Napping on Christmas Day [M/F]

She loved to watch him flirt with her sister. And her mom. Despite the years, her mom had kept her figure and she could understand why men still found her attractive.

They’d spent the whole day flirting with each other. A stolen glance here, a hand on the small of her back as she moved through the kitchen to help set the table. Her hand on his thigh during Christmas dinner. He’d seen the way she flirted with her brother in law - how she touched his arm when she laughed at his jokes.

The flirting - both with each other and her family - for them was foreplay.

Before dessert, the kids took a break and played games in the basement. The adults opted to sit around the fire or take a brisk walk around the pond at the farm. She didn’t want to do either - she was sleepy from the turkey and cranberry sauce.

Let’s take a short nap, she whispered to him. She didn’t have to ask twice.

Napping to them was code for fooling around. Yes, it may involve actual sleeping, but often it was a way for them to physically connect when they craved each other. They knew they wouldn’t be missed.

They’d only been dating a few months but it was going well. She’d met his family and his kids. She’d brought him home to the family farm in Iowa. He was 50, but looked 40. He was tan from golf and you could tell he was muscular. You could see a small tuft of chest hair escaping from his dress shirt. He had amazing hair and bright blue eyes. He brought her down to earth with his grounding presence and slow, West Coast vibe.

In her mid-40s, she still felt sexy. Sure, she’d gotten a little older, but she took care of herself. She thanked God every day that she’d inherited her mom’s looks. She still got catcalled now and again which made her chuckle and always felt flattering. Women told her she was beautiful and while it was hard for her to believe it most days, she knew the way men and women looked at her and she liked it.

She was an introvert, so her mom understood when she took his hand and told her she needed a few minutes of downtime.

She led Jeff up the stairs of the old farmhouse. He laid down on the bed and looked up at the ceiling, ‘I know you’d fuck Steve if you got the chance.’ ‘I would,’ she said, ‘but you already knew that. Are we playing fuck, marry, kill? Because the way that you look at my sister makes me melt inside. But you know it and it’s why you do it. You know how to work a room and I love that about you.’

As she curled up next to him she could feel his body heat radiating toward her. Her own personal heat source. Being close to him like this made her horny. She pulled his shirt out of his jeans and put her hand on his chest. ‘God, I love how hairy you are,’ she said as she slowly started to rub his chest. This was his cryptonite. He loved hearing her talk about how much she loved his body. He was vain and she knew it. She didn’t mind stroking his ego.

He put his hand between her thighs. It wasn’t overtly sexual, but it turned her on. She dipped a little lower and ran her finger between his lower stomach and the waistband of his jeans.

‘If you keep that up,’ he said, ‘you’re going to wake a monster.’

She loved hearing him talk like that. She groaned as he slowly started massaging the inside of her thigh. This is what naps were all about. Sometimes they just needed the physical connection and the dopamine.

He turned his head toward her and they kissed - so deep she felt it in her toes. He growled. She loved that, too. Masculine and primal.

As they started making out, she slowly unbuckled his belt and undid the button fly on his jeans. She was starting to need him now - he’d managed to undo her jeans and was rubbing her clit over her underwear.

‘God, you make me so wet,’ she said. He moved his hand lower. ‘Yes, I do,’ he grinned.

She knew she wasn’t going to let this go on too long. ‘Pants off,’ she ordered. ‘Yes ma’am,’ he said jokingly. But what’s good for the goose….’ ‘I know, I know,’ she said.

With their pants off their hands were free to roam. He turned towards her and she threw her leg over his hip. She could feel his hard cock straining against his underwear. She drew her hand up his leg and brushed her hand against his cock. A moan escaped his lips as they were locked deep in a kiss.

Her problem is that she loved making out. She loved sex in general, but this was considered mandatory in her book. She pressed her hips against him and started to grind her pussy against his cock. He pulled back from her and lifted off her sweater. In one move his released her bra and grabbed her tit and squeezed her nipple.

‘God you are beautiful,’ he said. ‘Why thank you,’ she purred. ‘You aren’t so bad yourself.’

