To show my appreciation of all your support over the last year, I thought I would write you a little hot story.
Enjoy!
God,
she hated being away from home at Christmas. It was alright for her workaholic
boss, but he didn't have family. Neither did she, per se, but tonight was
Christmas Eve and she always spent it with her nieces and nephews. Not this
year. She was stuck in a posh hotel, miles away from home. Her face hurt from
keeping an inane smile on it for most of the evening, almost as much as her
feet did in these ridiculously high shoes, she'd forced herself to wear to go
with the sleek dress.
The
boss had needed her all dressed up like the proverbial Barbie doll, to distract
the lecherous chairman of the company he wanted to merge with. Every feminist
instinct in her screamed at the injustice of using her law degree in such a
demeaning manner, but Mum's nursing care cost, and it fell to Louise to
contribute the lion share, as she only had herself to look after.
By
the time the 'good ol' boys' had finally cinched the deal, Louise's fingers had
itched to wipe the smug grin of the overweight man whose pudgy fingers had been
making a slow and painful path up her leg. In a last ditch attempt to get away,
she had accidentally spilled her champagne down her front and had made her
excuses.
She
pushed her keycard through the lock of her hotel room door, and breathed a sigh
of relief when it swung open. She didn't bother to click on the light, too
focused on slinging her shoes off, and peeling herself out of her now sodden
dress.
"Would
you like some help with that, beautiful?" The deeply seductive voice
raised gooseflesh on her bare arms. She froze with her dress snagged over her
boobs and her head half covered with the hem of her dress, giving the owner of
that voice a perfect view of her stockings, suspenders, and lacy, black thong.
She on the other hand could not see a thing, though whoever that voice belonged
to must have turned on the light, because the room brightened through the gauze
of her self-induced blindfold.
She
turned into the general direction of that deep baritone.
"Who
are you, and what the fuck are you doing in my hotel room. I'll scream!"
The words came out breathy and muffled, and she tucked harder at the offending
fabric.
His
amused chuckle sent shivers down her exposed spine, and when she finally
managed to get the sodden fabric over her head, and she saw who was waiting for
her on the bed, those shivers turned into tingles of awareness.
Dressed
in nothing but red underpants and a jaunty Santa hat, Nathan smiled at her, and
she lost herself in his crystal blue gaze. His normally clean shaven face was
covered in the most delicious stubble, and as for the rest of that body. Holy
Shit. She knew he was well built. Even the non-descript coffee shop uniform
he normally wore couldn't disguise those broad shoulders and perfectly formed
biceps, but who knew her favorite Morning pick-me-up on the way to work, hid
such a clit clenching body underneath that drab work uniform.
Her
nipples peaked and her pussy clenched in need, as arousal dampened her thong,
and she bit her lip.
"It's
you? But what are you doing here, and how did you get in?"
Maybe
she had fallen asleep. Yes that had to be it. She had lusted after Nathan for
weeks, so naturally her subconscious would conjure him up. It had been way too
long since she had a little fun of the horizontal kind. Too bad Sexy Nathan
wasn't real, but she could make sure she had one hell of a dream, anyway.
His
next words confirmed her suspicions.
"I'm
your Christmas present, Louise." He stretched his hand out toward her, and
inhibitions forgotten she stepped toward temptation. His long, warm fingers
closed around hers and he gave her hand a sharp tug. She tumbled on top of him
with a shriek, and the breath left her lungs, when he flipped her over, until
she was pinned underneath him. She moaned and wiggled herself closer. Pressed
into the covers by his weight on top of her, she reveled in her helplessness
and his eyes darkened, as the unmistakable evidence of his need for her,
prodded against her belly.
He
groaned low in his throat and bent his head to nip her lip in warning.
Excitement pooled low in her core, and he smiled, whilst taking her arms and
pinning them high above her head.
"Hold
onto that headboard and do not let go. Do you hear me, Louise?"
There was an edge of command in his voice she had never heard before, and her
breath hitched in response. He smiled, when she curled her fingers round the
rail and then brushed a kiss across her lips. A mere whisper of a touch, but it
sent her need for him sky-high.
"Hmm,
I can taste the champagne you've had. But we need strawberries to go with that,
don't we."
He
lifted himself off her for a second and reached across to the nightstand. She
too looked across and her eyes widened at the bowl of fresh strawberries left
there. He picked one of the ripe fruits up and ran it along her jawbone, over
her cheek, down her nose and over her lips that parted automatically for him.
"That's
my girl."
The
approval in his voice warmed her already heated skin to inferno proportions and
she moaned low in her throat when he licked the lush fruit and bit into
it. Again he traced the contours of her
mouth, and this time she tasted him with the sweet fragrance of ripe strawberry
when she too bit into the fruit. Again and again he repeated the process until
the sticky juices of the fruit ran down her chin, over her throat and into the
valley of her breasts.
