#kerimaix

Imagine Chan being very particular about how your Christmas tree gets decorated. You don't mind him having his way, putting every ornament up Just. So., as long as you get to watch him doing it. Because of course he does it with as little clothing on as possible. It's Chan after all. He doesn't do clothing like a mere mortal, just like he doesn't do sloppy Christmas decoration or bad music production.

And anyway, who in their right mind would object to seeing those powerful muscles stretch and contract, the concentration on his face, the soft smile on his lips? Exactly. No one.

So you sit on the couch, observing his every move. You watch his elegant hands untangle lights. When he puts them up, you first get to admire his back, then his torso as he walks around the tree.

Once he is satisfied with the lights, he bends down to gather the first bauble. Your eyes dart to his perfect buttocks and you are itching to sink your teeth into them, to knead them, to worship them. Chan straightens and considers several placements before decidedly hanging it up. This same spiel continues with every bauble. You grow hornier by the minute, the damp patch between your legs growing.

Finally, Chan pulls out the last ornament. This one he handles differently: It is the one you gifted him the very first Christmas you spent together as a couple. That one he knows straight away where to hang. It goes in a spot of honour, framed by all the others, visible from all important angles. Your heart melts when you realise this.

Chan cocks his hip to one side, crosses his thick arms and considers the tree once more before spinning around to you. With a bright smile he asks what you think of his work. Smiling too, you jump up and make a show of studying the tree, as if you hadn’t watched the entire process from start to finish. You put your arms around Chan and look into his eyes.

“It’s perfect. Like you”, the words are sincerely spoken, with love in every letter. You emphasise them with soft kisses to his plush lips and warm cheeks. He squirms a little from the compliment, but happily accepts your affections. “Yeah? I’m so glad you think so!”

“I really do, my gorgeous boy”, you boop his nose with yours. “Actually, while you were busy doing the tree, you managed to do something else really well.”

“Huh, what’s that?”, he looks at you, genuinely puzzled. You take his hand and guide it to your drenched panties: “Make me wet.” His eyes grow big at your bold action, but immediately his hand cups your pussy gently. “Oh, I see…what should we do about that, baby girl?”

With a happy twinkle in your eyes, you look him up and down playfully: “I’d like to climb you like the most delectable Christmas tree ever.” You lean in to kiss Chan’s pecs, grinding down on the hand that is providing friction for you.

“Mh, that can be arranged.” He lifts your chin, kissing a trail of open-mouthed kisses up your throat, to your mouth. The hand on your pussy starts rubbing your clit, while his fingers tease at your opening. You keen, relishing his loving treatment. “You are such a horny little minx, aren`t you? Always checking me out.”

“It’s not my fault you run around shirtless all the time”, you pout breathlessly, running your hands over the offending muscles like a woman possessed, “making me desperate”, your fingers tweak his nipples in retribution. The resulting gasp makes you feel lightheaded with want.

Chan is not one to be outdone in anything, especially not in teasing his baby girl, so he casually licks the outer shell of your ear and whispers: “I think it’s only fair, considering you manage to turn me on with a single word from those pretty lips.” Your hands fly down to his dick to check the truthfulness of that statement. A satisfied expression blooms on your face. He is so fucking hard for you.

“Can we 69 then?”, you ask innocently, squeezing his erection. “I really want you in my mouth.” You love seeing the power your words have over him, as he immediately gets on his knees. He pushes off your shirt, kissing down your body. At last, he pulls your panties down and mouths at your venus mound, his eyes closed reverently. You feel like coming right there. Instead, you get down too, pushing him on his back. You cannot resist and make out with him some more, then you ask: “Ready?”

“For such a treat? Always, princess.” Chan’s eyes glint with desire, his lips are puffy from kissing you. He helps to keep your balance as you turn around, his strong hands guiding your pussy over his face. You aren’t even fully lying down, and he is already licking you out, pushing his tongue against your clit and into you.

You moan and lie down completely, loving how hot he is to the touch, how your soft body fits against his hard muscles. Your hands glide under his shorts, dragging free your prize. His cock is so beautiful to you. Thick, not too long, with a delicious, smooth tip made to suck on. So you do just that. You fuck him with your mouth, just as he is fucking you with his tongue. Both your mouth and hand work his dick, dragging up and down, coating him in wetness. As your tongue swipes along his shaft and tip, you cannot help but stroke his muscular thigh at the same time. You cannot get enough of him. And he cannot get enough from you. His fingers dig into your arse, encouraging you to move your hips as you please. The combined stimulation from your sloppy blowjob and the way he eats you out is heavenly.

As you get closer to your climax, you moan louder and louder around his cock. His precum leaks into your mouth and you love it, love knowing that your pleasure turns Chan on more too. And then you finally find your release and for those blissful seconds your hand can only move jerkily along his dick, lacking any finesse. But Chan doesn’t need finesse as he follows you with a satisfied groan, spilling cum down your hands.

You just lie on top of him, sated and happy. “That was a great early Christmas present”, you finally say.

“I totally agree”, you can hear the smile in his voice. While he strokes your thighs, you lick up the mess. Then you turn around and lie next to him, snuggling into his embrace.

“Merry Christmas, Chan.”