Reaching inside the bag, she pulls out a tin decorated with snowmen and holds it out like an offering. “Merry Christmas, Jon.”
I take it from her hand, fingers brushing hers, and for the first time all damn day, I don’t feel alone.
Inside is an array of different cookies that instantly fill my penthouse with a delicious smell. “Dani and I made them.” Grabbing one, I take a bite, and it brings me back to one of the last times I spent Christmas with my father. While we didn’t bake them, one of his neighbors dropped some cookies off, and we had them with dinner.
Lizzy doesn’t even realize what this means to me. “Thank you so much.” The coldness that blanketed me suddenly melts away just by her presence. “What else is in the bag?” I ask.
Smiling, her cheeks redden as she stares up at me. “Oh,” she begins. “That’s for later. But I do have one gift I wanted you to have now.”
Curiously, I watch as she undoes the tie that is keeping her coat closed. She slips it off her shoulders and it hits the floor. My knees feel weak, and my jaw nearly drops to the floor, joining her coat.
Her hands land on her hips as she flaunts her Christmas-themed bra and panty set with a sheer red overcoat that leaves nothing to the imagination.
All of this is paired with black heels and her brown curls. I forget everything I’ve been thinking about for the entire day in just seconds after seeing her like this.
“So, how do I look?”
She looks so stunning and sexy. I can’t even muster up words to answer her, so I just nod as my mouth hangs wide open. Without warning, I scoop her up into my arms, fireman style, and she shrieks excitedly as I carry her swiftly toward the bedroom.
Once we reach my bed, I toss her down gently on my black, satin sheets and bite my bottom lip as I take in her beauty. Seeing her in my bed is something I could definitely get used to.
Having her show up when I feel at my lowest during the holiday season just shows how incredible she really is.
I want to show her how much I appreciate everything she does for me, even if she doesn’t know she’s doing it. I want her to feel even a glimpse of how good she makes me feel on a daily basis.
Before climbing on the bed along with her, I turn and walk over to my dresser, pulling open the small top drawer and looking down at the variety of neckties I’ve accumulated over the years.
Grabbing the two softest ones I own, I turn back around and slowly make my way back to Lizzy. “And what are those for, Mr. Clark?” she asks seductively.
Smirking deviously, I nod my head, gesturing for her to scoot up on the bed, and as she follows my silent directions, I climb onto the bed and straddle her. I take each wrist and delicately tie my ties around them, attaching the other end to the posts on either side of my headboard.
As she lies beneath me, left defenseless, the only thing I want to do is take control of her body, paying special attention to every single inch of her skin to make her feel good.
“Do you trust me?” As I peer down at her, she bites her bottom lip softly and nods yes.
Leaning over to my nightstand, I reach into the drawer and pull out a sleep mask I use sometimes when I can’t shut my brain off. Then I place it over her eyes, leaving her in the dark.
As I slide down her body, my fingertips lightly trail on her skin, causing her to gasp every time I touch a sensitive spot. For a moment, I stop at the end of the bed and look at her beauty as she lies in the lingerie she chose just for me.
I want to take her, make her my own, but right now, I want to please her.
Lowering myself down onto the bed, I slide my face between her legs, kissing the skin on her thighs as I slide up closer. My finger runs down her panties directly over her slit and her hips jerk slightly as her lips part, releasing another light gasp.
As I tease her over her panties, I feel how excited it’s making her as it soaks the cloth that is separating me from her.
As badly as I want to restrain myself, I ultimately lose the teasing battle, and my finger hooks under the strings that lie on her hips and slides her thong down her legs and onto the floor.
I feel myself growing harder against the bed as I slide my finger into her slit, finding her clit instantly, causing her to jolt once more. I’ve never had the experience of being tied up or having a blindfold on, but I can only imagine from her reaction that it only heightens every touch.
My finger travels further down, and I slip it into her, feeling just how ready she is for me. As my finger curls up against her spot, my tongue lands on her clit, and I am instantly taken back to the first time we spent the night together in the cabin.
She seemed to thoroughly enjoy humming before, so I decide to bring that back and begin humming low for the extra vibrations to hit every nerve ending possible. My eyes peer up at her, and she grips the ties, pulling as her head falls back harder against the pillow, and she moans.
Her hips start moving in a downward motion against my mouth, telling me silently to keep going just the way that I am. But selfishly, I pull my finger out of her and my tongue travels to her dripping hole and laps up every bit of her sweet nectar.
“Oh my God!” she cries out, and her body begins to wriggle against my tongue. “Jon…”
I can tell she wants to run her hands through my hair as she struggles against her restraints. In an instant, as if hearing her moan my name is the green light my body needs, I climb to my knees and grab her legs, pulling her closer to me, yet further from the headboard.
