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The following is a sexy short Christmas story that I hope will warm your hearts and heat your loins. It is the most wonderful time of the year, after all. Why shouldn’t it be sexy? Enjoy!

Growing up, Nora Oliver-Winters was the kind of soft-spoken girl that few noticed. She was quiet, keeping to herself and rarely causing a raucous. Her high school sweetheart turned husband, Nicholas Winters, was the same. He was the kind of quiet, reserved boy that few gave a second thought.

When they got together, it seemed so fitting. Some of their friends said that they were the calmest, quietest couple of all time. Those same friends probably didn’t see them around the holidays. That was when they came out of their shell and made a little noise.

“I don’t know what gets into you during the holidays, but it’s really something,” Nora’s father used to tell her.

That was generous on her father’s part, but still accurate. As a kid, Nora was the kind of girl who would squeal with joy before sitting on Santa’s lap at the mall. As a teenager and adult, she would sing loudest whenever Christmas music came on or whenever holiday parties got rowdy. Fittingly enough, her husband was often the one who helped make them rowdy.

She and Nick became the dynamic duo of holidays. They would lead the charge with the festivities. They would organize every event, from a Christmas tree lighting to a choir at the local church. That coordination, along with their shared passion for the holidays, was part of what brought them together. It was also the catalyst for many major milestones.

It was around Christmas when Nick asked her on their first date.

It was on that same Christmas that they shared their first kiss.

It was on Christmas when he proposed to her.

It was also around Christmas when they had their wedding.

It almost felt necessary. Christmas was the time of year when they let their usually reserved passions run free. They tended to share more romantic moments, which rarely stayed quiet. It got to a point where even their parents found it troublesome.

That still didn’t stop them. Even when they spent Christmas at her parents’ rural house, they often made more noise than their families were used to hearing from them. Nora promised her parents that she and Nick would keep things quiet, especially on Christmas Eve after everyone had turned in. She’d even hoped to keep that promise.

However, her husband did not make that easy for her.

“Hey, Nora,” he whispered into her ear, “are you awake?”

“It’s almost midnight on Christmas Eve. What do you think?” Nora quipped, not hiding how restless she was.

“Just checking,” Nick snickered. “It’s the most restless time of the year for us. You know how excited I tend to get…especially on Christmas Eve.”

“I know, Nick. Believe me, I know,” she said.

Already, the temptation that break that promise was there. She and Nick had been lying in bed for over an hour now. It didn’t help that they were in the same bed she’d slept in back in high school, which wasn’t nearly big enough for two adult bodies.

That wasn’t her fault, though. Her parents were the ones who insisted on inviting them, her sisters, and Nick’s parents over for Christmas. Every room was full and her old room just happened to be adjacent to her parents’ room. Her father usually preferred that since she’d been the quietest of his three children. It was only around Christmas that she tended to annoy him.

Nick, wearing only a pair of boxers on a cold December night, didn’t seem to care as he spooned her from behind. She felt him slip his arms around her body, the thin fabric of her red nighty doing little to temper his loving touch. He was always extra affectionate around the holidays. It also didn’t take much to rouse her passions around the holidays, even late at night.

“It’s almost midnight,” Nick whispered into her ear while stroking the nape of her neck. “Christmas will officially be here soon.”

“You keep telling me things I already know,” Nora told him. “You never do that without having a point to make.”

“That’s because I do. And it’s a point worth making.”

Now curious, as well as aroused, she rolled over to face her husband. Still under the covers, cuddling together like a couple of teenagers who’d just snuck into each other’s rooms, she caressed his unshaven face. Even in the dim lighting of her old bedroom, she could see the excitement in his eyes. All the joyous memories they’d shared during Christmas had come rushing back. In recounting such moments, how could anyone sleep?

“For 11 months out of the year, I was a quiet grade-grubber in school. Now, I’m just your typical IT guy who spends his days configuring laptops for overpaid executives,” he said.

“And I’m just your average financial planner at a bank,” Nora replied. “What’s your point?”

“I hope it’s obvious. In all that time, we let a lot of thoughts and feelings build up,” he went on. “No matter how many times we try to explore those feelings throughout the year, something gets in the way. Then, Christmas comes around.”

