“I’m sorry,” she giggles. “I’m fine. How about you?”
Grinning, I wrap my arms around her and hug her. “I’m good, baby. I actually like this a little better than skating.”
I reach down and squeeze her ass, making her moan in surprise. Then, I catch her lips in a kiss. It starts slow and sweet, but quickly heats up.
Suddenly, I’m not so interested in teaching her to skate anymore.
“Why don’t we head inside.” I squeeze her ass again. “I think we can have more fun in there than out here.”
She bites her lip and nods, curling her fingers into my coat.
“I like the sound of that.”
A couple minutes later, we’re stumbling up to our bedroom, kissing and doing our best not to make so much noise that we wake anyone else up. We reach our door and I open it, ushering her inside, impatient to get her clothes off.
“Wait, I have a surprise for you,” Grace grins against my lips, pressing her hands to my chest and stopping me before I can back her all the way to the bed.
“A surprise?” Color me intrigued.
“Yeah,” she purrs. “It’s kind of funny. I had the same thought about our Christmas sucking and I wanted to make it up to you.”
“Really?” Great minds really do think alike. “What kind of surprise is it?”
“You just have to give me a minute.” She winks and slips out of my grasp before sashaying her way to the bathroom.
As soon as she shuts the door, I start ripping my clothes off until I’m only in my boxers. I don’t know what she has planned, but I don’t want to waste a single moment when she comes back. My mind is racing, wondering what she could possibly have in store for me.
About ten minutes later, I hear the bathroom doorknob twist and I scramble onto the bed, lying on my side to pose with my head in one hand and the other on my hip.
“You ready?” she asks, cracking the door open enough that I can hear her but not see her.
“I’m more than ready.”
Excitement bubbles up inside me as the bathroom door slowly swings open. Grace sticks her leg out and rubs it along the doorframe. She’s wearing a white, thigh-high stocking with a little red bow along the lacey top.
Holy fuck. Just like that, I’m hard as a rock.
When she steps into full view, my jaw drops. She’s also wearing a skimpy Mrs. Clause lingerie set, red corset top lined with white fur, shiny black panties, and a black garter belt holding up those white stockings. She even has a Santa hat on and red gloves that go up to her elbows.
Fuuuuuuuuuuck.
I’m so stunned, I let my hand drop and my head falls, thumping against the bed.
Grace giggles, putting her hands on her hips. “Like what you see?”
I push myself up and swallow before nodding. “Fuck, you’re stunning. My wife is hot as hell.”
“I thought you’d approve.” She raises her arms over her head and starts to move her hips, swinging them back and forth slowly, seductively. I can’t take my eyes off her as she dances across the floor, putting on a show for me. Fuck, she’s perfect, and I love her so damn much. When I see her wedding ringglinting on her finger, I can hardly believe she’s really mine. That she’s my wife. This amazing, gorgeous, fiercely intelligent woman is all mine.
I raise my hand and crook my finger, beckoning her toward me.
“Come here, Mrs. Clause. I want to give you my Christmas list.”
Her eyes sparkle with delight as she makes her way toward me. “Mmm, is it a long list?”
“So long.” I waggle my brows and palm my cock through my briefs. “You’ll need to check it twice.”
She reaches me and sinks to her knees, biting her lip as she gazes up at me.
