SAM
Last night was a whirlwind, and I had to fight every fiber in my body not to bury myself inside of her. The way she pulsed and quivered had me groaning in anticipation for the day I’d feel her around more than my hand.
Make me yours.
The phrase flitted through my head, repeating over and over. I didn't have to ‘make her’ do anything. She knew who she needed, and her cunt reminded her of it every time I touched her.
I stared at her sleeping form. She was glowing, relaxed, and sleeping soundly. When I was confident she was fast asleep, I took a peek at the list she’d made. With what she was requesting, you’d never know she had such little experience. I knew what she wanted now.
She was kinky, I’d give her that, and likely repressed from her years with someone who couldn’t give her needs a second thought. Unable to get it off my mind, I snatched it from the top of the nightstand, already forming a plan.
Bondage
Role play
Striptease
Anal
Exhibitionism
Choking
Spanking
Some of these kinks were a pretty good starting point for both of us. I’d do some research before she woke up, and as time went on, so I could keep her safe during the riskier activities. Why not test some limits while we are here? Create healthy boundaries, and have fun now that we have jumped off that cliff together?
I rolled over to grab my phone from the nightstand, flicking through my apps until I found the internet icon. Opening it up, I keyed in some of these fantasies. I didn’t want to accidentally crush her windpipe and kill her.
My phone buzzed as an alert flashed across the screen, notifying me that my package had arrived. I practically jumped out of bed to grab it. Thank fuck for delivery service, and snow plows.
In no time, I was dressed in velvet red shorts that hugged my package, leaving little to the imagination, and accentuated with adjustable suspenders that snapped against my chest when I put them on. I peeked into the bag, expecting a jacket or another form of clothing to really get into the Santa thing, but only found a white fur-trimmed hat and a realistic white beard. I finished the ensemble and faced the mirror, my grin hidden under the beard as I inspected myself.
You go, Sexy Santa.
Twisting the handle, I stepped into the chilled room. A blanket of fresh snow covered the sill, and a squirrel sat by the edge, eyeing me like I looked ridiculous. I did, but if it would make her happy, I was all for it.
I knelt at the side of the bed and ran my fingers softly up and down her back. The exposed skin was warm under my touch,and little goosebumps formed along the curve of her spine. Her eyes opened after a few moments, half a smile forming while the other side of her face stayed squished in the pillow.
She took in my form, raking her eyes up and down my body before a giggle slipped from her lips. “Sam, what the hell are you wearing?”
“I may have taken a sneak peek at your list,” I grunted, and snapped the suspenders, sending a ripple straight to my lower abdomen. “Consider me your object of pleasure, Ma’am.”
She sat up, leaned back against the headboard with her brows furrowed, body relaxed as she spoke. “You really don’t have to.”
“You want to have fun this weekend, right?”
“Well, yeah, but–”
“We’re connecting. Opening a door…right?”
“We…are.”
“Then stop acting like you have a candy cane up your ass. Unless you want to end up that way. Get dressed and meet me downstairs,” I said, tone light but firm as I dropped the flimsy plastic bag at her side. “Time to decorate, you naughty little elf.”
While Lucy was getting ready, I found myself shifting uncomfortably on the couch. My body practically vibrated in anticipation. I wanted tonight to be perfect. Would she love the night I had planned? Why the hell was I so nervous?
It’s been so long.