“And suddenly, we make time,” she said, finishing his thought.

“Exactly!”

That had been a bit too loud, but it didn’t stop Nora from smiling back.

“You want to keep your voice down? My parents are in the other room,” she told him.

“I’m trying to. I want to,” Nick said, his excitement still obvious. “I just don’t think I can.”

Still smiling in her grasp, he deepened their embrace. The warmth of his mostly exposed upper body mixed with hers, creating an intimate setting the likes of which roused more than their Christmas spirit.

Following that restless excitement, Nick drew her into a kiss. It started off soft, as if to see if they could keep their passions quiet on Christmas for once. As soon as she tasted his lips, felt his loving touch, and slipped her arms around his waist under the sheets, the truth became abundantly clear. These passions could not be silenced.

“I’m sorry, Nora,” he gasped in between the hot kissing, “but it’s hard keeping my love for you quiet…especially this time of year.”

“Nick,” Nora said, trying to keep her voice down. “I’m inclined to stop you, but God help me. I don’t think I want to.”

“Then, let’s not fight it!” Nick said, once again sounding louder than she’d promised her father. “We can try to keep it down and still share in the holiday spirit, but…”

His words trailed off. She didn’t bother trying to answer. As if drawn together by holiday magic, they kissed again. This time, it wasn’t soft or simple. It quickly blossomed into something more heated. The next thing she knew, her husband was on top of her, kissing and caressing her with a passion worthy of Christmas spirit.

“Nora…my love,” he said in that deep, manly voice of his.

While embracing and caressing her, he began trailing his lips down her neck. Nora let out a sharp gasp. It was louder than she’d intended, but that didn’t dissuade her lover. If anything, it encouraged him.

From the passionate make-out session, clothes started coming off. Nora’s nighty was the first to go. Nick had her so engrossed in his lips that she barely noticed him pushing it up, revealing her ample breasts to him. Once she did, she gladly helped him remove it, leaving her in just a pair of white panties, which were rapidly becoming a burden.

“Ooh Nick!” she moaned, once again making more noise than she’d hoped.

Again, her love wasn’t dissuaded. Even in the darkness of the night, he navigated his way down her half-naked body. He trailed his lips down her neck, fondled both her breasts with his hands, and sent more shivers of arousal coursing through her body. Nora grasped her pillow and bit her lip, preventing her to making more noise.

That became increasingly difficult as Nick made his way down her torso, taking some extra time to tease taste her cleavage and tease her nipples with his tongue. He knew that drove her wild. It had since their honeymoon. She still managed to keep herself from squealing in delight, but found other ways to communicate her desire.

“Mmm…your panties,” said Nick as after teasing her breasts. “I’m guessing you want them off?”

In lieu of a loud proclamation, she lifted her hips to let him know. He got the message and removed them with ease, rendering her completely naked.

Looking up at her in the darkness of the room, she could still see the passion in Nick’s eyes. She saw how much he loved her and how much he wanted her. In the waning hours of Christmas Eve, the greatest gift he could offer was to share in that love.

“Your love is the greatest gift I’ve ever gotten, Nora,” he told her, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s truly a gift that keeps on giving.”

“Speak for yourself, my darling,” she teased.

“It’s Christmas. Even when it comes to gift giving, actions speak louder than words.”

Nick had always been a man of action. It was one of the many reasons she fell in love with him. Even on Christmas Eve, with parents on the other side of the wall, he didn’t hesitate to prove himself.

Still using his lips and his intimate knowledge of her body, he made his way down to her inner thighs. He pulled the sheets back, exposing her naked flesh to the poorly ventilated air of his old room. Nora didn’t mind. She was so hot for her lover that no amount of December cold could temper her passions.

Nick still made it a point to heat her holiday spirit. With tact and tenderness befitting of a skilled lover, he began giving her oral sex, burying his face in her waiting womanhood. This time, she couldn’t keep herself from reacting.

“Ohhh yes!” Nora gasped.

