Page 10 of Souvenir

“Can we stay in front of the fireplace?”

A frown furrowed his brow before his face relaxed. “Okay, I’ll get the blankets and some pillows.”

That said, he settled me back on the sofa and I watched him traipse to the bedroom, returning with his arms piled high. The man was indeed attentive as he was beautiful that I was super curious. I wanted to ask him why he chose to be an escort instead of married with a wife and kids. But that would have been rude of me, given that this was supposed to a clandestine encounter.

After he made the bed in front of the fire as per my request, we finished the rest of the snacks and drank more champagne. The atmosphere was cozy and romantic. I felt that this moment was one a million and I didn’t know how I would handle leaving in the morning.

One thing struck me, was that Mr. Christmas didn’t jump at the chance to go all the way. I liked his restraint and even though I wanted badly to have sex, I liked the way things went. The night wasn’t over and I so wanted more of him, but I also loved the fact that he took his time with me. The man knew how to please me as though reading my every thought.

We talked about nothing in particular as we cuddled by the fire, avoiding anything of a personal nature. He never brought up the subject of my late husband and I refrained from asking about his personal life. Sometime after midnight, after several glasses of champagne, we both fell asleep.

I was awakened with a stiff cock pressing into my ass, a large hand cupping one of my breasts. He was breathing evenly, his breath touching my skin, giving me heavenly goosebumps. A shiver ran down my spine, at the sensations galloping through me. Just being engulfed in his arms was thrilling enough. Trying to wiggle away only got me pulled closer.

I knew he was still asleep from his breathing, but his thumb was rubbing my nipple and his groin grinding my backside. I closed my eyes and allowed the sensations to wash over me, feeling my pussy walls jerk with the need for a deeper fulfillment.

Twisting around, I leaned close and nibbled the corner of his lips. He murmured in his sleep and pulled me even closer until my breasts were pressed against his chest. I loved the way the hairs on his chest grazed my nipples and the hands was now kneading my ass. His cock was hot against my belly skin and I reached between us and started stroking it.

His eyes fluttered open. “Be careful you don’t awaken the dragon,” he growled.

“I think he’s already awake,” I said, my voice now hoarse. “I want to feel this dragon inside me.”

“No regrets?”

“I think I’ve surpassed the stage of feeling regret,” I replied. “There will be no regrets as far as you’re concerned.”

A few minutes delay in our moment while he trotted to the bedroom and came back all decked out in his birthday suit, only wearing a condom. I had come prepared, but it was nice to see that he hadn’t forgotten protection.

I tossed the blankets aside and welcomed his weight atop of me. We were already primed for action and I didn’t want another long foreplay. He entered my hot slippery flesh with a moan, and I a whimper. I held him close and he sank his face in the crux of my neck, holding himself still for a moment. I took that time to adjust to the feel of a large cock inside me.

“Gosh, you feel good around my cock,” he whispered in my ear.

As though on cue our bodies started moving together. Each slip and slide of his shaft brought pleasure surging through me. I loved the way his ridges massaged my walls and how our sighs and groans made sweet music.

“Oh yes,” I whispered back. “I love the way you move your sexy ass.”

“Oh yeah?” he grinned. “How about this?”

His hips ground into mine, the base of his shaft grinding my clitoris. “Yes, just like that. Don’t stop.”

The man knew how to move, his ass going around and coming back with a slam. “I aim to please, my queen.”

“Oh God, your cock is so damn big!”

“And your sweet little pussy is so darn tight!”

Kevin never liked dirty talk, therefore I never thought I would feel complete freedom saying those things during sex. It had always been a silent affair for us. But with Mr. Christmas, I lost all my inhibitions – at least for the moment. It was Christmas after all.

Our bodies ground and slammed together as sheens of sweat glistened off our skin. He nibbled my ear and he licked his neck. Our lips crushed together as our slippery bodies melded together as one. Soon our cries of ecstasy filled the suite. Mine a cry of a banshee through the night and his, that of a lion capturing his prey. I’d never experience such intense passion.

I never knew what sex was like with a stranger before that night. It was the best Christmas I’d ever experienced.

Chapter 8

Savannah

When I tiptoed out the following morning, day was just about to break. My Mr. Christmas was asleep and I didn’t want any awkward goodbyes. I slipped into my dress, picked up my shoes and my clutch and was out the door. I’d given Misty my driver the Christmas holidays off to spend with her family so my only option was to order a cab.

I was in the elevator when I took my cellphone from my purse and noticed it was dead. I could imagine the many messages and missed calls, especially from Barbara. That woman was persistent in wanting to get me out of my funk for the holidays. She knew very well how every year I’d lock myself away and grieve. If she only knew what I did this year, she would freak.

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