Kissmas Wishes (Love In All Seasons 3)

“You know, this is the kind of night I've always dreamed of,” Filson says.

My heart pounds. “Me too, Filson.” Swallowing and steeling my courage, I clear my throat. “I wanted to tell you something, actually.”

It's time to be brave, to put everything out there. But before I can continue, Filson's pats his lap.

“Come here, Maple. You said you were going to sit in my lap.”

I curl up against him, feeling his hardness, and I realize now is not the time for heavy conversations. We've waited three long weeks since the night we slept together, and I can already feel his thickness under the Santa suit.

“God, I want you,” he tells me, nuzzling his mouth against my ear.

“Good, ‘cause I want you too, Santa.” I unclasp his belt and then unbutton his suit coat. Underneath, he wears a tee-shirt stretched tight against his firm chest. He tugs it off and I run my fingers over his bare chest and his ladder of abs.

“I don't know if calling me Santa is very sexy.”

“I’ll call you anything you want me to, Filson.” I stroke him over his pants, relishing the sensation of his cock under my hand.

“How about you just call me yours?”

“I like that,” I tell him, my body warming up. “Now let me see what we're working with here.” I ease down his pants, pulling out his thickness. His cock is long and hard, and I wish I were naked. I wish I were filled with him.

“God, you make me crazy,” he says as I stand up from the couch and tease down my tights and panties.

“That's better.” I get on my knees and I kneel before his lap. “I want to taste you, Filson.”

“Oh, Maple,” he groans. “You mean it?”

“It's all I want,” I say as I open my mouth, taking him. I press my lips tightly around his shaft and began to suck him the way I know he needs to be sucked. It's the perfect way to thank him for being Santa Claus tonight.

He runs his fingers through my hair, and I lift my eyes to his as I bob my head up and down. I know he likes it because he groans as I move my mouth faster, wanting to please him, wanting to make him happy. As he comes in my mouth, hot bursts of come slip down my throat and my belly feels warm and pleased. Being with Filson makes me feel like I can do anything.

He finishes and I lick my lips, savoring the salty seed he's spilled. My fingers run over his balls. They’re so nice and tight and his cock is still standing at attention.

“God, that's better than I imagined,” he tells me.

“So, you've been picturing this moment?”

“Maple, I've been at dreaming of you giving me a blow job for ten years. So yeah, you could say that I’ve pictured it.”

I smile, sliding into his lap, straddling him. “You really are a cute Santa Claus.” I kiss him on the nose. “And a really good sport.”

“I’d do anything for you, Maple.”

“Good. Then you'll let me ride you.”

“Are we pretending this is Santa's sleigh?”

I laugh. “No pretending. This is happening.” I pull off the dress and turtleneck and unclasp my bra, needing him to touch all of me.

My pussy is wet and wanting; wanting him. He runs his hands over my ass as I ease him inside of me. I close my eyes, gasping at the thickness of his cock filling me.

“You okay?” he asks.

I nod, biting down on my lip. “You’re just so big.”

He grins. “You have no idea how good that is to hear.”

I laugh. “How good is it?”

“It’s fucking perfect. You’re fucking perfect.”

I swivel my hips and he pulls me close, his arms wrapped around me, his beard tickling me.

As the pressure mounts, I moan, desperate for this to never end. “I like your lap,” I tell him.

“I like you there, too.”

Our foreheads press together. “You have my heart and it's like I'm finally where I belong.”

“Home is where the heart is,” he says.

But I shake my head, looking into his eyes. “No, Filson. Home is where the beard is.”FilsonAs much as I want to stay the night with Maple wrapped against me, I know Sammy needs me at home. So, after a long, lingering kiss at her front door, I say good-bye, determined to accelerate the relationship now that I know we’re on such solid ground.

“I’ll come by after your shift tomorrow night,” I promise her.

“Can’t wait. And bring Sammy, that way you don’t have to leave so soon.”

When I wake the next morning, I have an idea in mind of how I can let Maple know I'm all in, that I want this relationship to go somewhere good. I grab my axe and whistle for Sammy to follow.

I begin traipsing through the woods looking for a perfectly sized evergreen. I want to give Maple the Christmas tree she deserves, and maybe tonight when she gets off her shift at the kitchen, we can decorate it together. There's no more work to do with the house, but I'm sure I could pull out the boxes of decorations and spruce up the house a bit before she gets home.