Sitting snuggled next to JT watching A Christmas Story while her daughter slept upstairs was unimaginably sweet. Another fantasy she’d never dared to have.
She’d seen the movie so many times, she no longer laughed out loud, but she did smile at the familiar scenes that were like old friends. She understood the parents far better now than she had as a kid.
The Santa scene always made her think of JT in the Santa suit. JT’s Santa was so very different, but he was a man not naturally comfortable around kids, and so the role had been a trial for him. But he’d done it because he loved giving gifts.
She’d forgotten that about him. His genuine joy at being able to bring light into the lives of children in need. She’d pretty much fallen in love with him the first night she’d watched him struggle in the role of Santa.
They watched in comfortable silence. The movie ended with a happy Ralphie, then started again. Alexandra reached for the remote and hit the Mute button.
“Should we look for something else to watch?” he asked.
She shook her head. “I don’t want to watch TV.”
“What do you want?”
“The same thing I wanted the first Christmas Eve we spent together.”
He smiled. “My body.”
“Can you blame me?”
“Nah. I’m pretty exceptional. But you know there’s a price.”
“How much you charging for milk these days?”
“Same thing I’ve always wanted from you. Your time. Your attention.”
“I’m sort of trapped here, so I feel like you should up your ask.”
He stroked her cheek. “I don’t want more than you’re comfortable giving.”
She ran her fingers over his jaw, which had two days’ worth of stubble. His beard was now peppered with gray, making him more handsome than ever.
JT aged like fine wine. He got better and better as time marched forward.
She ran a hand down his chest, pausing for a heartbeat at his belt, before moving down and feeling his erection through his jeans.
His body was so familiar and yet new again, given the years that had passed. She remembered that first Christmas Eve, when she’d practically dragged him into the bedroom, then stripped him down and taken him in her mouth. Her first touch. First taste. First time making love with the man who was destined to ruin her for other men.
Now here she was, sixteen years later, and still ruined.
Still desperate to see him. Touch him. Taste him.
Maybe even more so, because she knew exactly how he’d make her come apart. Beg for him. Come for him.
JT’s hand covered hers as she stroked him through thick layers of denim. “Lex. God, how I’ve missed you.”
She kissed him. Not with frantic fire and need, but with soft, languid hunger. This man had stirred this in her from the first night they met. It hadn’t diminished with time or heartache.
He tasted of wine and peach cobbler and JT.
His hands slid beneath her shirt and cupped her breasts, and oh, how she’d missed that too. Her body had changed since the last time they did this, and Gemma had only been weaned for a few months. Her nipples were tougher than they’d been, and she wondered if his touch would trigger the sharp jolt of letdown.
She stiffened, and his hand stilled. “I’m sorry. I should have asked. Can I touch your breasts? Are you still nursing Gemma?”
She placed a hand over his on her breast and squeezed, letting him know what she liked. “You can touch. I’m not nursing anymore, but it’s only been a few months, and sometimes I still have milk secretion. Letdown can be painful, so let’s go with touching but no sucking.”
His lips found her neck, and he kissed her as his hands explored the changes in her breasts. Softer, fuller, tougher. Did he find her as sexy as he used to? “What about you? Anything off-limits?”
“I’d say breaking my heart, but honestly, I’ll take that too if it means I can be with you again.”
His words struck home.
“Same,” she whispered.
She was doing this. She was going to make love with the only man she’d ever loved, who was also the only man who’d ever broken her heart. Twice.
She went for his belt buckle. There was no point in taking it slow. Not when she had years’ worth of sexual frustration to make up for.
She opened his belt and then unbuttoned his fly. Her hand slid beneath the elastic band of his boxer briefs, and she had her very favorite cock in her hand once again. She stroked his hard length, and he groaned. She slowly scooted down his body until she was on the floor between his thighs as he sat on the couch. His beautiful penis was before her, and just as she’d done for the first time on Christmas Eve so many years ago, she swirled her tongue around the tip, tasting his precum as she teased him with light licks.