His
eyes darkened further as his gaze followed the crimson rivulets, and her hands
tightened on the rail. She shook with the effort it took to not reach out and
touch him. When he bent his head to suckle her bottom lip, her hips bucked off
the bed in response. The ache between her thighs became unbearable as he
deepened the kiss, and their tongues danced together in an ever more passionate
rhythm. He ground the thick, hard length of his erection into the juncture of her
thighs and she spread her legs wide, desperate for him to thrust into her. She
could feel his smile in the butterfly kisses, he trailed down her throat. He
licked a path of heated awareness along her sensitive skin, sending tingles of
arousal down toward her clit, with every lick of his hot tongue along her skin.
The slow torturous descent was driving her insane with need, and when he
finally blew against her hard nipples, she begged him to hurry up.
He
chuckled into the valley of her breasts, and pulled the cups of her bra down.
Her breasts ached and tightened in need, and she squirmed when he rubbed his
stubble across the oh so sensitive peaks of her nipples. He bit each one
lightly and the tiny pinpricks of pain zoomed straight to her clit.
"Please … please, Nathan. I need
you to fuck me now."
Louise
didn't recognize the needy porn star imitation of her voice pleading for him to
take her, to fuck her, to fill her with his cock. She was never that vocal
about her needs, but then she couldn't recall the last time a man had got her
so worked up, that she was hovering on the edge of her release already.
He
released her nipple with a pop, and shook his head.
"Oh
no, you're not ready yet."
"Yes,
yes, I am, please … I need … ooooh—" The ability to talk at all left her
completely when he licked a path along the quivering skin of her tummy, shouldered her legs open wider and ripped her sodden thong off her in one fluid
move.
"Look at me, sweet Louise."
She
followed the whispered words immediately and he gave her the most sinful smile,
before he licked his lips like a connoisseur.
"You
are so wet and swollen for me already. You have no idea how often I fantasized
about doing this. You're not going to rush me, now that I finally have you
where I want you."
She
frowned at the words. They seemed awfully odd for a dream, but before she could
say anything, his warm tongue pushed her pussy lips apart and Louise gave
herself up to sensation. He lapped at her slit like a man dying of thirst, and
the deep appreciative growls send almost painful vibrations to her swollen
clit. He licked around it in ever increasing circles, easing off every time she
came too close. Sweat trickled into her eyes and her hair stuck to her skin, as
her body climbed the rungs of bliss, only to be denied that elusive release
time and time again.
When
he pushed several fingers into her tight channel, her hungry pussy clenched
around the digits and Nathan swore into her folds.
He
withdrew completely and Louise was on the verge of tears.
"No,
please, I need you to…"
"Shh,
my sweet, I know. I know. You have done so well." His kiss was soothing
and arousing in equal measures and when he pulled back again and smiled at her,
she blinked the tears away.
There
was a rip of foil and her whole body tightened in need, as he positioned
himself between her thighs. He pushed into her slowly, carefully, awakening a
thousand little nerve endings in the process, as her body struggled to accept
his thick, hard length. He watched her carefully until finally he was seated to
the hilt and she was so full, she felt utterly complete, possessed, loved.
He
kissed her nose and ran his hands slowly up her arms until he reached her
fingers still tightly clenched around the rail of the headboard.
"Let go now, baby."
He
pulled out and thrust deep at the same time, and Louise saw stars, as her body
tightened around him. He clasped her hands in his, and thrust again, pounding
her into the soft covers, marking every inch of her as his. Together they
climbed, faster, harder, until the ripples started deep within her core.
Nathan
swore and increased his rhythm, pushing her over the edge, and as her internal
walls closed around him, he too tensed and growled his own release into her
neck. Caught in the myriad of sensations assaulting her, Louise bucked against
him, hopelessly filled and surrounded by him, as he pushed her body into one
earth shattering orgasm after the other.
She
screamed her release, until her voice was hoarse and when the room finally
stopped spinning, he rolled off her slowly and drew her into his side.
"Merry
Christmas, Louise."
She
smiled and curled into him, her last conscious thought, before she drifted off
to sleep, that she must go away more often, if she had dreams like that.
Nathan
smiled down at the woman in his arms and sent a silent prayer of thanks up to
the powers that be. He had a lot of explaining to do in the morning, but now he
had her, he was never going to let her go.
She
was his very own Christmas Miracle.
(Copyright 2012 Doris O'Connor)
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Have a fantastic time this festive season, however you celebrate it.
D xx
And a very merry Christmas to you. Thanks for the heat on a very dreich Scottish Christmas day.
ReplyDeleteI'm so pleased you've had such a great year...
Thanks, Raven, and have a great day! x
DeleteMerry Christmas Doris! I bought a copy of your "For the love of mutt". Can't wait to read. Lynn
ReplyDeleteYey, hope you like my sexy Mutt ;-) Have a great Christmas, Lynn!
DeleteThis was a delightful Christmas treat! Merry Christmas Doris!
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas Doris, such a delicious dessert for a midnight snack on Christmas Eve. Thanks for the treat!
ReplyDelete:)Piper
Merry Christmas ;)
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing the delightful story
Merry Christmas & thank you so much for this unexpected gift!
ReplyDeleteThanks all! Glad you liked my little tale. He proved too inspirational to not write something :-D
ReplyDeleteHappy Holidays! Thanks for the great short story!!
ReplyDeletePerfect ending to a perfect day :)
ReplyDeleteThank you xx