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COREY INVITED US TO stay after the kids were put to bed, but I declined. There was something else I had planned, and the night was still young. I gave my brother a hug and accepted our doggie bag full of turkey slices.
Sunny leaned forward to whisper in my ear, “He’s a keeper.”
I know, right? I mouthed back, walking out the front door.
We climbed into the car, and the first thing Brad did was kiss me hard. It stole my breath and made my heart race. He pulled back a moment later, a satisfied look on his face. “I’ve been wanting to do that all night.”
“My place or yours?” I asked.
“Definitely mine,” he replied, releasing the parking brake.
We drove back to Brad’s mansion, talking about the evening we’d just had. It was the first time I’d experienced that component of holiday dinners. The blow-by-blow playback of the evening was something I’d witnessed in some of the films I’d watched had but never had the pleasure of participating in myself.
“Chloe’s a firecracker,” Brad observed.
“Don’t I know it,” I agreed.
“And Sunny’s kind of a take-charge person,” he said.
“She has her moments. I think it’s partially because she’s the breadwinner.”
“She is?”
“Yeah,” I responded, checking him out as he drove. “You didn’t think Corey could afford that house with what he makes in the barn?”
“I hadn’t thought about it,” Brad replied.
We talked dirt about my family the whole way home, and it was fun. Neither of us was being judgmental or cruel, but there was a level of honesty that we achieved that had been missing from my life up to that point.
I almost forgot what I had planned when we got home, but as soon as the estate melted out of the trees, my fire began to burn brighter. I walked up the steps with my boyfriend, carrying the leftovers bag. Brad opened the door, and before I had a chance to set the turkey down, he crushed me into his arms, kissing me passionately.
I allowed myself to be swept away for just a moment, knowing that my plans weren’t exactly necessary. The man was as turned on as he could get, and it was all because we were in love. But I had planned this evening ever since Brad and I got back together, and I wasn’t going to be distracted.
“The turkey,” I managed.
“Screw the turkey,” he replied.
I bit my lips closed, wiggling my way out of his embrace. “I have a surprise for you.”
“I hope it’s something sexy,” he answered, eyeing me with a deep-seated lust.
“It is,” I said, feeling a tug deep inside where my hormones hid when they weren’t needed. I was about to pull them out with glorious fanfare, but I needed a few minutes to get ready. “Give me fifteen minutes, and then come up to the bedroom.”
He nodded, holding his hand out for the doggie bag. I passed it over, hightailing it up the stairs before I lost my window of opportunity. Inside Brad’s bedroom, I found the lingerie bag I had stashed a few nights ago. It was a Christmas-themed teddy, with a red bustier and white fur lining the skirt. I’d tried it on in the store, in the privacy of the changing room, and I thought it looked pretty good. Slipping into it in the bathroom, I checked myself out in the mirror.
It was a far cry from the overly conservative dress I had worn to court, and even then Brad couldn’t keep his hands off me. The sight of this little number was going to drive him crazy.
I brushed my hair and my teeth, applying just a little bit of perfume. When I was all set, my fifteen minutes were up, and I could hear Brad’s footsteps in the hall. Thinking quickly, I reached for Brad’s bathrobe. It was hanging on a hook by the door and would be the perfect “wrapping paper” to cover my gift. Racing to the bedroom, I dimmed the lights.
He caught me just as I was hurrying back to the bed. I wasn’t sure whether to lie down or stand up. Tossing my hair behind one shoulder, I made my stand in the middle of the room. He gave me a critical glance, not sure what I had in mind.
“Are you going to unwrap your present?” I asked in as sultry a voice as I could manage.
He stepped close, his eyes warm and intent. He brushed his fingertips along my jaw, almost as if he was going to kiss me. But instead of following through, he reached for the tie that bound the robe.
My heart leapt into my throat as I felt the terrycloth binding slip away. The robe fell open, revealing my provocative outfit. I watched his eyes for signs of appreciation, and I wasn’t dismayed. His gaze lit up, and I knew this was the best present I could have given him.
He gently removed the entire robe, tossing it onto a chair. Returning to me, he snaked one arm behind my back and used the other hand to wrap around my knuckles. I wasn’t sure what was going on. I expected a wild and frenzied kiss, or an immediate lunge for the bed. It took me a moment to realize that we were dancing.
He swung from left to right, pivoting on his heels before lowering me into a dip. I nearly laughed, but there was an intensity to the performance that stole my breath. Without music, without an audience, we circled the bedroom. I put my head down against his chest and let myself be carried away.
When the moment was over, he carefully bent his knees to scoop me up into his arms. Rising to his full height, he took two full steps, bringing us to the bed. He laid me down gently, as if I was a China doll. I didn’t know what had gotten into him. Just minutes earlier, he was a raging storm, and now he was a summer breeze.
I rose up onto my elbows, mesmerized as he sat down next to me. Without a word, he pulled his sweatshirt off, tossing it onto the nightstand. There was a T-shirt underneath, and beneath the thin layer of fabric, I could see the rise and fall of his copious muscles. He started to take the T-shirt off, but I stopped him with a quiet hand.
Climbing onto my knees, I sat beside him, replacing his hands with my own. I grasped the hem of his shirt and lifted it up over his chest, relishing the view as I continued pulling until he was finally free. I kissed him hesitantly at first, climbing into his lap.