“Lex.”
She remembered how he hadn’t let her touch him the first night they were together. He’d given her his mouth and hands, but not the body part she wanted the most.
“I’ve missed you,” she said to his penis.
He laughed. “Was that for me or my dick?”
She looked up at him and smiled. “You’re a smart man. You know I’ve always only wanted you for one thing.” She wrapped her hand around him and stroked the shaft. “And it was never your money.”
He laughed again. And lord, she remembered how much fun they’d had. Sex with him had always been hot and passionate but also fun and even silly. They’d laughed so much in bed. Or on the table, counter, couch, in the shower, against a tree…
“Show me how much you missed me, and you’ll get a demonstration of exactly how much I missed you.”
“Challenge accepted.” She took him into her mouth, and, as promised, his cock thickened even more. He was hot and hard against the roof of her mouth, and she sucked, then shifted so she could take him deeper into her throat.
He grew impossibly hard in her hand and mouth. She sucked and stroked and slid her tongue down the shaft, then took him in her mouth again.
She loved this, being on her knees before him, his cock in her mouth, his hands in her hair. Giving him the same pleasure he’d given her more times than she could count.
They were both dressed. Only his cock was exposed.
She had him just how she wanted him.
Going down on him made her so hot. In more ways than one. She released him and pulled off the flannel shirt she’d borrowed from him. He found the front hook of her bra and freed her breasts.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
She gazed up at him. “So are you. Lose the shirt.”
He did as she instructed, and her gaze feasted on his muscular chest. Perhaps a little softer than he’d been years ago and lightly sprinkled with gray chest hair.
So beautiful.
She sucked on his cock and thoroughly enjoyed this unexpected reunion.
“Lex. I want inside you. Please.”
She sucked on the tip, then popped off to say, “You are inside me.”
“I want to fuck you. To feel your pussy clench tight around me as I make you come.”
Well, when he put it that way, she wanted it too.
“I can’t get you pregnant. And I haven’t been with anyone in two years. My last round of tests were all negative.”
She wasn’t likely to get pregnant even if he didn’t have a vasectomy, but that was a conversation for another time. “They test pregnant women for everything. All mine were negative.”
She rose and pulled down her pants and panties, then straddled him. He shifted his cock so he probed her opening and let out a low growl when he realized how wet she was.
She lowered herself onto him and groaned as he filled her. The sensation was an exquisite homecoming.
He moved his hips, his hands on her waist as he pulled her down in time with his thrusts.
Her breasts bounced in his face, and he licked her nipples—but didn’t suck—and it was exactly what she wanted. Needed.
They moved in unison, starting slow as her body remembered his. The feel of him inside her was an intense pleasure she didn’t know how she’d lived without for so long. The sensations built, and JT increased the tempo.
So good. Possibly better than ever before?
JT’s thumb slid between their bodies and found her clit, and then he was stroking her with each bouncing thrust. There was no holding back or going slow at that point. His touch inside and out had pleasure coiling tight. It built impossibly until, with one deep thrust, she broke. His thumb continued stroking, his cock thrust again and again. She let out a groan as she climaxed, clenching tight on him as she came apart, the feeling more intense than she remembered.
She found his mouth and kissed him as she continued to clench around him. The kiss was deep and carnal.
This thing with JT, it had always been inevitable. Her love for him had never actually died. It had merely gone dormant.
She raised her head and looked deep into his beautiful brown eyes. Her heart pounded as she faced the fact that making love with JT had pulled her feelings from the depths of slumber. Awake now, her heart thrummed with emotion.
This JT was so much like the man she’d first fallen in love with. Before he began walling off sections of his heart. This man was everything she’d wanted since she was a twenty-five-year-old graduate student who’d played elf to his Santa.
She held her breath to keep from saying words that might destroy the moment. She would enjoy this time with the man she loved to the bottom of her soul.
Later, she’d figure out how she was going to recover from the coming heartbreak, because no way would she be with a man who couldn’t love her daughter.