Wednesday, December 15, 2010

All I Want for Christmas...part one

I thought for a small gift to my readers and fans, I'd pen a short Christmas story. It's a hot one. So grab a Hot Toddy, find a blanket--or better yet, the lap of the one you love--and settle in for the first part of a hot Christmas night.

How to give the man the perfect gift?

Jessica adjusted the bow between her breasts. Nick should arrive at any moment from his yearly ride. Sure, she loved knowing he made millions of people--namley children--very happy. But spending time making toys of all shapes and sizes for more than just kids...well, it took lots of time. She didn't mind sharing him. The world loved him.

Problem was, so did she. And a girl could get pretty lonely on Christmas Even when the man she loved wasn't home.

She smoothed the straps over her shoulders. The marabou at her hips tickled her sensitive skin. Running her fingers over the slippery skirt, she danced to a song only she could hear as she peered at her reflection in the mirror. Her nipples puckered in the chilly air. She bit her bottom lip and stole a look at the clock.

He'd be back soon. Magic and glitter sparkled in the air.

What if he walked in? Jessica glanced at the door. Silence filled the air. Hmmm. She rubbed her thighs together. Just a touch. Wouldn’t hurt anything. Might even take the edge off. She sat down in the overstuffed rocker and her legs fell open. The spicy scent of her arousal filled the air. Her damp panties clung to the slick skin.

Everyone spent time on the Naughty List.

She snorted. It wasn’t like she’d never touched herself. But to have him walk in? Talk about happy accidents. She grabbed the remote next to the chair and clicked on music. Holly jolly Christmas tunes blared from the three foot speakers. She scrunched her nose and adjusted the sound. Flicking through the discs, she debated her choices. Definitely something...throbbing. Lots of bass. The first strains of a deep guitar lick started and she nodded.

The remote slipped from her fingers as she eased back in the chair. Her eyelids drooped. He might not be home yet, but damn if she’d waste the moment. She untied the chemise with one hand and placed her other hand at the thin band of her panties.

Thumps on the rooftop signaled his arrival. Always the showman. She snickered and caressed her mound. People saw Nick and projected their vision of the jolly old elf. No one really knew the dashing sleigh driver never aged past thirty-two. His hair wasn’t white and his belly certainly didn’t jiggle.

Ah, the wonders of fantasy and projection. She moaned and tugged the skimpy satin aside, plunging two fingers into her silky depths. Nick embodied the wonders of the season and the best of human nature. Her nipples pebbled as footfalls echoed in the hallway. Far from a saint, he made her holiday wishes come true over and over. Didn’t hurt he knew quite a bit of magic. And the magic he did with her body.

She closed her eyes and licked her lips, imaging Nick wasn’t in the other room conferring with the elves but rather in the bedroom with her, making her Christmas wishes come true. She gasped and bucked her hips, fucking her fingers.

“Nick,” she murmured and plucked her nipple, so close to going over the edge into ecstasy. “Oh!”
Voices from the other room broke into her sensual fog. She stilled. Oh shit. Having the elves hear her wasn’t on the agenda. She brushed an errant lock of hair from her eyes and strained to listen for him. The voices died away into nothing. The refrigerator door thunked shut and glass clinked in the other room. His milk and cookies. How man could sustain himself on confections never ceased to amaze her. Instead of standing before the fire as she’d planned, Jessica placed the satin back over pussy and hooked her leg over the arm of the chair. Her climax could wait for him. Hell, she wanted it that way.

The door opened and electricity zinged through her veins. Nick strode into their bedroom, his coat dusted with snow. He slid the hat off his head. “My love, you waited up.” Amber and jade sparkled in his eyes as a grin kinked his mouth. “For me?”

She swallowed past the lump in her throat. Love and lust crashed within her body. “This is our night. I’ll always wait for you.”

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