It turned a single explosion inside her into a cluster of fiery detonations that left her screaming his name and clawing her nails across his back. He blamed it on the condom, for without it there was no way he would have been able to withstand the sensation of her convulsing cunt against his bare cock. With it, he would need a few more minutes to coax his own climax. The beep of an alarm sounded from the oven, signalling that his potatoes were finished.

Trish heard the alarm and sensed just how much he needed his own release. Since they'd reached the couch, he'd made her see stars several times. It was time to repay the favour!

It seemed Like her body jolted into action, and she rolled her hips up toward him with every downward thrust. Her breathing came in heavy gasps, for she herself was still nestled comfortably upon the brink.

One of her hands lifted up to trail down his cheek before she lifted her head to plant a quick and passionate kiss on his parted Lips.

“Come on, Hugh! F-fuck me! You did so damn good, baby! I've never cum this hard before. It's y-your turn now! I want you to cum as hard as you can. Give it to me! Please, cum for me!"

Hearing that certainly shortened the time he needed to get to the finish Line as he pounded her juicy pussy as fast as he could. He came down upon her, grasping a handful of her hair and pulling her head back to press his Lips down into her neck. She hadn't been expecting him to have the energy for that last gasp, and her body once again tensed up with a shuddering orgasm. As they came together, her large tits flattened up against his chest and slid between them with every deep thrust into her.

Finally, that burning fuse that she'd ignited inside him finally reached the end of its journey and he felt the fresh surge of his cum running up the length of his cock. Burying himself in her to the hilt on several strokes, he kissed her bare skin and held her tightly against him as he filled the condom with a copious amount of fresh cum.

They continued on for a couple more minutes as frantic fucking ceded to a slower and more comforting touch. Their lips found each other again and fell to a slow and indulgent kiss wherein each massaged the others tongue with their own.

It lasted until she finally pushed him up by his shoulders and offered him a stunning smile framed by kiss-swollen lips

“Happy Christmas, Hugh."

“Happy Christmas, Trish."

"I think we have a slight problem now," she noted. "There's no way in hell I'm going to be able to wait until next year to do this again.”

“Me either. I guess we'll have to find a way to get together before that. What are you doing for the next twelve months?"

“Well, as long as your schedule's clear I was rather hoping I'd be doing you quite a lot."

“Best. Boss. Ever."

They both fell to laughter at that, then she playfully shoved him backwards.

"Go on, or your potatoes will burn. Don't you even think about getting dressed either."

“Right back at you. Except..." He slipped out of her body and pulled off the condom before tying it off and walking over to the kitchen.

After throwing it in a bin, he reached down to give her a great view of his ass. Then he turned back to throw something red, white and fluffy in her direction. "You can wear that."

She caught the Santa hat, and immediately set it on top of her head before striding over to join him for their naked Christmas dinner.