“Why would I want to do that?” Violet tilts her head back, and I kiss her neck.
“My sister’s going to be here when I get back, and Lily’s coming with her, then my parents the next day.” I keep up with the slow, wet kisses. “We won’t have a lot of privacy over the holidays. We could have an early celebration. I already picked up one of your gifts.” I pull back. “We could do an exchange, and you could show me what you made for me.”
Violet gives me the eye. “You have zero patience.”
I trail a finger down her stomach, circling her navel and going lower, I stop before I get to her bare pussy. I give her what she calls my pouty-sexy face. I’d be offended, because I don’t think I pout, but I do whatever gets me what I want. “Just one little present? We’re going to have a house full of people, Violet. What if we don’t have time to enjoy whatever it is you’re making?”
She sighs. It makes her boobs jiggle. “Okay, fine.” She pushes on my chest. “Lie down and wait here. I’ll be right back.”
I do as I’m told, pushing the covers down and reclining against the pillows as Violet hops off the bed, grabs her panties and robe from the floor, and runs out of the bedroom.
Christmas is my favorite holiday. I was that kid who used to find my parents’ hiding spot for presents and carefully open every package. I always knew what I was getting before I got it. Sunny refused to join me in the game, but she never ratted me out. She figured if I wanted to ruin my own surprises that was on me, as long as I didn’t ruin hers.
I bought Violet her own pair of skates. Good ones. So she can learn, because she still doesn’t know how. I got her a couple other things, but the skates are the fun gift. Though probably not as fun as what she has planned.
I tuck my hands behind my head and wait. And wait some more. And a little more. My hard-on’s deflating. “Violet, baby? You coming back any time soon?”
“One more minute!”
One more minute turns into several. By this time I’m almost all the way soft again. I’m about to get up when she struts into the room wearing a pair of sparkly red heels. Well, struts is probably the wrong word.
Violet’s not great in high heels. She can do ones she calls kittens, but these are hooker heels—super tall with a platform. Her red satin robe is tied at the waist with a white ribbon. She’s wearing an elf hat, and she has a red drawstring bag slung over one shoulder. It’s sexy as fuck, even if she’s struggling with the walking part. She takes her time shuffling over to me. She almost rolls her ankle, and I spring up, ready to grab her, but she recovers, grabbing the post at the end of the bed like it was intentional.
She climbs over the footboard, the gap in her robe showing off her ample cleavage. My hard-on is back like magic. She tosses the red bag on the bed, and I reach for it, but she slaps my hand. “No peeking!”
I hold my hands up in apology, then drop them by my sides, waiting to see what she’s going to do next. She seems pretty excited about whatever it is she has planned.
Still wearing the robe, Violet straddles my hips and settles over my cock. The satin brushes my legs and falls on my abs. The head of my cock peeks out. I don’t move, too entertained by the flush in her cheeks and the way she’s gripping the hem together at the bottom.
I’m trying to discern all the sensations. The heat is damp, almost verging on wet, which isn’t unusual for Violet. She’s slippery when she’s excited. There’s another sensation, though, soft and foreign. I slide my palms up her legs, but she stops them before I get too far. Threading her fingers through mine, she leans forward and kisses my chin, then my lips.
“Be patient, baby.”
“I’m trying. I’ve been waiting to get inside you all day.”
She grins. “Not long now, and you’ll be jumping down the chimney.”
“What?”
Her eyebrows rise, but that’s all the answer I get. She pushes away, sitting up. “Ready?”
“For you? Always.”
She gives me a cheeky wink, adjusts her elf hat, then swings her leg over so she’s no longer straddling me. Maybe I’m about to get a blow job. She makes a face when she takes in my dick. It’s wet. From her pussy. I love that about her. We only need lube for tit fucks.
“Shit. Why am I always so leaky?” She turns her back to me and rubs the hem of her robe on my cock. If she’s putting it in her mouth, I don’t see the point.
That’s not what happens, though. Violet straddles me again, almost stabbing me in the face with one of her heels. I grab her ankle before she can take my eye out, which puts her off balance, and she falls forward, sprawling out over my legs.
“You okay, baby?” I ask.
“Yup. Yeah. Sorry, the heels are a little dangerous. Maybe I need to take them off?” She looks over her shoulder at me, apologetic.
I run my hands up her calves. “Leave them on. I like them, just no sudden movements.” I’m all the way hard now. The idea of going at it reverse cowboy helps with that. I love watching Violet’s ass jiggle when she’s riding my cock from behind. I don’t get to do that very often, because she’s always afraid I’m going to take advantage of the view.
“Okay.” She drops her Santa bag between my legs.
“What’s going on over there?”
“You’ll see in a minute.”
I keep stroking her calves while she does whatever she’s doing. I prop myself up on my elbow, trying to get a peek, but she digs her heel into my side.
“Ow!”
She smacks my thigh. “I said no peeking.”
I flop back down and decide to be patient. I lift the hem of her robe and check out the sweet view of her ass. She’s wearing a thong. I might love Violet’s boobs more than anything, but her ass is a close second. She’s got this fabulous curvy body with a tiny waist and a luscious, biteable ass. I tuck the robe into the back of her panties and start kneading the supple skin, grazing the divide with my thumbs.
She tenses and shrieks, swatting at my hands. “What are you doing?”
“Entertaining myself.”
“Stay away from my Area 51.”
“I can’t make that kind of promise. You should hurry up with my surprise.” I’m joking. Mostly. But it gets a rise out of her.
Violet starts handling my cock. She’s not stroking, though. She wraps something around the head and giggles. I feel something cold, then something soft.
“Are you dressing up my dick again?”
She snickers. “Maybe.”
“You’re not tying anything to him!” I bolt upright, and Violet nearly topples over. The last time she dressed up my dick—as a superhero—she almost decapitated him. The cape she made required a bow, which turned into a knot. Scissors were involved in the removal. It was not my favorite moment.
“I’m using Velcro!”
“You’re sticking things to my dick with Velcro?” I wrap an arm around her waist and pick her up. Her heel slides across my abs, leaving behind a red mark, which I’ll happily take if she’s not suffocating my dick again.
Violet scrambles over my legs, straddling the right way around and tries to cover my cock with her robe. “He’s not ready!”