Stewart & Leah: Home for Christmas

After dinner everyone moved to the living room with mugs of hot chocolate. Leah tried to sit on Stewart's lap, but Claire shooed her to the couch. Music from The Messiah played softly on the stereo and the children poked at the boxes under the tree. Stewart looked at Leah and smiled at the way the colored lights of the tree reflected in her eyes.

Then he was aware of losing his grip on the mug of chocolate, of it spilling across his lap, the mug thunking onto the floor while his body tensed and started to shake. It started in his legs and quickly spread up the rest of him. This spasm was much worse than he usually got, brought on by the hot liquid hitting his paralyzed limbs. He could feel himself sliding, but couldn't grip his chair to keep his balance. He closed his eyes and tried to take deep breaths, willing the spasm to pass, but it grew stronger. He was vaguely aware of voices around him.

Leah's hands were on him. She wrapped her arms around him from behind and kept him from falling. He relaxed into her, his head resting on her chest, rising and falling with her steady breath.

When the shaking finally stopped, Stewart was exhausted and sweating. He slumped further back against Leah. "Thank you," he whispered to her.

Stewart craned his head and saw his family staring at him. The three children had stopped playing and their faces were almost identical expressions of fear and uncertainty. John had his arm around Claire, who had conflicting emotions flitting back and forth across her face. One of them, Stewart was sure, was gratefulness to Leah for taking charge of the situation.

"It's okay, kids," Stewart said, "I'm fine, my body just got confused. Claire, I'll clean up the mess."

"No, I got it," Leah said. "You need to check and make sure you didn't burn your legs."

Stewart nodded and pushed towards his room. As he left he heard Claire behind him say, "Thank you" to Leah and he smiled.

Christmas morning Stewart woke when his door creaked opened and Leah was standing there, the sun from the kitchen window shining behind her and giving her the glow of an angel.

"Hey there, stud," she said, her voice still thick from sleep. A silky white nightgown clung to her curves and threatened to slip from her shoulders. She raised one hand and Stewart laughed when he saw that she was holding a decorative ball of mistletoe.

She walked to the bed and held it over his head. When she bent to kiss him, her breath smelled of coffee and hazelnuts. He grabbed her around the waist and yanked her into the bed where she fell against his chest, giggling, and the ball of mistletoe dropped to the floor with a dull thud.

He ran his hands over her smooth gown, then pushed it up and warmed his hands on her skin. Her fingers trailed down the side of his face and stopped at his lips where he kissed the tips. She let out a small groan and closed her eyes. Stewart pushed his hands up over her hips and yanked her lower body closer.

Her knees on either side of his head, the beautiful folds of her pussy were right in front of him. The lips were swollen and pink, and they parted open welcoming him. Stewart latched his mouth over the hard little peak of her clit and sucked against her skin. Leah leaned back and moaned a deep guttural sound.

While he pushed his tongue against her, his hands came around her hips and his strong fingers massaged her smooth-shaven mound. Harder and faster he danced his tongue and his mouth filled with the sweet honey taste of her body.

Her knees tightened against his head as the muscles in her legs tensed, ready for release. Stewart slowed down, using the suction of his mouth to pull hard on the skin around her clit, drawing it out from her body. Little cries escaped her lips. In the heat of the room, Stewart could feel how close she was.

He gave her what she wanted, licking in a steady rhythm until mini spasms shot down her legs and her pussy exploded with heat. She dropped her arms and fell back against his legs with a huge sigh.

Stewart took one of her hands and squeezed it. "Merry Christmas," he said.

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