Unwrap Me First

Grump. Whine. Piss and Moan. Bitch.

She sat on their bed amid the piles of brightly crinkled paper and tangled ribbons and bows and attempted to finish wrapping presents. It was Christmas Eve and she was behind schedule. Of course she was behind schedule. Two busy adults, lively careers, graduate school, two young children just beginning their own crazy schedules with flute lessons, gymnastics, karate, scouts, Sunday school . . .

"How am I going to find the time to work on my dissertation?" she wondered aloud, fuming, as she opened another roll of paper. "And who do they think they are, demanding we finish that project in two weeks?"

Cutting the wrap quickly with furious motions she continued her tirade. "I can't believe all the money we just spent. They'd better love these presents!" Then as she centered yet another toy to wrap she swore as the paper tore.

At that moment the bedroom door opened just a crack to admit the relaxed face of her husband, back from last minute errands. Eyes twinkling, he took in her frazzled appearance and the ensuing storm.

"I just checked on the kids," he said. "They're asleep." He risked life and limb as he wandered into the room and locked the door behind him.

"Hey," he said again.

She muttered an unintelligible reply.

"Can I help?"

She glared, "What do you think?"

Chuckling now, totally unaffected by her angry mood, he sat on the bed and picked up a toy. It was one of the boys from the Bratz dolls series. Squinting slightly, he held it out at arm's length, studying the cropped hair, the jewelry, the backpack.

"It looks like a girl," he said, turning the box to view it from another angle.

"I know."

"So why does she "

"I don't care why she wants it!"

He looked over at her fuming face and smiled easily. "God, you're so sexy when you're pissed."

She bit back an answering smile. "If you're not going to help, please leave. There's still too much to do before we get some sleep tonight."

"Absolutely," he said, wearing THAT grin. That charming, I wanna have sex, aren't I cute, c'mon baby kind of grin. Most women have seen that look before.

Only somewhat affected, she shook her head. "No."

He just smiled and picked up the dolls again. He rearranged limbs and placed them in obscene and compromising positions. "See?" he teased. "The Bratz dolls are having sex!"

"No," she said, purposefully looking away. "We have to get this done."

Unabashed, he found the Magic 8 ball. Shaking the toy a few times he asked the bedroom at large, "Will we be having sex tonight?" He pretended astonishment as he turned it over to read, "It Is Decidedly So."

That forced a smile, but she was not going to give in that easily. It was difficult to get rid of a really good grump.

He moved in closer on the bed and toyed with the Rescue Heroes URV robot she was attempting to wrap. He flicked the switch and the robot announced loudly, "System Operational." She tried to pull the box away but URV kept talking with, "Awaiting Input," (and her husband's questioning glance) and then "Commence Action," (to his "Yeah, baby!")

Next he took control of the remote, causing the robot to grow very tall and announce it had reached, "Maximum Body Extension." At her husband's answering wink and somewhat inappropriate hand gestures, she decided enough was enough.

She threw wadded green wrapping paper in his general direction followed by gold ribbon, a bag of bows and an empty shirt box. He ducked each item and grabbed her arms, tickling her, finally making her laugh at his antics.

Mollified, but still a bit worried, she met his eyes. "How are we ever going to get all of this stuff wrapped by tomorrow?"

He gentled her hair, stroked her cheek, and said, "It'll get done."

Then he pulled her in tight, capturing her mouth. His chin was rough, he tasted like peppermints and she melted into his body. She couldn't believe how hot he made her, it was instant lust, and she wrapped arms around him and kissed him back with growing excitement.

It was a good thing the bed was large. There was plenty of room to shove the presents and wrapping implements aside as they tumbled.

She was wearing one of his shirts and as they kissed and licked and nibbled he easily opened it, baring her tits. He leaned back to remove his T-shirt and then took them both down on the sheets. Warm bare skin sensuously touched, soft against hard. She writhed against him with increasing passion as his mouth and tongue and teeth devoured her neck, her nipples, her navel.

Moaning, she stretched out, hands fisting in his dark hair as he traveled down the length of her exposed body. He slid impatient fingers into her panties and tore them down; they ended up somewhere below her knees. Then his mouth found her aroused pussy and she gasped as he began to lick.

He wasn't gentle; his insistent tongue demanded her attention as he pleasured every inch of her quivering flesh. When he moved to her clit she couldn't remain still, and groaning and moving her hips up to his mouth she murmured, "Don't stop, please." She could feel him smile as he continued to lick and nibble her sensitive clitoris.

Clenching, trembling, her body arched upward as the orgasm suddenly burst throughout her body. "Ohhhhh!" Everything imploded, her eyes shut tightly, she couldn't even think as she fell back, panting, shuddering.

Still shaking, her eyes opened as her husband joined her at the top of the bed, erection pointing the way. He wiped his smiling mouth and then kissed her. She tasted herself on his lips, and the thought excited her darkly as she reached out to touch him. Oh, he was so hard. She started to stroke him with one hand but he had other ideas. He pushed her back on the bed, easily fitting his hands under her ass cheeks.

He lifted her slightly, easily fitted his cock to her dripping pussy and then thrust home. He groaned at the tightness, the wet, the warmth, and she gasped at the sensation of his thick cock filling sensitive tissues. She was so willing, he easily fucked in and out, pleasuring them both.

"Pinch your nipples," he said, and as she complied she looked up into his lust- filled face. He pumped harder as she teased and toyed her peach-colored nipples for their mutual enjoyment. With a grin he reached down, lubed with some of her wetness and then slid a finger into her tight ass.

She squealed and squirmed, but his hands were holding her firmly, and soon she was begging for more as he continued to both fuck and finger her. Whimpering, she pinched her nipples harder at his direction and moaned as he continued to torment her ass in time with his thrusts. Then he stopped, backed up slightly and lifted her knees up over his shoulders.

His smoldering look told her what he intended to do, and before she could protest, his large, rock hard cock was poised at her tightest hole. She was well lubed, somewhat prepared, so she attempted to relax as he pushed forward, forcing entrance.

Eyes widening, biting her lip, she wriggled as her tender ass gradually submitted. She reached down to play with her aroused pussy as he continued to push forward, not stopping until he was in all of the way. Pausing slightly to allow her some time to adjust, he watched her busy fingers.

"Oh, yeah, finger your pussy," he breathed, and she did, the arousal filling her head. Sweet moisture trickled down to where his thickness stretched her tightness. Grabbing her cheeks, cupping them, he began to take deep, powerful strokes.

Anal sex was always so intense for her, his hard pounding made her beg for more and she clenched and started to climax again. She heard his answering groan as her ass tightened, and with a few more rough thrusts he filled her with copious liquid, some spilling as he slowed, gentler, softer, more soothing.

Her eyes were still closed, she was breathing heavily, perspiring freely, wincing just a bit as he backed away. Then she was soothed as he gathered her in. She was comforted, loved, cherished.

Their lust-filled holiday fog slowly lifted and she opened bleary eyes to find herself snarled in a tangled pile of ribbon. They'd managed to crush a roll or two of wrapping paper, and as she pushed mussed hair out of her eyes she realized she had a shiny red bow stuck to her ass.

She yelped as he pulled it off, then sighed as he held her tightly.

"Better now?"

"Mmmm," she managed, snuggling. "Wonderful. All kinds of better."

"But I suppose," she reluctantly added, "we'd better get moving on wrapping these presents. If I can move."

Grinning again, tucking her hair back from her face, he said, "I suppose."

"Oh, we have to," she groaned. "We've got a lot of work to do before Santa comes tonight."

"Honey," he smiled. "I think he already did."
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