(I wrote about Duncan and Kelsey in an earlier on shot Yes, Dear, and guess what? I'm still obsessed with his hair.)

Kelsey had never slept well on Christmas Eve. It used to be because she was too excited about presents and cookies and her grandfather’s whipped potatoes. The last few years, however, she had begun to feel her age, more specifically she felt the ever increasing weight from the pressure to be the perfect hostess, the perfect gift giver and wrapper, the perfect wife to her perfect hockey playing husband.

And she was far from perfect, as we all are; she knew that and tried to be okay with it. But she was a woman who liked succeeding, thrived on being the best at what she did. So that was why at 4 a.m. on Christmas Day, she laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, contemplating all the ways she could fail and fall short. And she thought of all the ways she could try and fix it.

She needed to brush their dogs, thoroughly. Maybe she would just shave them to prevent any and all shedding. Damn, speaking of, she had meant to vacuum under the sofa yesterday. She could do that this morning as well. While she was at it, she should probably clean the inside of the windows. Oh, and she needed to water the tree and make sure it hadn’t lost too many needles overnight. She had all day to cook and wasn’t worried about that, but maybe she should start some of the sides in the afternoon and then she could wash the dishes along the way so there wasn’t a huge pile at the end of the night. And…wait…was Kelly a vegan or a vegetarian now? She had a Tofukey ready to cook, but could she use butter in the other sides? She should call and find out. Not now, that would be crazy. Shoot, if Kelly was a vegan, she’d need to get a desert she could eat so she wasn’t left out. Ben and Jerry’s has vegan ice cream now, right? Right, she could pick some up from the store when she walked the dogs first thing. Also –

Duncan grumbled and snuggled her closer, burying his nose in her neck. “Babe, I can hear you thinking.”

She shushed him and then kissed his forehead. “Sorry. I’m getting up.”

Both arms wrapped around her body and locked together. “No, you’re not. We’re sleeping in today. So sleep.”

Kelsey groaned and wanted to want to get up, but he was so snuggly and their bed so warm…but she also had so much to do. “Duncan…I have to. You sleep.”

He heaved out a sigh and opened his eyes reluctantly. His wife was giving him that pained half-smile, the one she only displayed when she knew she was being irrational, but she just couldn’t help herself.

“Whatever you need to do we can do together…later. No one’s gonna be here for another twelve hours, we have time.”

“I know. But…don’t you think we should have a gotten a second tree?”

May the Lord whose birth they were going to celebrate that day strike him dead for being an asshole, but Duncan was half a second away from losing his temper on Christmas. He took a deep breath and asked calmly, “Where exactly would we have put a second tree?”

“In the dining room. I’m just saying, a lot of people get two trees now. One in the living room for presents with all the homemade ornaments and popcorn strings on it and then another with fancier decorations, just for show.”

“Babe…my family doesn’t give a shit about fancy. And neither does yours. That tree is effing huge, it’s more than enough.”

“But don’t you want –“

“No. Go to sleep.”

Duncan still had a death grip on her so Kelsey couldn’t get away. When she tried to wiggle free, he squeezed her harder. She gave up the fight and went back to staring at the ceiling.

Maybe they should have replaced their carpet. It had been a few years and with the dogs and Duncan and a rotating cast of Hawks coming through the house it was probably less than fresh. The living room could also use a fresh coat of paint, now that she thought about it. In the very least she should ask Mike to bring over the steam washer so she could wash the walls before everyone else arrived. And she needed to iron Duncan’s favorite flannel, she couldn’t forget that. Her dress could use a touch of steam as well. Did she polish her shoes last week? Damn. She needed to –

“Alright. That’s enough.”

“Wha –“

Duncan’s mouth silenced her words and then his tongue worked at silencing the voices in her head. The coarse hair on his face tickled her lips and then rasped against her skin. He hadn’t shaved in months and it was glorious. He normally kept his chin scruffy, but after No Shave November he just kept growing his beard until now it was a thing of beauty.

And, oh God, he was always such a good kisser. Even in the middle of the night when he was tired and clearly annoyed with her. She broke from his mouth, grabbing his face with both hands.

“I’m sorry I bothered you.”

A normal man might have said “oh, honey, you’re not a bother” but not Duncan. Serious as the day is long he told her, “You were bothering me, but now I’m going to bother you.”

Kelsey giggled and closed her eyes when his mouth trailed along her jaw. His rough, calloused hands brushed up her thighs to lift her sleep shirt. With that gone, she was laid out naked for him and he shifted to cover her body with his. He went back to kissing her throat, sinking lower to lick the tops of breasts before he returned to nibble the skin under her ear.