He put his hands on my hips, pressing the soft fluff of the micro skirt into my sides. I was wearing no underwear and no bra, the nightgown the sum total of my outfit. His jeans were the only thing left to keep us apart, but at the pace we were going, they weren’t likely to come off anytime soon.
His lips tasted like Christmas dinner, his arms powerful as they held me close. He ran his hands up and down my back, giving me the shivers. I closed my lips on his tongue, sucking forcefully until I could feel his engine start up again.
I reached up to circle his neck with my fingers. Pressing his head to one side, I eagerly attacked his earlobe. Nibbling on the firm cartilage, I continued upward with my nails, scraping through the short hair from the nape of his neck to the crown of his head.
He pulled back, his eyes burning with desire. Taking me by the elbows, he lifted me off of his lap and tossed me onto the pillow. I didn’t even have time to adjust my hips before he climbed on top of me. Pushing my knees apart with his own, he settled between them, his body one tight machine.
I was pinned beneath him, the weight of his hips and the strength of his core pushing me down into the mattress. He kissed me eagerly, with none of the reserve he had shown upon first entering the room.
Brad was mercurial, tender and passionate at the same time. I held on for a wild ride, reaching my fingers through the ornate bed frame to hold on. He pressed his crotch into mine, mimicking the act that would culminate in paradise. Kissing down my jaw line, he punctuated each press of his lips with a thrust of his waist. I felt a wave of satisfaction rise over me, nearly double the intensity of normal life. My nipples grew hard underneath their satin covering, my breasts tender as they heaved between us.
He hauled back, releasing my core from its delicious confinement. Kissing his way down my chest, he reached the fur of the teddy and skipped over it. His kisses resumed on my abdomen, tracing a path that had only one destination.
I closed my eyes, squeezing the headboard with shaking fingers. I felt him through my legs up over his shoulders and settle down in the spot that was already soaking wet. He pushed a finger up inside me, making me cry out with delight.
Dragging it in and out, he proved that I was his to play with. I nearly climaxed again as he exhaled a stream of cold air on my heated mound before diving in with his mouth to lick the surface clean.
While his fingers worked their magic inside, his tongue did its fair share on the exterior. I felt my heartbeat increase until I was afraid it would leap out of its cage. My breath came hot and fierce, my chest heaving under the pressure. He was taking me to a place I had only ever visited with him. That magical realm where reality burned away and there were only two throbbing creatures of light, conjoined.
“Brad!” I screamed. “I need you.”
He heeded the call, leaving my precious space and traveling up my body. With one hand, he undid his fly, tugging his pants off and unleashing his weapon. With the other hand, he balanced right above me, the space between us a cosmic electric storm.
I wanted to kiss him, but I couldn’t find the energy. My head was swimming, and my limbs felt weak. I just waited for him to come, but I didn’t have to wait very long. When he was ready, he took me by one arm and rolled me over.
My rear end sprouted toward him, my face in the pillow. Somehow I found the strength to push myself up onto my hands and knees. He reached around me, taking my fingers and wrapping them around the headboard.
Kissing my shoulder blades and the nape of my neck, he circled my chest to palm one of my breasts. It was agony, having him so close and yet not engaged. I felt like a wire stretched so taut it was about to break. I needed to feel him inside, and I needed it badly. This was one of those times when he slowed down to shower me with affection. I felt the culmination of his passion when he slipped two fingers up my glistening slit.
Pushing his way inside, he teased me again. I let out a breath of frustration. It felt good, but I needed to go all the way. I was about to remind him that we were on a tight schedule. I was floating close to bliss, but I couldn’t see my way into the castle yet. He pulled his hand back and slapped me on the rear. It wasn’t hard, and it didn’t hurt, but it surprised me. Without another word, he took his place at my entrance and pushed his cock in.
My stomach dropped at the sudden release. It was as if all the forces in the universe came together into one magnetic center. I was the queen of everything, and he was my king; we had no past and no future, only this one shining moment to last for all eternity.
Brad flipped his switch from tender to energized, rocking into my flesh with heavy strokes. I held on to the bed post, crying out with nearly every surge. He filled me to bursting, rubbing his fat dick into my swollen core. It was intense and fantastic. I rode the waves of pleasure as they crashed into my soul, taking me further and further from the shores of ordinary life.
Finally he crested and rammed his rod so deep into me that I could feel it in my toes. A delicious scream ripped from my lips as I joined him on the mountain top. Ecstasy burst through me, exploding behind my eyes and showering me with confetti. My muscles clenched and released and clenched again. I put my head down, releasing my death grip on the bed frame.
He bent over me, restoring his hand on my breast and giving it a gentle stroke. He stayed inside me until we both cramped up and were forced to change positions. Tumbling into each other’s arms, we cuddled on top of the covers. He kissed my shoulder and my neck, making a sound that almost seemed like a purr.
I stroked his arm with my fingertips, imagining that he was a big cat and that we were lounging together after making love in the wild. It was almost too good to be true. The best part about the whole situation was that we had no time limit. We could wake up and make love all over again, go to breakfast and come back together, spend a lifetime joining whenever we wanted to.
“Merry Christmas,” Brad said dreamily.
“Merry Christmas,” I responded, closing my eyes and sinking into heaven.
