Chris Larabee looked in the mirror and shook his head. What in the world had possessed him to dress like this? He looked down at his leather-clad body and took note of how the leather clung to his skin like a lover’s caress.

"Now I know precisely what people mean when they say ‘dressed to kill’," Chris murmured to himself, as he folded back his shirt cuffs.

The new clothing had come from a specialist store in Denver, and Chris had made the secret purchase specifically for a New Year’s Eve party that he and his lover were attending in two weeks time. Ever since they’d become romantically involved, Mary had been nagging Chris to pep up his wardrobe by replacing the habitual black pants and dark-hued shirts with some brighter attire. This was the pair’s first Christmas together as a couple, so as a special treat for the woman he loved almost as much as life itself, Larabee had decided to buy something different from the norm. Plus the black pants and scarlet shirt seemed very appropriate for the fast approaching festive season.

Staring into the full-length mirror once again, Chris was amazed at how impressive he looked in the leather ensemble, and was glad he’d been persuaded by the store assistant to take the two expensive pieces. The pants hugged his lower body enticingly, and he smiled at the wanton streak that had compelled him to try them on again, but without any underwear. Testing the leather against bare flesh had been an experiment, because he’d been slightly concerned about how it would feel – particularly on his torso and at other sensitive areas. But he was pleasantly surprised at how comfortable and easy to wear they were, and was even more astounded by the feel of the accompanying shirt. The pants were no different to his normal jeans, but the softly pliant shirt felt absolutely wonderful on his skin.

However, there was another by-product of his outfit which was totally unexpected. Chris didn’t really bother too much about his appearance or how he dressed, and had never thought that clothes could influence how he perceived himself. Until now, that is. Regarding his leather-garbed form in the mirror, he realised it made him feel incredibly sexy, and… Fucking Hell! Chris suddenly became aware of his body’s reactions – he was getting a hard-on! Well, if it had that effect on him, the ATF leader was certain Mary would think the same. Their relationship was close and very loving, as well as extremely physical. When his partner finally got to see him, or touch him, clothed so seductively in this get-up, they would probably both be lost to temptation and the pleasures of the flesh. ‘Maybe I should drop a hint, or give Mary a sneak preview. Otherwise we’ll never make it to Orrin’s New Year party!’ Chris mused.

"Oh, good Lord! Santa’s delivered early!"

Chris’ head snapped around on hearing Mary’s thrilled exclamation, but he didn’t move when the journalist hurried into the dressing area of the room. Oh, well, that solved one problem! The blond hadn’t heard the woman enter the master bedroom or noticed her approach, but he automatically leant into Mary as she came up behind and wrapped Chris in an enthusiastic embrace. A warm mouth latched onto the back of his neck, and teeth and tongue were given free rein as the woman showed her approval. The agent shivered in delight, relaxing into his lover’s predatory hold as Travis’s exploring hands roved unhurriedly across the smooth pants. Mary started her examination at Chris’ taut buttocks, and slowly worked her way around to the front, where the bulge of the man’s erection strained against his fly zipper. The sensation of Mary’s skilful hands, combined with the ardent wet kisses being showered upon his neck and ears, made Chris’ belly flutter, while his balls hardened in a pain that was both exquisite and torturous. When her kisses changed to little sharp nips to the side of her partner’s throat, Chris’ excitement soared to an even higher level, and his breathing became hoarsely ragged.

"Wow! You look so good in leather, Chris…. good enough to eat," Mary whispered hungrily, as she stopped nibbling and played the tip of her tongue around Chris’ ear.

Chris gazed in the mirror at Mary, gulping back a guttural growl as he caught a glimpse of his lover’s beautiful body. She was stark naked and, with her nipples jutting out like twin pink rosebuds, there was no doubt to what her intentions were. Chris guessed that Mary had been surreptitiously watching him try on his new clothes, and this had evidently sparked her arousal.

"I thought you were finishing that article for tomorrow’s edition. This was supposed to be a surprise, your post-Christmas gift for New Year," the man chided, although the scold lacked any real strength.

Mary ignored the mild rebuke as she deliberately rubbed her breasts against Chris’ back, and began working at the shirt buttons with surprisingly steady fingers. "I finished it and emailed it to the sub-editor, and this is a surprise," the journalist eventually responded, clicking her tongue in satisfaction as she freed the final button and slipped a hand beneath the thin leather.

Chris groaned loudly as Mary’s fingertips brushed fleetingly over his nipple, and his head twisted around as he sought out his lover’s mouth. They stood together like that for several minutes, lips sealed, tongues probing and sparring in an erotic dance, and hands mapping out each others familiar curves and angles in a renewal of their relationship. Finally, Mary took decisive control. Breaking the passionate kiss, she turned Chris around to face her and, looping thumbs into the belt line of her partner’s pants, she slowly edged backwards, pulling the object of her desires into the main bedroom.

"I’ve got an early Christmas present from the man I love. So I plan to open it, and enjoy it in comfort," Mary declared, giving her unresisting lover a crooked grin as she gently pushed him onto the bed.

Sprawling onto the mattress on his back, Chris said nothing as he wriggled into the centre and lay there passively waiting to see what the woman would do next. He didn’t have to wait long. Mary scurried up to join him, crawling up between Larabee’s splayed limbs and trailing a hand up each leather-clad leg as she went. The pair met at eyelevel, with Mary asserting her dominance by covering her boyfriend’s body with her own, as she thoroughly kissed and caressed Chris.