That was too loud. It had to have woken up someone, but Nick didn’t stop. He kept eating her out, using his lips and tongue to taste her tender flesh, stimulating the spots he knew so well. Even in the dark, he sent shivers of bliss coursing through her body. It was so intense that she had to shove a pillow into her face to muffle more moans.

“Mmm…quick thinking,” Nick teased.

He kept at it, licking and tasting her outer and inner folds. She shifted her body, arching her back and shuddering under the steady surge of sensations. Keeping her delight quiet was next to impossible.

However, she knew that Nick’s oral talents were just the wrapping paper. The real gift was still to come. By the time she achieved full arousal, she couldn’t wait anymore. Even if it was still Christmas Eve, she couldn’t contain her excitement.

“Nick…please,” she gasped through the pillow. “Let’s do it. Let’s share this wonderful gift!”

Again, her lover answered with actions rather than words. Given how much noise they’d already made, that was probably a good thing.

Like a man possessed by a special Christmas spirit, he rose up and shed his boxers. He then laid back on top of her, capturing her lips again and allowing their naked bodies to perfectly mesh. In the darkness, she could feel the hardened flesh of his manhood press against her thighs. Whether it was the holidays or the excitement of making love in his old room, he got every bit as aroused as her.

Their hearts and bodies beckoned for a far greater gift. From passionate instincts, Nora skillfully wrapped her legs around her lover’s waist, drawing them into an intimate warmth to combat the winter cold. With equal skill, Nick aligned his manly flesh with her womanly opening.

Then, in an act that transformed their love into a physical form, he entered her. In that moment, through the perfect union of intimate flesh, their most cherished gift came to life.

“Nora…my love,” he gasped.

“Nick…my lover,” she gasped in response.

That was all they could get out. They could’ve been a lot more vocal, but they managed to mute such loud proclamations with a loving kiss. It seemed to be the only way to temper the noise, but it might have been the most fitting.

With heated kissing and affectionate touching, Nora and her loving husband made love. Nick set the pace of their passion, working his body with hers in a steady, yet heated rhythm. She supplemented his efforts, digging the balls of her feet into his lower back and raking her fingers down his back. Through each thrust and motion, his toned manly sinews glided effortlessly along her feminine curves, creating an intimate heat that perfectly countered the winter cold.

“Mmm…Nick! Oh Nick! Oohhh yes!” she cried out in the brief moments when their lips parted.

“Oh Nora!” he moaned, no longer trying to temper his voice.

That had to have roused someone in the other room. She and Nick were beyond caring at this point. They were making love on Christmas, celebrating the greatest gift two lovers could possibly share. If that meant rousing sleeping parents, then so be it.

Their lovemaking rocked the bed along with their naked bodies. The sheets quickly became ruffled and frame squeaked under the weight of their passion. Her old bed was clearly not designed to accommodate lovers like them. That didn’t stop them from pursuing their passion to the utmost.

As they drew out their love, the clock neared midnight. Christmas was about to officially arrive. Nora was about to arrive as well, her husband’s loving efforts bringing her to the brink of orgasm. She was close. She could sense in every touch and gasp that he was close too. That gave them an opportunity to make this special gift even better.

“Nick…I’m ready,” she whispered into his ear.

Through the darkness, Nora sense his beaming smile. They’d been together long enough and shared plenty of passionate nights. He knew what that entailed.

This time, Nora was the one who let her actions do the talking. While lip-locked in another passionate kiss, she realigned their bodies so that she was the one on top. Now straddling his pelvis, his rigid manhood still deep inside her throbbing womanhood, she took charge of their lovemaking. For the final push to shared ecstasy, she held onto her waist and rode him to a special holiday delight.

“Oohhh Nora! I’m ready too! I’m so…so ready!” Nick moaned.

“Nick…I’m so close! Oohhh Nick!” she cried out.

As the feeling approached, the clock struck midnight. It was Christmas. That meant it was finally time to unwrap their present together.

Together, they exerted the last round of their passions. Nick reached up and caressed her breasts while she leaned back, thrusting upwards while she gyrated her hips. It was a perfect harmony of passion, evoking just the right sensations to send them over the brink and into a world of ecstasy.

“Ohhh Nick!”

“Oohhh Nora!”

