "Why don't we get something simpler than a dog, like a fish?" He continued coolly.
"I don't want a fish." You spoke through ragged breaths, rocking your hips along his length coating it with your very evident desire. His hand shifted to your ass raising you up slightly. "No?" He tilted his head curiously, positioning himself better beneath you.
"N-" your simple word got cut off instantly with one swift motion, he thrust upward, penetrating your tight entrance. His moan of pure pleasure reverberated throughout the room as your walls contracted around him, nails digging into his shoulders as you adjusted.
Your hips started in a slow deliberate motion, eyes trying to focus on the way the dim flames illuminated his body. His mouth captured yours in a power hungry kiss "That's it love." He groaned against your lips, his tongue probing at the plump flesh demanding entry until yours parted in a quiet breathless moan.
His hands gripped your hips tight guiding your motions. His hips rocked upwards in sync with your movements, pushing deeper into you each time you descended. The feeling of your tightness surrounding him was almost too much to handle, his hand moved to your breast groping at the flesh, while the other moved to your waist holding your position steady.
A light layer of sweat beaded at his chest, the room slowly filling with the subtle smell of burning cedar. He shifted his body beneath yours providing more of a leverage so that every down stroke you made brushed your sensitive bud against his skin.
With a low growl he broke his mouth from yours burying his face between the perky mounds of flesh on your chest. Your head tilted back, tangling your fingers into the dirty blonde strands of hair at the back of his head.
Your legs shook from exhaustion and the burning sensation boiling in your abdomen. "Fuck love.." he groaned hoarsely into your skin, running his tongue across the salty flesh. He thrust once more, hitting your G-spot perfectly, and that was all it took.
Your walls contracted forcefully around him, milking every drop of his seed as your eyes rolled back in blissful pleasure, the sound of his shuddering breath and low whimper filled your ears.
"Oh, Simon." You cried out, letting go of everything holding you back as waves after wave of intense pleasure washed over you. Concentric circles spread from your core outwards.
Breathing heavily, you collapsed onto his chest, your weight pressing down on him lightly. Your heart hammered loudly in your ears, still catching its breath while your body slowly started to calm down. A contented smile played at the corner of your lips, as you glided your hands to rest in his chest beside your head.
His chin rested on your head while he ran his fingers through your hair, gently brushing it away from sticking to the skin of your back. "What about a cat?" he managed to croak out, arms wrapping around your waist.
He groaned deeply, his breaths coming out ragged as he caught his own. His heartbeat calmed down gradually, but it was still racing faster than normal, feeling his semi-erect member pulse against your slick walls in the after math.
"What about a ring?" You laughed in response earning a pleased grumble to vibrate against your head. "Fuck yeah I can make that happen love." He chuckled.