And it didn’t take long before Kelsey was more than ready, panting and wet between the thighs.

“Duncan…fuck me. Now.”

He grumbled against her skin again and refused. “No. I can think of something you need even more than that.”

He dragged his lips across her skin until he came to a pointy nipple. Circling it with his tongue, he teased until she groaned needily and then he grabbed it with his mouth. He pulled at the piece of flesh, sucking it against his tongue and biting to leave a mark that would last for days. He treated the other just the same. But then he eased back, stroking her midsection gently with his palms.

“Babe. Babe, look at me.”

She forced her eyes open. “Huh? What?”

“You need to relax.”

“I am, I swear.”

He kept up his tender caress as he smiled at her. “Let go of the sheets.”

Kelsey looked at her hands and found that they were fisted in the fabric of their bed so tightly her fingers were pale from a lack of blood flow. “Oh, ow.”

He picked up one of her hands, kissing her fingertips and then her palm. He did the same to the other. “Just relax.” Kelsey nodded and let her hands rest against the bed, making a conscious effort to not grip the sheets again. “Take it easy and let me take care of you, alright?”

“Yes. Please, Duncan.”

He heard the strained tone of her voice and he pushed up until he could kiss her mouth. Whispering to her between presses of his lips. “Relax. I’m gonna take care of everything. You don’t have to do a damn thing. Just relax.”

His deep voice washed over her skin and she found the tension in her body easing. He kissed her for a while longer and then moved his mouth back down her body. Between her legs, he held her hips down and kissed the thin skin of her inner thighs. When he felt her body tighten, he slowed down even more, kissing her slowly, rubbing her hips, telling her to relax, until she did just that.

By the time he ran his tongue along her slit, Kelsey felt like she could slip into a coma at any moment. Her muscles were weak, her blood running slow, her thoughts clear. She didn’t even flinch when he licked her clit and he smiled with pride.

He kept his voice quiet, calming. “That’s my girl. We’re gonna do it nice and slow. Nice and easy. And I’ll do everything. Stay just like this.”

Kelsey couldn’t even nod, but she did whisper, “Yes.”

Duncan was back at it. Slow. Easy. Relaxed. His tongue moved along the layers of pussy languidly, letting him get a thorough taste of her arousal. Her walls flexed, but that couldn’t be stopped. She was otherwise still, arms resting against the bed, legs bent to his will, chest moving normally with her even breaths.

It was so different from the way they normally were together. Generally when he got her naked it was intense, passionate, rough, and wild. Even now, years later, he could seldom control himself when it came to fucking her. But on this Christmas morning, this was what she needed. She needed it slow and controlled, something to distract her busy mind for as long as possible. And he had become the sort of man who always wanted to give his woman what she needed, took pride in being what she needed.

He spread her lips with two fingers and then eased them inside her. Kelsey whimpered and he saw her hands clutch at the sheets. He pulled his fingers back, but not out.

“Relax, babe. Breathe.”

She took several breaths and when she let go of the sheets, he slowly moved his fingers back inside.

She let out a long, slow moan. “Oooh, Duncan. Baby, that feels so good.”

“Yeah? I know what you need. You just have to relax and let me give it to you.”

“I know. I know. Christ, do I know.”

He thrust his fingers, slowly. When he licked her clit, it mirrored the movement of his fingers, nice and easy. He would stroke into her channel and then lick her clit. Stroke out and lick. In, lick. Out, lick. Not a fuck and suck motion like she was used to, but something tender, something that made her mind feel liquid and warmed her body from the inside out.

She rocked her hips, gently, at the same rhythm of his mouth on her cunt. If she tried to speed things up, he pulled her back. At every turn he matched her hurry with calm until eventually she fell into it with him. All worries vanished, there was only Duncan and his mouth and her pending orgasm that was ever so slowly rising to a peak.

“I could do this all day. Call your family, I’ll call mine, tell them to fuck off and we can just stay in bed. I’ll spend Christmas licking your clit.”

Kelsey snickered at the thought. “All day?”

“All goddamn day.”

“I wouldn’t mind.”

“I’ll bet. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to give my cock a bit of this pussy every once and while, too.”

“Mmm, yes. You’re right, fuck it. Cancel dinner. We’re busy.”

“So busy. Busy relaxing.”

“Yes, yes. Fuck.”

“Shh, calm down. We have all day, remember?”

They really didn’t. Both of them knew they couldn’t just blow off Christmas with their families to fuck, as much as they both might like to. But right now, in the wee hours of the morning, they had the time. So Kelsey eased back, slowed her hips and closed her eyes again. Then her hands found the shaggy curls on his head.