In what felt like a true Christmas miracle, they climaxed together. Nora felt her inner depths throb, followed by a wondrous release of ecstasy that washed over her like a gift straight from the North Pole. Nick definitely got his gift as well. She felt it in the way his manhood throbbed inside her, his manly fluids mixing with her feminine juices in a perfect holiday treat.

As they soaked in every sensation, her hands found his. Their fingers became enlaced, as if to guide one another through an ocean of ecstasy. With the waves from that ocean still washing over them, Nora collapsed atop her lover’s naked body where they came together in another kiss.

“I love you, Nick,” she said to him.

“I love you too, Nora,” he replied.

“And now, it’s past midnight. So I can say it. Merry Christmas, my wonderful husband. I hope you enjoyed your gift this year.”

“Merry Christmas to you too, my amazing wife. And yes, I definitely did!”

They kissed again, allowing their bodies to settle into a relaxing afterglow. Nora even managed to pull the sheets up over their naked bodies. Lying naked atop her husband, resting her head on his chest, it was the perfect way to start Christmas.

Then, just as she was ready to nod off again, there was a loud banging on the wall.

“Hey! Keep it down in there, you horny dogs!” yelled the voice of her restless father. “Some of us like to sleep on the holidays!”

Neither she nor Nick said a word. He just smiled awkwardly. She could even see him blushing profusely. Just when they thought they’d gotten away with some noisy lovemaking, they both remembered that the holidays extended beyond their love.

“Sorry,” he whispered. “Guess we’ll have to be quieter next time.”

“Oh Nick,” Nora laughed under her breath. “You know even Christmas miracles have their limits.”

The following is another sexy short story with sexy holiday themes. It’s that time of year. Christmas is almost here! That means the time is right to get together with friends, family, and loved ones to celebrate the season. It’s also a time to share a little festive romance with that special someone. Hopefully, this story gets you in the mood while waiting for Santa. Enjoy!

“Are you ready yet, Richard? The weather isn’t going to get better out there,” said a stressed out and restless Helen Rollins.

“Almost,” answered her equally restless husband, Richard Rollins. “I’m just making sure your parents’ fancy dishes are tightly packed. I don’t need your mom giving crap about me chipping a cup again.”

“I already made her promise she wouldn’t be that petty this year,” she said.

“Doesn’t mean she won’t be. So long as she can piss off my mother through me, she’ll find an excuse.”

Helen rolled her eyes and groaned as she paced restlessly in the living room of the small, suburban house she shared with her husband of two years. She kept going over the list in her head of things they needed to do before heading to her parents’ house for Christmas. What should’ve been a joyous, exciting prospect had been mired in less-than-festive feelings for her and Richard. Many of those feelings pre-dated the holidays.

It had not been an easy year for her and Richard. It might have been the toughest year they’d endured since they got together. She and Richard had been childhood friends, growing up in the same community and coming of age together. He wasn’t the first man she dated, but she still ended up marrying him less than a year after they graduated high school.

However, that was where much of the drama between them and their families started.

Her family had always given Richard a hard time. Her mother once said described him as being good enough to marry, but not great enough to spend the rest of her life with. That was because he came from a broken home, having had a volatile relationship with his father and a less-than-supportive dynamic with his mother. Being the oldest and only girl of her family, her parents had hoped she’d move away and find someone who would lead her to bigger and better opportunities.

On top of that, her mother and Richard’s mother hated each other. Before she and Richard got married, her mother had sued Richard’s because she suspected she stole some rare jewelry that she owned. It got ugly fast, even after she dropped the suit. Nothing was ever proven and nobody went to jail, but that was the catalyst for many more feuds that quickly engulfed their lives.

At one point, Richard’s mother tried to make him enlist in the military in lieu of a baseball scholarship from a nearby college, thinking that would drive them apart. It didn’t work. When his mother tried to plant pot on him to get him expelled, that crossed a line that left scars on Richard’s heart that would never heal.

He could’ve broken up with her, if only to spare himself from more melodrama. Instead, he proposed to her. It showed how much he loved her and how much he wanted to get away from his family. However, it only acted as a catalyst for more melodrama.

