Your heart leaped when we got to our door.

I had been teasing you all night. Shooting you looks past people at the Christmas party; taking long, sly sips from the eggnog with a smirk at the corner of my mouth. You know what that does to me. You know what the rum does to me. You know what party food does to me. And you know it’s for you.

On the way home you got your first sign. I let slip as I was driving—low and rumbling with that deep earthy smell you like. You tugged on your seatbelt and put your face in my lap as I drove. You whined, nuzzled, and bit at my jeans.

So the moment we were in the door I already had my hand down the back of your pants with you pinned by my hips to the wall next to the doorframe. You looked up with another stifled whine. I squeezed your ass and bit your lip and told you to go sit down.

You knew and loved our habit in the evenings. You stripped by the light of our Christmas tree and settled onto the couch, pulling a heavy blanket over you and waiting. Soon I joined you, naked as well, carrying a generous glass of wine for you and an equally generous glass of scotch for me.

I settled on the couch and pulled you onto my lap. You rested your head on my chest and closed your eyes and allowed your body to relax after a long day. Already my hands were busy, my right cupping your pussy and massaging to soothe and titillate you. We stayed that way for a while. Touching, teasing, drinking, exploring, but not escalating. All the while you listened to the gurgling from my stomach and waited sweetly.

When I took you by the shoulder to guide you, your heart leaped again. I turned to lay on the couch lengthwise, and I pushed you low, between my legs. Then I lifted my hips to turn up my wide masculine ass. You could already smell the long day on me, the sweat and musk, and without a word you leaned your head on my cheek and adored it.

The first blast came soon. You tried to cup it with your hand to keep it, still resting on my cheek, falling away. With the second one you felt my hand pull you in by the back of your head. You felt me pucker against the side of your mouth and the warm air that followed and fell further away.

I slid my leg between yours. Every time I pushed out for you, you rocked back and forth against my leg, grinding your clit against my ankle bone. Again and again. I had overdone it. You were so lost and happy. Finally I loosed a bubbling, rippling fart, pulled you in close, and you humped my foot with adorable urgency.

Then I heard you gasp once, then again, and with one final earthy fart you whimpered and shook and orgasmed, pulled hard into my ass by my hand.

I let you rest against my ass for a while before pulling you back toward me. I kissed your awfully pungent face, and let you rest on my chest, your lovely frame perfect between my thighs.