There’s a meow from my living room. She breaks away from my mouth to tilt her head and find the source. I growl and glare over my shoulder at Max who is in his usual spot on the sofa. “Max meet Felicity.”
“Hi Max!” She waves at him, and his tail does a swirl like he’s waving back. “Oh my god, Nolan he’s beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as you are naked, I’m sure.”
She blushes, and I finish undoing her blouse. My lips kiss the shell of her ear, and then I push her blouse to the ground and pull her down the hall to my bedroom, watching her beautiful breasts bounce as we go.
Five minutes later, we’re skin-to-skin and all the playful kidding is over. We’re needy in a serious way, grabbing and rubbing and kissing and panting. I reach for the drawer in my nightstand and pull out a condom, but I drop it on the bed and lie down on my back between the condom and Felicity. She rolls towards me curling her naked body against the side of mine and holds my cheek in her palm as her tongue slides into my mouth and across mine. When the kiss breaks, my voice is so husky with arousal I don’t recognize it, but the words are all me. “I want you to reach up and grab that leather headboard with both hands and then straddle my face so I can lick you until you come all over me.”
She lets out one of those breathy little gasps again. But she grants me my wish and as her pretty little pussy hovers half an inch from my face I whisper “It’s a fucking Christmas miracle” before I take my first lick.
She lets out a throaty moan, and my restraint rides away on it. I lick her with abandon. She moans louder the wetter she gets, and then, when I add some fingers to the mix, she arches her back, and the only sound she makes is desperate panting. Her hips gyrate, helping me with a needy rhythm, and when my lips find her clit and I flick my tongue over it again and again, she breaks, coming hard across my fingers and mouth.
It may be selfish, but I barely give her a chance to ride it out before I reach up and pull her by her hips, guiding her off of my face and onto her back. The only care I show is to the condom as I roll it on carefully so it doesn’t tear and then I align myself with her entrance and push her hair off her face. Her eyes flutter. “Don’t hold back now.”
So I don’t. I slide right into her hard and fast, and holy shit I see stars. Or Christmas lights. Something sparkly and absolutely magical. I pump into her over and over at a relentless pace and she grabs my ass and holds on, not letting me slow down. Not that I want to. But then, I feel her tighten and she looks me right in my eyes, which I’m sure are crazed with lust and she says. “You make me so fucking wet at work I’ve thought about masturbating to you on my lunch break.”
“Oh fuck.” I completely lose control and explode inside of her like one of those canons they use to hurl T-shirts into the stand at games.
I collapse on top of her, and she wraps her arms lazily across my shoulders, sighing contently. I focus on the pounding of her heart against mine. They’re oddly in sync, just like we are now. “Felicity?”
“Yeah?”
“This is the best holiday memory I’ve made.”
“Play your cards right, and I’ll make your New Year’s pretty memorable too,” she quips.
“I’m gonna hold you too that,” I whisper back. “And please pencil me in for Valentine’s Day, Easter and President’s Day too.”
She lets out a breathy giggle, so I feel the need to add. “I’m not kidding, Felicity. You and me, this is a thing. I don’t want to stop.”
Her laughter fades and she tilts her head so we can look at each other. A gentle blush creeps back into her cheeks. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
I kiss her. A soft promise of all that’s still to come.
“Nolan?’
“Yeah?”
“You still have to dress up as Santa tomorrow.”
“Argh!” I growl but I’m smiling into her neck.
Because she won. This woman won the stupid little competition we were having, and my heart. I’ll do anything for her. Just like the damn cat, she’s here to stay. And just like with Max, I’m not the least bit upset about it.
Chapter 14
Feliclity
“You’re smiling pretty big,” Ellery notes as she breezes into my office. She’s wearing a full-length, faux fur coat in a glittering, pristine white, and her arms are piled with bags. She plops them all on my desk, covering the entire surface. “That must mean everything is going smoothly for the party?”
“Actually, the pouring rain means we have to move the party inside and no one is ready for that, the inflatable reindeer has a whole in it, and Santa’s throne is still being constructed because they lost the screws that hold it together and had to run the hardware store, “ I inform her as I stand up, because I can’t see her through the mountain of gifts she dropped on my desk. “And apparently, we still have wrapping to do.”
“Never fear, I wrap at the speed of light,” Ellery shrugs out of her coat. “If everything is chaos, why are you smiling then?”
I stare at her and bite my lip. Then I shift my eyes to the hallway through my open door. I don’t see anyone out there, so maybe I can tell Ellery and no one will overhear. I step around my desk, close my door and lean against it. “Because I had sex. And it was ah-mazing.”
Ellery squeals and I shush her, so she covers her mouth and jumps up and down, her hair bouncing off her shoulders. “Who? How? When?”