“It’s just two days,” Helen kept telling herself as she paced about the living room. “Two days with my parents…two days of them harping on all the crap we went through this past year. We can get through it, right?”

She cursed herself for sounding so unconvincing. She wanted to believe that the holiday spirit would get her parents to overlook the issues surrounding Richard and his family, but even Christmas miracles only went so far.

The past year was a strain on all of them. While she and Richard had graduated college, him distancing himself from his family left him in a financial mess. He needed help and Helen had to convince her parents to assist them. It had not been a pleasant process. Her mother was especially reluctant. Helping Richard, in her mind, meant helping his thieving mother and that disguised her.

They still agreed. To his credit, Richard did his part. He used their money wisely, paying down debts and using the rest to get a business going with his old college teammate. It made for long hours and late nights. Helen did her part, working extra shifts at the hospital where she worked as a nurse. They barely had time for each other, which affected their love life, as well as their holiday spirit.

It didn’t help that her parents constantly pestered her about paying back the loan they gave them. They had fallen behind a few times in recent months, which made things even more volatile. Spending a few days with them, even for the holidays, was sure to bring up plenty of questions and complaints. They just had to endure, which only seemed more daunting with each passing moment.

“Okay, I think they’re ready,” said Richard as he joined her in the living room, looking as restless as him. “I even triple checked to make sure we have every dish.”

“I believe you,” said Helen, “but don’t be surprised if my mother still accuses you of stealing them.”

“I know. And I’ve been practicing my responses,” he said with a sigh. “I’m ready for her scrutiny.”

“Famous last words,” Helen muttered. “You know my mom finds a way and my dad never stops her.”

“I’ll endure. It still beats spending Christmas Eve with my mom and hearing how she pawned my old action figures to make another mortgage payment.”

“And people wonder why we haven’t been in the Christmas spirit all month,” she groaned.

Helen muttered more curses under her breath. She started pacing again, but ended up in Richard’s arms, who tried to ease the tension with an embrace. It helped, but only to a point.

He was as stressed out as her. He didn’t hide how much he resented relying on her family for support. Doing so vindicated their concerns that he somehow held her back, using their resources to rebuild his broken life at their daughter’s expense. It didn’t seem to matter that they loved each other. Helen tried to not let that affect their relationship, but it had only gotten harder this past year.

“We’ll get through this. We’ve gotten through much worse this past year,” Richard told her.

“I believe you,” she said, “but it feels like that’s all we’ve been doing lately.”

“To some extent, we have,” he said sheepishly.

“The extent doesn’t matter. It’s still so wrong!” said Helen, her emotions echoing through her voice. “Every day, it seems, we have to prove ourselves in some absurd way. I somehow have to prove that I made the right choice, marrying someone I loved instead of someone from Estate Hill. And you have to prove you actually know what you’re doing, building a life that your mother tried to destroy.”

“I wouldn’t mind that challenge if we didn’t keep having to prove that to close family members.”

“And that shouldn’t be the case!” she said angrily. “We shouldn’t be in a situation where dealing with family and building our loves needs vindication. You know, when my old roommate married her boyfriend, her family gladly supported them in moving up north for new jobs.”

“I’ll bet that made things nicer around the holidays.”

“That’s just it. I want things to be nice. Hell, I even wrote one of those goofy letters to Santa last week, asking for anything to make Christmas better this year. How pathetic is that?”

“It’s not pathetic, Helen. That’s just where we are right now.”

Now standing in the middle of the living room, Helen fought a round of sobs and buried her face in her husband’s shoulders. He gently embraced her, as he always did. She sensed he was as exhausted as her, unable to muster much strength after everything they’d been through.

It wasn’t right.

It shouldn’t have been this way.

They were young, in love, and building promising lives together. Why wasn’t that enough?

Helen lingered in her husband’s arms, if only to delay the prospect of hitting the road during snowy weather. It would’ve been nice if they could just stay home and spend Christmas in their undersized suburban house. She might have even suggested that if she weren’t convinced her mother wouldn’t use that as an excuse to hate Richard even more.

As they embraced, however, something caught Helen’s eye. She noticed something under their Christmas tree, which was in the corner next to their couch.

