Page 20 of Naughty & Nice
Pushing up on my toes, I cover his mouth with mine. We kiss until I can’t be sure if we’re shaking from the icy air or the heat of the kiss. He chuckles when I whisper something about Santa bringing me what I wished for this Christmas for me to unwrap early.
Before I get to unwrap him like I tease, we take the day to enjoy the holiday village. We see all the sights and enjoy the sounds. We share lunch at the little café we started the day headed for. As we head for the hotel for the tour I promised, he starts a snowball fight, but I finish it.
We head back to the hotel but don’t bother with the tour or even booking a room. With the guests crowding the town we have the place to ourselves. I lead him to a small sitting room I used an office with a roaring fire and lit up tree in the corner.
Before I can lock the door, he’s pushing at my clothes, telling me he wants me naked. And he wants itnow. This bossy side of him makes me so hot I forget all about our snow-soaked clothes. They hit the hardwood floors with a smack as he heads for the huge oak desk.
“I need to feel you again. Need you wrapped around me hot and tight, sunshine,” he pants his words into my neck, kissing, biting, marking my icy flesh.
Shaking with the need to have him filling me again, I can only nod. Bent over the desk, I watch the flickering fire as he drops behind me, holding my hips in his big hands. I cry out as an orgasm starts the second he licks his hot tongue through my wet folds.
“Oliver,” I moan, a hand behind me going into his wet hair, “no, I want to come together. Please, with you inside me.”
“Hold on tight for me, baby.” He presses a crudely wet kiss between my legs before his chest is pressing to my back.
Just a punch of his powerful hips and he’s sunken deep inside me again. I do hold tight as he pumps rhythmically, but not just to the desk he has me spread over. I hold tight to this feeling. This bright and buzzing feeling that floods me when he touches me, when he tells me how perfect it is, when he promises me it will always be so good, so hot, so right.
I hold on to every wish I made for a second chance.
Together we come fast and hard, shuddering as our pleasure courses through us in unison. Sticky and spent, we cling together by the fireplace, still tangled up together. As we dress at last, he suggests we spend the rest of the weekend here together, to truly see enjoy the magic here.
“It’s almost Christmas,” he says as he looks at me exactly how I have hoped he would for so long, “we will be home in Harmony Hollow to celebrate soon. This weekend isourChristmas. No blueprints or plans for the next few days. Just the two of us getting our Christmas wishes.”
His eyes sparkle with hope and joy and my heart feels as if it’s healing smile by smile. He kisses me and leads me to check in where we ask for a suite for the next three days. And a do-not-disturb sign.
Christmas is a week away but he promises I can unwrap the gift I asked Santa for anytime I want. I promise I will always be naughty and nice because that’s what he told his little elf he wanted.
Seems like we really are both getting our Christmas wishes, thanks to the magic we found here.
