Page 81 of Five Days of Christmas Spice

I watch the strings of wax decorating me like icing on a cake and exhale. I feel slightly chilled as the wax coats my torso, goosebumps rise across my skin.

Noel looks so gorgeous in the red glow of the lights around us. Every move he makes is so sure and confident.

He turns from me and then comes back with a red candle.

Holding it above my breasts, Noel lets the wax drip close to my skin. I shiver as a flow of wax crosses my nipple.

“Gorgeous. You like this, Holly?”

“Yes, yes! Yes.” The droplets of wax are warm and soothing. My head feels floaty.

The wax builds up so slowly around my breasts, droplet by droplet, my breasts are covered.

Noel massages the wax into my breasts, and I am so hot with want and need I feel like I’m going to combust and break out through this shell of wax.

He keeps building up a multi-coloured cone shape around my breast, and I can’t predict where the droplets are going to hit.

The sensation ebbs a little as he continues, one long wax strand after another.

I feel like a painting in progress, and he’s almost detached, as if he has to apply the next brushstroke.

My boobs are covered in blue, purple and red. The strands are beautiful, and a part of me wants to stay in this wax cocoon forever.

Noel leans down and kisses me, his familiar taste flaring my want even more.

“May I blindfold you?”

A tiny bit of fear ratchets up from my spine. But this is Noel, and I trust him.

“Yes.”

The silky blindfold settles over my face. I can’t see through, but I can make out the light.

I jump as rivets of wax hit, unable to see where the wax will land on my body, heightening the sensation of dulled fire touching my skin.

Quicker than I can follow, ribbons of heat drape across my flesh.

It’s so good.

Soothing and unexpected, the wax touches my skin seconds later with more burn than the last droplet.

My mind floats in a cloud of pleasure, arrowed to the need between my legs.

I moan because I am aching with want.

The wax drips down my breast to my torso but doesn’t reach my mound.

I whimper as his hands continue to massage and work in the warmth.

“Now this.” Noel presses something cool against my cheek.

“Is that the vibe?” I grin.

“Yes, Holly. I want you to come as I coat every inch of your body in wax.”

He slips the vibrator into my body that welcomes it without resistance.

A moment later, it hums to life, sensations buzz through me.

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