“Hey, what’s that?” she asked. “I thought we put all the presents in the trunk of the car.”

“We did,” Richard said as he looked over towards the tree. “I don’t remember that being there.”

Curious, they both made their way over to the tree where Helen retrieved the box. She held it up so Richard could see it too. It wasn’t very big or heavy. There was no tag on it, but it looked like it had been professionally wrapped. Just holding it felt strange.

“Just out of curiosity,” Richard said, “that letter you wrote to Santa…you didn’t send it out, did you?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Richard,” said Helen, rolling her eyes. “It was just some act we did at the hospital. Maybe this just got mixed up in the gift exchange or something.”

“Well, what do you think it is?”

“I don’t know,” she said, “but there’s only one way to find out.”

They briefly exchanged looks, unable to come up with any reason to leave it unopened. Following their curiosity, Helen unwrapped the present, which revealed a small black box that resembled a jewelry case. Still seeking answers, she opened it to reveal a dazzling, flower-shaped jewel.

“It’s beautiful,” Helen commented.

“That, it is,” said Richard. “I wish I could take credit for buying it, but there’s no way you’d believe me. It’s not like I could afford something that fancy, even if it were a fake.”

“I’m not sure it’s real or fake,” she said as she looked at it closely. “It kind of looks like this gem my grandmother told me about as a kid. There was even this elaborate story about how a magic gem shaped like a flower gave two tired lovers renewed passion.”

“Sounds like quite a story,” he said.

“And one she claimed was a Christmas story, no less,” Helen added. “But it was just a story. There’s no way it could be…”

Her words trailed off as she reached to touch the gem. Richard reached out to touch it too. As soon as their skin made contact with the shining gem, something unexpected hit them. Like touching a hot stove or an exposed wire, a strange surge hit them both like a bolt of lightning.

What happened next defied the laws of physics, logic, and Christmas miracles. In an instant, all the stress that had cumulated over the past few weeks vanished. All the restlessness, anxiousness, and dismay faded like a fleeting memory. In their place, a new feeling washed over them…a very hot, very powerful feeling that filled them with renewed energy.

“Whoa!” Helen exclaimed.

“What the…” Richard gasped.

It was like a shot of adrenaline. Helen’s heart began pounding in her chest. The air around her suddenly felt 10 degrees hotter. Beneath her clothes, she broke out into a light layer of sweat. She looked over to her husband, who had the same intense look on his face. He looked ready to fight a lion with his bare hands.

The effects were strong, but the effects were concentrated in some parts more than others. Everything around her felt hotter, but the areas between her legs were by far the hottest. Helen instinctively rubbed her thighs together to dissipate the heat, but only made it worse. The effects remained the same.

She was aroused.

She was very aroused, more so than she had been in months.

When she looked down at her husband’s lower body, she noticed a large bulge forming in his pants. His demeanor quickly shifted. He soon had the look of a teenage boy who’d walked into class with an awkward boner.

“Richard,” Helen said, her gaze narrowing on her.

“I’m sorry,” he said, blushing profusely, “I…I don’t know what happened. I just…”

“Do me,” she said, cutting him off before he could ramble on.

Richard blinked a few times in disbelief. He opened his mouth to say something, which was often his first instinct whenever met by an awkward situation. For once, no words came out. He just laughed to himself, smiled at her, and adopted a sense of confidence she hadn’t seen in years.

“Okay, my beautiful wife,” he said. “I’ll do you right here…right now.”

“That might be the most loving, concise thing you’ve ever said,” Helen said.

In a move she hadn’t tried since she was a teenager, Helen jumped her lover’s arms and dared him to catch her. Richard met that dare perfectly, catching her and getting a firm grip on her butt in the process. She rewarded him with the deepest, hottest kiss she’d given him since their wedding day.

Impassioned and motivated like never before, Richard carried her to the couch next to the Christmas tree. Along the way, Helen unbuttoned his shirt and rubbed her pelvis up against the bulge in his pants. That motivated him even more. By the time he set her down on the couch, she’d already gotten his shirt off. From there, he went to work removing her clothes.

