I needed more.
I placed my hand on his taut belly and eased my fingertips under the waistband, encountering—
The bare, smooth head of his dick.
When I gave Santa a gift
“No underwear either?” I chuckled. “I’m learning so many new things about you. Who would have thought it? Santa goes commando.”
He sucked in his gut to give me more access, his belly hollowing.
“I have a better idea.” I studied his fly. “Buttons? Have you never heard of a zipper?”
“It wasn’t something I ever gave much thought to,” he confessed. “Maybe it’s time I modernized my suit.”
I grinned. “There’s a lot to be said for easy access.” I removed my fingers, and unfastened his pants, just enough for the head of his dick to emerge, pointing upward.
He put his head back on the seat cushion with a shuddering sigh. “Can’t believe this is happening,” he murmured.
“But you dowantit to happen.”
He jerked his head up and stared at me. “More than I could ever express in words.”
I didn’t break eye contact as I slowly massaged the head of his cock with my thumb, and his pupils grew larger, his breathing faster. I popped another button on his fly, freeing more of him, and kept up that leisurely rubbing while I kissed him. His shaft was a solid rod of flesh, and as the first hint of pre-cum slicked my thumb, I slid my tongue between his lips, exploring him.
I wanted to taste him.
I wanted to taste his dick.
I broke the kiss, and gave my full attention to his cock. It stood proud, thick, and heavy, and the clear liquid at the slit called to me. I shifted position, bending lower, lower, lower, so fucking slowly, until my lips touched the head.
His gasp as I took him into my mouth… The sweet taste of his arousal…
I slid his shaft deeper, loving the hitch in his breathing, aware of him leaning back, his eyes closed. “Oh my God. That feels incredible.”
I drew back long enough to tell him I hadn’t even started.
His eyes popped open, and he craned his neck to stare at me. “Then I might not survive this.”
“No man ever died from an orgasm. At least, I don’t think they did.”
His eyes widened and his breathing caught. “Oh my.”
And there it was, our destination, our goal.
I was going to make Santa come.
I rubbed his belly. “Close your eyes. Focus on how it feels.”
He nodded, then leaned back once more.
I took the head of his cock into my mouth, gave it a hard suck, then swallowed him to the root. A strangled noise escaped him, and he arched his back. My head bobbed as I sucked, glancing at him now and then. His eyes were closed, his breathing shallow. I concentrated on my task, loving the solid feel of him in my mouth.
Then I realized his hand was on my head, stroking it.
I loved this. I’ddreamedof this. Each soft sigh that fell from his lips only fueled my desire to give him even more pleasure. This selfless man had brought joy to millions, and it was time he got some payback.
This selflesshotman who’d been ticking my boxes since I was in my thirties.