She needed to feel his cock against her pussy. She rolled him back onto his back and mounted him, grinding herself against him. She threw her head back as he grabbed both her tits pinched her nipples. The feel of his cock rubbing her pussy through their underwear was almost too much. He grabbed her ass and split open her cunt. ‘You need to get those panties off,’ he said. ‘I need full access to your beautiful pussy.’

She obliged. And wiggled him out of his shorts. His cock sprang to attention and came to rest on his lower belly. He had an amazing cock. Just looking at it made her want to take it in her mouth and give him the blowjob of his life and he knew it.

‘Not so fast,’ he said. ‘I get to eat first.’ As he shimmied down between her legs she knew what was coming. He loved to eat pussy and she was there for it. He never left hungry and she always left satisfied. As he positioned himself under her, she could feel his breath on her thighs. He kissed each of her inner thighs gently - his beard brushing against her clit.

‘Oh God,’ she said. He extended his tongue and licked her clit. Just once. Just to tease her. He had one hand wrapped around her thigh and the other between her legs gripping her ass. She spread her legs a little further and he knew exactly what to do. He flattened his tongue and ran it across her clit.

‘You are so wet,’ he said. ‘You did this to me,’ she teased. He settled in and licked the length of her slit. He left hand slowly made its way to her hole and she gently inserted a finger. She groaned.

‘Fuck me,’ she said. ‘Not yet,’ he said from beneath her. ‘I’m not done yet.’ His tongue circled her clit and he sucked on it gently. He knew exactly what turned her on, what made her feel good. He licked at her juices harder, more urgently. But she didn’t want to come. She wanted him to fuck her.

‘Come here,’ she said, and rolled off him. ‘I want you to fuck me with that hard cock of yours.’

He loved it when she talked to him like that. His cock twitched at the sound of her voice. She was on her back and came down between her legs. He brought his hands down beside her head and kissed her deeply. She loved that. She loved tasting herself after he went down on her and he thought it was sexy as fuck.

His cock was wet with precum and he knew she was nice and juicy. He took his hand and checked anyway - he knew that would send her into orbit. She groaned into his mouth, ‘I need to feel you inside of me. Now.’

He positioned him cock above her and brushed it up and down her clit before he gently guided it towards her hole. ‘You want this?’ he asked. ‘Yes,’ she said. ‘Goddamn it. Do I have to ask twice?’

He plunged his cock into her pussy. She was ravenous and he knew it. She bucked her hips against his and drew him in for a kiss - her blue eyes open and staring into his. Eye fucking, they called it. It was like she could see into his soul.

He knew he wasn’t going to last long. He’d been waiting for this all day and her pussy felt so good. Tight and wet she gripped his cock with the walls of her pussy. The angle of his dick pressed up against her g-spot with every thrust. He could feel her building up to climax, too.

‘I’m going to cum,’ he said to her, looking deep into her eyes. They weren’t trying to be quiet about this and they knew the din of the kids and the adults around the fire were downing out any noise they might be making.

She couldn’t contain herself. She groaned and called his name. ‘God I love fucking you,’ she said, her legs wrapped around him and her hands on his ass pulling them closer together. ‘I’m not going to make it much longer.’

Just hearing her say that made him even that much closer to climax. He could feel it building up through his thighs, his balls, and engorging his cock. It was only going to take a couple more strokes….

She could feel him starting to cum. He tightened his thighs and she could feel his cock getting bigger and harder. It was all she could do to not let loose. I need you to come in me, she said into his ear, I’m so ready.

He was growling again and with the next stroke she could feel him cuming and the pulsing of his cock made her cum too. It was like a waterfall - their cum mixing and leaking out of her. He continued to stoke his cock in and out of her pussy until they’d both finished. God that had felt good.

He collapsed on top of her and she pulled him into a kiss. It was less urgent than it had been, but they kissed deeply - their tongues intertwined and sloppy.

They both groaned in satisfaction. He stayed on top of her until he went soft and their heart rates slowed. It was the gentle afterwards that they both craved.

Lying in each other’s arms, she glanced up at him and kissed him softly. The dopamine did the trick - they felt refreshed and present. The stress of the kids and the other adults far, far away.

‘I’m so glad we decided to nap this afternoon,’ she said. ‘Should we go down and join the others for dessert?’