mouth, and she stared at him, asking with a small cough, 'cinnamon?'
'Bingo.' He scooped up the little green jar and popped the stopper, offering it to her. 'And wintergreen.'
She could smell it even before she got it under her nose, that familiar scent so often found sweetened in the middle of breath fresheners. As she brought it to her lips and darted her tongue out to catch a bit of the moistness on the rim, he shucked the remainder of his clothes so eagerly his cock wobbled before him.
'This is for me too?' she lifted the little jar, quirking an eyebrow, and he nodded. Stepping in, he rubbed her hips and hooked his thumbs into the edge of her panties. 'Yup. Although I've got to be honest, they're a little bit for me, too.'
He went to his knees as he slid her panties down, holding them for her to step out of. Then, looking up to meet her eyes, he tilted most of what was left in the red bottle into his mouth, swirling it quite obviously around and then swallowing, barking out a laughing cough as he tried to catch his breath. The warm, sweet scent of it wafted up to her, twining with the wintergreen — and she grinned wickedly at the challenge in his gaze.
Her feet spread, and he bent his head, back arching to push between her thighs and burrow upward, tongue thrusting into the soft cleft of her sex. She had a moment to feel very simply him, the push of his stiffened tongue shoving across her clit and up into the narrows of her passage, the press of his lips. Then the cinnamon oil caught hold in a burst of heat, her skin tingling and aching with it, the sudden rush of blood bringing with it a rush of her own wet. She cried out as one of his fingers delved up inside her. From the magma heat it drilled up into her he'd gotten quite a bit of oil on it, too.
Then he rocked back on his heels, lips flush with the spice, and her own lips throbbed almost numb with the prickling heat of it. She was panting, flushed with the chase of blood beneath her skin — a dribble of the wintergreen oil had spilled, was trickling across the knuckle of her thumb.
Watching him watching her, trying to keep from simply pressing her legs together and grinding out a hot fast one, she laved the droplet up. The wintergreen ran through the center of the cinnamon heat in her mouth like a rush of winter wind through a door left ajar, and she gasped to feel how it left its own tingle in its wake.
Licking his lips, he leaned back and pulled himself onto her couch, his penis positively quivering as he waited. Swallowing hard (and feeling the heat from the cinnamon creeping down her throat), she lifted the little green jar and followed suit, tilting a good measure into her mouth and swishing it around, even as she moved to straddle his head.
By the time her mouth engulfed the head of his cock, the spark-heat of his cinnamon-tainted mouth was fixed upon her pussy, and her mouth felt like she'd been blowing Jack Frost. It was deliciously satisfying to feel how his hips lurched, how he was squirming as much as she while the bitingly cold tingle of the mint seeped into his cock flesh.
It was hard to catch her breath with any one of these things going on — the mint, the cinnamon, him feasting between her thighs, his shaft filling her mouth — and only a few minutes of all of them combined had her heart pounding and her breath stuttering between her lips. She pulled off him with an exhalation that made him groan into her, squirming as her warm breath skittered down his saliva-and-wintergreen painted cock.
Without a word she got up on shaky legs, just long enough to turn about and straddle his hips. He shifted, she adjusted, and the head of his shaft nestled into her nether lips. She sank, he thrust, and a shaft of tingling cold drove up into the unbearable burning heat that he'd awakened at the crux of her thighs. She shrieked and rocked hard, fast and hungry for the sweet clench and explosion of her orgasm. She rode through it as he rose and fell feverishly under her, and it wasn't until after he had tugged her off to spend against the cleft of her buttocks that she finally lay down across him, shivering her way into afterglow while her groin both cooled and burned.
'Thought you didn't celebrate Christmas…' she murmured again, teasing accusation in her otherwise satisfied tone.
'No,' he whispered, wrapping his arms around her middle and idly tracing oil-damp fingers down her spine. 'But you do.'
A Christmas to Remember by Nan Allen
Ben couldn’t believe he was only minutes away from seeing his wife Margo. It was the first time they were going to be in the same state, much less the same room, since she deployed to Florida a little more than six months ago. She had been sent there to help with the detainment of Cubans trying to come into U.S.
He had been working on the plans since she called and told him she would be able to come home for one night to celebrate Christmas. If everything came together, it was going to be an amazing night together. They lived too far from the airport to be able to go home for just one night so he’d reserved a room at a hotel not very far from the airport that had themed rooms like ones for BDSM, medical, jungle, and much more. It was expensive but she was worth it.
Ben stopped pacing the baggage area to check out his reflection in the window. The black tailored suit he was wearing fit his slim but muscular body perfectly. His black hair, though a bit longer than he usually wore it, was held in place with a bit of hair gel and his face was clean-shaven, just how Margo liked it. Satisfied with his appearance, he glanced at his watch-her present to him for Christmas-and wondered where she was. Her flight had landed twenty minutes ago.
Margo appeared at the top of the escalator. She was wearing her Army dress uniform with her short brown hair covered with dress cap and just enough make-up on to accentuate her lips and cheeks. The uniform was snug, which helped to emphasis her full hips and round bottom, and she looked amazing. Ben had been half-hard in anticipation of seeing her but when he saw her, his cock sprung to attention and strained against his pants.
Her face lit up when she saw him and she ran down the escalator stairs the rest of the passengers from her flight then the short distance to where he was standing. She threw her arms around his neck as he wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug then kissed her hungrily. It didn’t matter to either of them that there were more than one hundreds sets of eyes watching their reunion.
“Baby, I’m so happy to see you,” he whispered when the kiss ended and hugged her tightly.
“I can tell,” she giggled as she discretely ran her finger along the length of his cock. He moaned softly and could feel a wet spot forming on his pants from the precum that was leaking out the tip. She slipped something into his pocket.
“Check your pocket while I get my bag,” Margo whispered then turned to the luggage carousel to wait for her small suitcase to appear.
Ben admired her ass and slim legs as she walked away. He slid his hand into his pocket to find out what she’d put there-her thong underwear. The fabric that had been covering her pussy was soaked with her juices. His cock twitched in his pants and the precum was now oozing out the tip. Ben hadn’t been this hard since the night before she left for Florida. They had spent the entire night in their king-size bed and he had come more in those eight hours before the taxi arrived to pick her up than in the previous month.
“I need you,” Ben said urgently when she returned to where he was standing. He took the bag from her. “I know a discrete place on the way to the hotel.”
She replied by giving him a long kiss and pressing her body tight against his. He cupped her ass and pulled her tighter against his body as her lips parted and invited his tongue into her mouth. They could hear people clearing their throats as the kiss got deeper but they didn’t care. Being together again and a night filled with sex was all they could think about.
They were breathless when the kiss ended. “Let’s go or I will have to take you right here,” he whispered into her ear then picked up her bag and grabbed her hand.
Ben led her out of the airport to the short term parking, where his convertible Beetle was parked. He unlocked the door and opened it for her. When she was safely inside, he closed the door and put her bag in the trunk.
Ben got in on the driver side and leaned across the center console to kiss Margo again. His hand slid inside the jacket to cup her breast as his tongue found its way into her mouth again. “God I have missed you,” he gasped against her lips. “I can’t wait to bury my cock deep inside you.”
“I’ve been wet since before I got on the plane,” Margo confessed. “I watched that video you made me and fucked myself with my dildo before I left the barracks, but I needed more… I need to feel your cock twitching inside
