The 14 Days of Christmas

I pushed my hands up under his untucked, cotton shirt. “You’re so sexy,” I said, guiding the jumper up. Our eyes met and he took over, stripping off his top.

Fate had brought us here. The two of us. To a village where neither of us was ourselves for the night. I had nothing to lose and everything to gain.

I pressed a kiss at the juncture between his collarbones, just above the neck of his crisp, white t-shirt before stripping off my blue and white jumper.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, rolling me to my back and crawling on top of me, inching up my t-shirt and pushing it up over my head. “But I have to admit, I’m a little disappointed that the Christmas theme doesn’t extend to your underwear.” He glanced down at my plain white bra.

“If it makes up for it, Santa’s waiting in my jeans,” I replied.

He chuckled. “Wow. Okay. I’ve never been into threesomes but for Santa, I’d have to make an exception.” He tugged down my jeans and placed a kiss on my underwear, just over my clit, like he was putting me on notice of what was to come.

And I was here for it.

All of it.

I wanted to sink into tonight and enjoy Sebastian, forgetting the outside world for as long as we were together.

He trailed kisses up my inner thigh before stripping off my underwear and leaving me lying, totally naked, on the bed. He stood, his gaze travelling up and down my body like he was making a mental note of how the next however-long was going to go. He undressed, not rushing as he kept focused on me.

And I focused on him right back.

Fourteen

Sebastian

I didn’t know where to start. She was like lush, ripe fruit that I wanted to sink my teeth into, suck, and feel drip down my chin. I grazed my lips over her breasts as she writhed and squirmed below me.

My cock was straining, desperate to bury deep into her, but I was going to wait. I wanted to explore her.

I swept my hands up her thighs, my thumbs hooking under her hip bones as I spread my fingers around her tiny waist. Her wet pussy almost dared me to dip down and take a taste, but I wanted a few minutes just to enjoy the sight of her before I feasted.

“Sebastian, are you going to torture me?”

The corners of my mouth flickered in response. “Maybe a little.”

She sighed and closed her eyes and I began to make my way up her body, pressing small, chaste kisses against her snow-soft skin. I started at her ankles, moving up as I desperately tried to quench my thirst for her by exploring every inch of her incredible, gorgeous body.

As I got to the top of her thighs, she tensed. I pressed another innocent kiss on her mound and she exhaled as I lulled her into a false sense of security.

Without warning, I changed tack. Instead of continuing my climb up her body, I dipped my tongue into her slit, circling her clit, finding her deliciously wet. She was sweet inside and out, and my cock reared in appreciation. I pushed her thighs wide and covered her with my mouth, sucking and licking, pushing my tongue inside her and running it up and down her folds.

“It’s so good,” she huffed out. “So, so, so, so good.”

Pride mixed with relief that I was able to make her feel good—as good as I felt when I was around her. She’d been entirely unexpected and had made my trip to Snowsly not just bearable but enjoyable. As I pressed my tongue deeper and rounded her clit with my thumb, she pulled a pillow onto her face and groaned into it. She began to shiver, her legs vibrating as if whatever she was feeling inside was spilling out. She was joyously responsive, and when she tensed and called out my name into the pillow, I made gentle, soothing strokes with my tongue over her pulsing clit.

“That tongue,” she croaked out, her arm flopped across her face, the pillow falling onto the floor.

I stood and pulled a condom from my wallet. Christ, I was so hard for her now. So fucking ready to bury myself in her. I knew I had to be patient, but I was so full with lust I could hardly see straight. It was going to take until next Christmas to do all the things I wanted to do to her.

She pushed up on her elbows, her perfect breasts undulating as if they knew the effect they had on me and were trying to reciprocate their own kind of torture. Then she drew up her legs and sat upright. Cross legged. “It seems only fair before we use that . . .” She nodded toward the condom that I was about to tear open. “That I get to taste you.”