“Off! Take them off!” Helen urged him.

Richard heeded her desperate words, pulling her shirt off over her head and practically tearing off her pants. While she unclasped her bra from behind, he removed her panties, rendering her naked in record time.

Usually, getting her clothes off in intimate moments was drawn out. It had to be in order to set the mood and build up her arousal. That wasn’t necessary this time. She was already very aroused. Her inner thighs were so wet that she could’ve melted the falling snow outside. Richard clearly noticed that as well. While he admired her exposed body, she helped him out of his pants.

“Those look tighter than usual,” Helen commented.

“They are,” Richard said, already breathless.

“Then, let’s get them off as well.”

The grin on his face widened as they coordinated to remove those distressingly confined pants. In doing so, it exposed a throbbing erection the likes of which she hadn’t seen since their anniversary. Helen almost forgotten how well-endowed her husband was. Being reminded felt like a gift in and of itself.

“Ooh Richard!” Helen cooed. “Talk about a festive package!”

“Are you talking dirty to me, Helen?” Richard asked.

“Um…sorry?”

“I didn’t say I minded. In fact, I like it!”

As it to convince her, he pounced on her like an alpha male in heat. He quickly pinned her on her back, the worn fabric grinding against her naked skin. She loved that feeling. She loved it even more once Richard began smothering her with hungry kisses and heated foreplay.

They started making out like horny teenagers, fondling and groping one another as though being naked together was a novel concept. She quickly remembered how much she loved it when Richard nibbled on her neck and pinched her nipples. She returned the favor by squeezing that firm butt of his, which filled him with a manly vigor that reminded her why she married him.

Heated foreplay and making out was fun, but it was hardly enough to sate the desire that burned between them. Helen didn’t care that they had to be at her parents’ within the next two hours. She didn’t care that the weather almost guaranteed they would be late and her father wouldn’t accept excuses. She and her husband were going to make love. Nothing short of a Christmas miracle was going to stop them.

“Richard…take me,” Helen whispered into his ear.

Again, he replied with no words. Richard was once again a man of action and it couldn’t have come at a better time.

Still looking at her with unparalleled intensity, he rose up off her, turned her around, and bent her over the edge of the couch. Her shapely butt now pointed right at him, she could feel the desire in his gaze. He wasn’t just going to take her. He was going to ravage her, as only a loving husband could. Helen hadn’t felt so desired all year.

“Brace yourself, my love,” he said to her. “Consider this an early gift!”

With a strength and bravado that raised the bar for husbands everywhere, Richard grabbed her by the waist and aligned his rigid cock with her wet entrance. There was no hesitation or reservation. As soon as she felt the tip graze her outer folds, he entered her with a firm thrust. The quick and sudden melding of their flesh filled her sensations that might as well have been Christmas magic.

“Ohhh Richard!” Helen cried out.

Following the siren’s song of her cries, her husband proceeded to make love to her with a focused passion that rocked her world, literally and figuratively. She clung to the arm of the couch, feeling it rock in accord with each hard thrust. His hard, masculine member slithered effortlessly within her moist, feminine depths. It was like welcoming her lover back into her body, heart, and soul after months of distress.

Richard was just as welcoming. He was quite animated with their lovemaking. As he moved her body with hers, he leaned over and hungrily kissed along her neck, which evoked more cries. He also reached around and fondled her swaying breasts, sending shivers of ecstasy coursing down her spine. He embraced her with the kind of passion that any lover craved. It reaffirmed that their love was genuine. This was just them expressing it in a physical, tangible way.

It felt incredible.

It felt passionate.

It felt like everything she and Richard had wanted, but denied themselves.

It was just what they needed. The fact they received it on Christmas Eve made it feel like a wondrous, yet overdue gift.

“Helen…my love,” he whispered into her ear.

“Richard…I want this. We need this!” she panted.

The pace of their sex intensified. Richard moved his hips faster. The sound of his pelvis smacking into her butt filled the living room. It sent Helen deeper into a sensual daze. Eventually, that daze morphed into a sensual awakening of her own.

