Random Romance

A Very Merry Christmas

Warning: SMUT, oral, tinsel, gingerbread cookies(you'll understand soon)

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I knocked on the door to Lucian's office, bored.

"Come in, Mira." He didn't have to ask, he just knew it was me.

"Why are you still working?" I asked.

"Why aren't you out partying with your friends?"

"It's 11."

"You normally stay up till three."

"Well, I don't want to. I'm bored.'

"And I'm busy."he gestures to the documents on his desk.

"Fine."i groaned and got up. "I'll go bake something."

Lucian got up and grabbed my hand, stopping me.
"No, you're not. You'll burn the house down without my supervision."

"But I want cookies." I pouted.

"I could buy a whole bakery if you wanted; you don't need to--"

"But I want the ones we make. Together. Please?"

He sighed in defeat, he knew that if he denied the request I  would be majorly upset. He dropped his pen and let go of my hand.

"Fine; but I'm coming." I beamed a smile as I  rushed out of the office to the kitchen.

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His POV

We were in the kitchen; Miranda was cutting the cookie dough into gingerbread men and I was putting a batch in the oven.

I watched from behind as she cut the dough, her hips swaying to a song playing on her phone.
As much as I  didn't want to be here, I liked this. Her.

I came up to her and held her wrist to stop her from cutting the dough.
"Don't you think you should pick another shape? We can't just have gingerbread men laying around."

"The other ones are boring. Besides, you only put a batch of eight in the oven."

"There are two more freshly baked batches on the counter; go frost those instead."
"Okay, just take over for me."she went to the other counter to find the frosting pipe.

Eventually, the last batch was placed in the oven. Miranda was giggling as she frosted the cookies; I got curious.
I came up behind her to ask what she was laughing about.

"I frosted one and it looks a lot like you."she showed me the gingerbread man with what looked like black hair on its head and a big frowny face.
She looked over at me and I found myself imitating the face on the cookie without knowing, making her laugh more.

She started talking about other ways she could decorate the others, but he wasn't listening. I was just watching her as she spoke, as if I were memorising every detail on her face.

She stopped the faced me.
"What's wrong; is there something on my face?"

I leaned forward and used my thumb to swipe the icing off her face then put  in my mouth and scrunched my nose.

"Are you using lemon meringue icing for gingerbread?"

"I wanted to experiment."

"Well, don't." I took the frosting pipe out of her hand.

"But you haven't even tasted one yet."she snatched it back

"I don't need to." This back and forth continued for a bit until she put icing on next to my mouth then cupped my face with her hands and licked it.

"There. No more wastage."

I stood there bewildered for a good thirty seconds before grabbing her and pinning her between myself and the counter.

"Lucian, what are you--"

"Payback."

"What? But it was just a joke--"

I took a bit of icing on his finger and swiped it on her lip, my own landing onto hers immediately after.

She was startled at first, but started to respond to the unexpected affection; her lips parting to let my tongue protrude. Wrapping her arms around my neck, I groaned and held her hips, placing her onto the counter, my growing erection pressing against her thigh.

Our make out session lasted for about 5 minutes before she pulled away.

"Luci," she panted, "are we going to do this here?"
I looked around for a few seconds before picking her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist. I assume she felt my erection pressing against her core since I felt a shiver come from her

I led both of us to our room and set her on the bed before stripping her of her clothes. After she was left in just her underwear, I  started taking off my shirt when I started to look around the room. I spotted a box of Christmas decorations that weren't in use, went to grab the bright red tinsel and tied her hands to the bedframe before kneeling in front of her.

I grabbed her thighs and parted them before whispering a 'may I?' Receiving a nod from her, I slowly - teasingly -  pulled her panties down, ogling the soaked cunt before me before going in for one teasing lick, making her shiver.

I leaned forward to suck her clit and thrust two fingers inside of her, eliciting a moan from her.
I used my free hand to hold her down. My hand pressed against her lower stomach, making it hard for her to keep her breathing level.

"Lucian--" she got interrupted by me adding a third finger; she let out a loud moan.

My attention grew more intense, my hands gripping her thighs harder. My tongue pushed inside her, curling to hit the spot that makes her moan.

I felt her get closer, continuing my assault on her as her hips bucked upwards. With one final push, she came undone; moaning as her hips bucked and her hands clawed at the sheets.

I got up from between her legs before unclasping her bra, letting her perfect breasts fall out before wrapping my mouth around her hardened nipple; drawing out a whimper from her.
I massaged her breast with my free hand then did the same with the other.

Finally, I removed my boxer shorts to reveal my painful erection, her eyes beaming as soon as she saw it.

And that is how to boost a man's ego.

I flipped her onto her hands and knees before gently pushing my tip inside of her.She seemed confused because of the wait.
"What is taking you so long--"
She immediately got cut off and gasped as I thrust into her to the hilt.

I stayed there to let her adjust to my size before starting to move; my hands intertwining with hers above her head as I started slowly.
I pulled out almost fully then slammed back in, increasing my pace as the lewd sound of skin slapping skin combined with Miranda's moans and my grunts filled the room.

The bed creaked as we moved, my hand found it's way to her clit. I rubbed it in slow circles as I felt her breathing get heavier.
I quickened my pace, my lower stomach tightened signalling my release. Mira had already came twice, and I was determined to make her one more time.

I moved my hand from her clit to her tits, squeezing and rolling the hardened peaks as I watched her come undone on my dick; followed by me as I finished inside of her.

I pulled out, still hard but she seemed tired.
I went to the bathroom and got a wet cloth to clean between her thighs; she sat up as I did.

I got into a pair of grey sweatpants and wore one of my shirts on her before settling onto the bed next to her. We were just about to relax until I heard beeping, then smelled smoke.

"Shit," Mira spoke, "The cookies."