Mary wriggled on top of her captive lover, moaning and shuddering in ecstasy, as she rubbed her sex lips up, down and across the crotch area of Chris’ pants. The aromatic leather was warm from the man’s body heat, and the journalist had never experienced such tactile stimulus from a material before. Her love juices flowed copiously, and it was all she could do to stop herself from smearing it onto the leather.

Chris must have sensed his partner’s thoughts, so he pulled out of the kiss and eyed Mary suspiciously. "You mess up my new gear, and I won’t be very impressed," he growled, although there was laughter in his voice, and his hazel eyes were brimming with indulgent love and desire.

"I’d better do somethin’ that will impress you then!"

"You do that every day, sweetheart."

"As do you for me, Chris."

As she spoke Mary crawled downwards, her right hand finding Chris’ pants zipper which was then tugged fully open. Easing the garment over her companion’s slim hips, Mary’s eyes widened, and she giggled coquettishly, as the man’s thick length instantly sprang free from its restrictive leather prison. The penis was weeping globules of cum, tiny tear-shaped drops of juice that trickled slowly down the taut, purpled crown, and the journalist gasped in need as Chris suddenly tilted his hips upwards. Needing no second bidding, Mary knelt to capture the glistening moisture with the tip of her tongue, and thoroughly laved the head of her lover’s blood-engorged cock. Her fingers on one hand continued to stroke Chris’ distended balls, whilst the other made sweeping motions across the man’s chest, occasionally finding and teasing a raised nipple. Realising she’d lapped up all of her bed mate’s pre-cum, Mary took the firm rod into her mouth, and began bringing her lover to orgasm.

Chris was drowning in a sea of pleasure, and was oblivious to everything except what Mary was doing to him. He moaned and writhed on the quilt, and his heart hammered in his chest, with his breath quickening until he felt dizzy and light-headed. The pulsating movement of the woman’s warm, moist mouth was phenomenal, almost frightening in its sensual power, and he was utterly swamped by the sensations ripping through his highly sensitised body. Every time Mary increased the strength and tempo of the suck, a wondrous hot feeling travelled from Chris’ cock, through his rigid balls, and raced all the way up his belly to his chest and neck, before exploding in his addled brain. The only thing the man was aware of was that he couldn’t last much longer.

"Oh, my… ah…. oh… ooh… G… g…God…. help me, Mary! I’m gonna…." Larabee was unable to finish the sentence as his imminent release suddenly drove all cohesive thought from his mind.

The power of Chris’ ejaculation was mind-blowing for Mary, and her clit went into spasm as it begged for gratification. Quickly swallowing the hot, glutinous offering of semen, the woman delicately licked the quivering shaft before letting it fall from her mouth.

"There, I didn’t spill any on your new pants," Mary said smugly, as she straightened up once again.

Chris at last found his voice, saying, "I didn’t think you would."

Making her way up the bed, Mary flopped down beside her sated partner, intertwining a bare leg around Chris’ leather-clad one. The journalist sighed happily as the other pulled her closer and wrapped a possessive arm around her back.

"That was fantastic, Mary, but it kind of got all twisted around. Me in leather was supposed to be a pleasurable surprise for you," Chris murmured, as he dropped several kisses on his beloved’s silken hair.

"It was certainly that! Chris, we’re not going anywhere today…. and… and I’d like to know how it feels to wear leather. Can I try the shirt on?" There was a shy sweetness to Mary’s enquiry, although her hand continually stroking at the leather material was anything but chaste.

"Of course you can. Are you considering buying a leather suit?"

"I might be tempted."

"You’d certainly look tempting if you did! And I bet you’d look gorgeous in a studded, leather corset. I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of you!"

"You’re insatiable, Chris!"

"Only with you, babe, only with you. Hey, I need a shower, and… we have some unfinished business to attend to," the man stated, nuzzling insistently at Mary’s neck as his hand sought out her womanhood. He smiled when she shivered in desire and spread her legs, his finger homing in on the damp softness below her pubic thatch.

"I’ll get the water going; you make sure you fold that lovely shirt neatly. I don’t want it creased!"

"You’re being rather bossy, Mrs Travis! I should’ve bought a matching leather whip from that fetish store downtown - to keep you in line."

"Isn’t it risky mixing with the bad element downtown, Chris?"

"Baby, I am the bad element! Now go wait for me in that shower!"

Mary rolled away from the man and off the bed, her eyes glittering with an avaricious light as she watched Chris peel off the shirt. "I love it when you talk dirty!" she laughed delightedly, and then deliberately fondled her erect nipples for his benefit.

Reaching across to the bedside table, Chris picked up the scented massage oil they always kept handy, and held it up for the other to see. "Best take this with you then," – he tossed the plastic bottle to his naked lover – "so I can give you the rest of your early present."

"’Christmas comes but once a year….’" Mary waved the oil in the air like a conductor would a baton, as she recanted the verse. Suddenly she paused, her face lighting up with a mischievous smile as a poetic thought struck her. "And when Chris comes, he pulls me near!" Travis finished with a flourish. Casting Larabee an impish look, the journalist then bent over and playfully wriggled her bare backside in her lover’s direction, before trotting into the master bathroom.

As Mary disappeared, Chris rolled his eyes, shaking his head in mock despair at her outlandish and uncharacteristic behaviour. God, he loved that woman…. and he couldn’t wait to see what happened when Mary put on that leather shirt. This would be a Christmas they’d remember for a long, long time.