#black kaiser

Champagne sparkles were flying up to the surface behind the frosted glass, lit by the fireplace you were sitting next to. The fire's crackling echoed in the room—the only sound filling it—making the whole setting meditative, while the world outside howled with a blizzard, a common occurrence here. For a moment, you were completely hypnotized and forgot about existence itself until your body reacted to the tickles your man was causing just by simply kissing the nape of your neck and your bare shoulder from behind. It made you shiver and giggle. You were sitting between his legs, your back leaning against his bare chest radiating warmth. His arms hugged your waist loosely, his fingers drawing lazy patterns on your tummy, covered by a blanket. Another tickle.

"Duncan," you chuckled. "Next Christmas present is gonna be a razor blade."

"Don't you dare, doll," he murmured near your ear, nuzzling into your hair. You sighed with a slight smile and sipped a bit of your champagne.

"Your mustache is tickling."

"Didn't hear you complain half an hour ago."

"Ah, yeah!" you whimpered clutching the bedsheets in your hands, while his tongue was hungrily licking your sensitive clit and his fingers were teasing your sweet spot inside your pussy.

You slapped his thigh lightly.

"Shut up," you blushed and smirked, trying to hide the grin.

"Then anyway, I need to get my mouth busy," he murmured lowly into your ear, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.

"You are irresistible, Vizla," you sighed, turning your head to the side to look at him.

"Otherwise, I wouldn't have gotten you for myself, princess," he said with a slight smile and pecked your temple.

The room fell quiet again, the only sound is the crackling fire. You leaned back into him, your eyes fluttering closed as his lips grazed your shoulder once more. Somewhere beyond the frosted windows, the storm roared on, but inside, wrapped in his arms, it felt like the world couldn’t touch you. "Merry Christmas, Duncan," you whispered.