At one point during their ravenous humping, Helen flipped the script. She shifted their position, pinning her husband on his back, with one leg draped over the couch, and pouncing upon him like an animal in heat. From there, she straddled his pelvis and rode his cock with the same vigor as he’d dhown her. It caught Richard by surprise, but he didn’t seem to mind.

If anything, seeing his wife ride him like a Christmas sex goddess was a real turn-n.

“Wow! You’re right, Helen. We did need this!” he said with a beaming grin.

Helen just laughed and kept riding, taking his hands in hers and guiding them to her bouncing breasts. He lovingly squeezed them, evoking more moans to supplement the chorus of blissful gasps and grunts.

This was the kind of love that brought them together.

This was the kind of passion that had eluded them for much of the year.

This was the kind of gift that made Christmas special for years to come.

Together, she and Richard savored that gift. They used every ounce of the passionate energy that had overtaken them, going at it like horny teenagers all over the couch. It wasn’t just about getting off. It was about giving substance to their love. That didn’t stop a powerful orgasm from building in her core. Helen felt it approaching inch by inch, like a looming avalanche that she could see in the distance.

She sensed Richard was close as well. He didn’t usually draw sex out this much. They usually didn’t have the time or energy. That was not an issue this time. In his eyes, she saw both a desire to maximize the feeling, as well as a desire to maximize his approaching climax.

“I’m almost there, Richard! I’m almost…there!” Helen panted.

“I am too, Helen. I’m really…really close!” he said through labored breaths.

As they both neared their destination, their bodies shifted once more. Richard was now in an upright position, leaning back on the middle of the couch where it was the softest. Helen was on his lap, her knees planted firmly at each side while she rode his dick through the last leg of their journey. He kept one hand on her breast and the other on her hips, supplementing her every movement with his arms. Helen clung to his shoulders, holding for dear life as the feeling approached.

Their eyes never diverted from one another. His face remained inches from hers, keeping the love in his gaze at the center of her world. It made that ultimate moment when they climaxed together feel both special and cathartic.

“Oohhh Richard!”

“Ohhh Helen!”

In an instant, their bodies achieved a harmonious release. The movements stopped and the basics of pure ecstasy took over. It might as well have been another Christmas miracle.

Helen dug her nails into her lover’s shoulders. Her inner muscles contracted hard around her lover’s cock as every nerve in her core ignited with pleasure. As the avalanche of sensations washed over her, she sensed her lover get his too. She watched as his face contorted with ecstasy, his grip on her tightening as his manhood throbbed inside her. Hot manly fluids mixed with hot feminine juices as the waves of euphoric warmth flowed through them.

In that moment of raw bliss, born through an act of love on Christmas Eve, Helen and the man she’d so eagerly married kissed. Under the light of their Christmas tree and in wake of such a passionate surge, it might have been the most meaningful kiss they’d shared all year. It reminded her why all the stress, struggle, and melodrama was worth it.

“I love you,” she told him.

“I love you too,” he replied, caressing her face as they caught their breath.

“Thank you for this early gift,” she told him. “I still don’t know who sent it or how this happened so suddenly.”

“Does it matter?”

“No, it doesn’t,” she said without hesitation before embracing him closer. “This is what the holidays are about…connecting with those we love after such a long, hard year.”

“I’d say we got the connection part right,” said Richard. “And while I can’t promise that things will go smoothly with your parents, I can promise you this…I’m going to make things better next year. I’m not going to let the little things get in the way of our love.”

“That, my darling husband, might be the second greatest gift you could get me for Christmas,” Helen replied.

They shared a laugh and kissed again, allowing their bodies to settle as they shared in the feeling. Eventually, they were going to have to get dressed, hit the road, and endure her family’s holiday drama. Now, it didn’t seem so daunting anymore.

She and Richard had something rare and beautiful together. It hadn’t been an easy road for them. They had to overcome forces beyond their control. It was easy to overlook the strength of their love when their lives got stressful. Remembering that strength and embracing it on Christmas Eve felt like more than a great gift. It was a sign that their love could carry them through whatever fate had in store for them.

Even so, Helen still had a thank you note to write. She and Richard might have been too old for toys, but that didn’t stop “Santa” from giving them exactly what they needed for Christmas.