And the feel of them against her fingers made her moan. “I love your hair. God, it’s perfect.”

Normally, any other time, he would have asked her pull it, hard. His wife tugging on his curls always got him going, but he didn’t have the heart to ask for that right now. Instead, he let her stroke them, nudging her palm with his head as she did so. He pressed his lips to her pussy once more and licked through her wetness.

Kelsey groaned and thrust her hips towards his mouth. “Duncan. Fuck, faster, please.”

“No, not now. Right now we’re going slow. Nice and easy.”

He licked her again, slow, gentle, barely touching her clit when he came to it. His fingers moved easily in her pussy, maybe slightly faster than they had before, but not as fast as she wanted them to.

Kelsey pulled herself back, finding that calm liquid state she had attained earlier. She forced her fingers further into his hair, massaging his scalp as he moaned against her clit. She didn’t try to guide him, didn’t move his head at all, just caressed his hair and enjoyed its silky softness.

She reached lower towards the back of his head and then wound the curls there around her finger. Duncan loved his hair, but loved it even more when she played with it. The longer she twirled his hair between her fingers, the harder he moaned. She opened her eyes and took a good look at her husband.

His lovely hair was wild having been harassed by her fingers, but Duncan was calm and focused. His tongue taking measured tastes of her flesh at an even pace. He felt her watching and smiled before putting both lips against her clit. His hips moved against the bed, rubbing his erection into the mattress in an attempt to pacify his lust long enough to make her come.

He refused to speed up; he wanted her to come slowly, for as long as possible. And she was there, right there, she just needed a little push. Her fingers still wound in his hair and it was enough to make him lose his patience, but somehow he maintained it. He nuzzled her mound and then pulled his fingers free, using both hands to hold her legs open wider. He bent and licked her clit again and again.

It was torture, pure and simple. She was so close to coming that every swipe of his tongue felt like enough to push her over the edge if he would…just…do it…one…second…longer. Instead she got tiny fragments of pleasure cut off too soon.

“Duncan…will you just…”

“Uh-uh. Relax. Come like this.”

Relax. Relax. She tried, oh how she tried. She let his rhythm lull her back to calm, let her body feel the bursts of sensation across her clit and enjoy them for what they were. Her hips rocked again, slow and easy. And finally, slowly, her orgasm came. And came and came.

As he felt her body shaking with pleasure, he didn’t change his pace. He licked and paused. Lick and pause. Until finally she was coming without him even touching her clit. She shook and whimpered and her fingers still grazed gently through his hair.

She opened her eyes when she was done and was met with his feral gaze. He rubbed her thighs and then squeezed the flesh there. “Babe, I know I’m a hypocrite, but I can’t take this slow anymore.”

Hypocrite he may be, but Kelsey felt incredibly proud that she could drive him to near madness by doing nothing but letting him eat her pussy as she played with his hair. “I know, baby. Come up here and give me that special Christmas package.”

He lunged towards her, thrusting his cock deep before she could even gasp. He met her eyes and grinned. “Tug my hair. Hard.”

He started to move and she grasped his curls, tugging as he rode her to completion.

Later, after Duncan vacuumed under the sofa and brushed the dogs and went out to buy vegan ice cream and vegan butter for Kelly, after Kelsey stood next to Duncan at the head of the table and made a toast to their combined families, after turkey and pie and cookies and candy and stockings and presents, when people were starting to trickle out, Duncan’s mother pulled Kelsey aside.

“Thank you for hosting this year. I don’t know how you made everything so perfect, but it really was.”

“Oh, thank you, ma. You’re too sweet. It wasn’t perfect, but we did our best.”

“And you seem so calm, so…on top of everything. I was always a frantic mess around the holidays.”

Kelsey bit back a laugh and met Duncan’s gaze from across the room. He winked at her and went back to assembling a toy for one of his nephews. Kelsey said to his mother, “Well, Duncan was a big help.”

This seemed to shock the woman who raised Duncan and knew he was a holy terror most days, even now. “Really? My Duncan? Helpful?”

Kelsey laughed. “What can I say? It’s a Christmas miracle, truly.”

Notes

I am kicking off my Christmas celebrations tomorrow so there will be no new stories for a while.

I hope you only have to interact with people who genuinely love and care about you. If you have to see toxic people this time of year please know that someone (me) thinks are you beautiful and wonderful. And if things get rough, you can always come chat with me on Tumblr or Instagram (thehappiestsloth).