Page 12 of Naughty & Nice
Bouncing slowly at his lap as I figure-eight my hips, I feel heat burn up my spine. Clawing at his chest, I pant his name over and over, my stickiness coating his cock as I lose control completely. Blinding pleasure ricochets through me as I come hard, shouting out into the snowy winds.
“Don’t stop,” he demands, gripping my hips to rock me still, “make me come sunshine. You started it now finish it. Get me all over you, baby,” his plea is rough like sandpaper on my skin as I obey his commands.
“Yes. I need it. Need to feel you on my skin again, Oliver. Please.”
With a roar he sits up, fusing his mouth to mine as he slams me down on his lap. He comes with a shudder, his tongue in my mouth as I feel him spurting against my soaked sex. Taking the kiss over, I tangle my hands in his hair, laughing into the kiss with joy I can’t put into words. He cradles me against his chest as we sit in the snow, shaking with our orgasms.
Fixing my dress, he presses tiny kisses to my mouth before he pulls back. I tuck him away and the sound of his zipper is too loud. I can’t hear the loop of Christmas songs or the humming of the dancing décor. All I can hear is the space that he is putting between us.
Itwasnaughty but it wasso nice, and I won’t let him ruin it.
“Get a room for tonight. Tomorrow we will talk more. Not about a build. Just about us. Iwillbe the one to beg, Oliver. Goodnight.”
Before he can argue or say there is nothing to talk about, I push away to head to the hotel. Like the last time I walked away, I don’t look back. I can’t bear the thought of seeing regret on his face if I do.
I can’t take that—I never expected us to share what we just did but I don’t regret it. I can’t—not when it showed me a glimpse of what it feels like to feel loved again. For the first time in years, I am hopeful again.
Coming here had been by accident. I took over for a friend who could not manage the design job they had taken on. Since ruining our holiday five years ago, I have had a hard time dealing with the season. Being here the past few months woke up the hopeful spirit I thought I'd lost when I lost Oliver.
Asking for our meeting to happen here, knowing our past and how I hurt him and ruined the holiday for him, wasn’t just about wanting to start fresh. It was about letting him find that hope again too. We were such dreamers back then, with big expectations and bigger hopes.
I want him to embrace the magic of this place as I have.
Also, I hope that renewed spirit will open his heart to a second chance for us.
I love him now just as fiercely as I loved him the day I walked way.
Seeing him again has left me no doubt my feelings remain just as strong as they were before. I meant what I said to him about begging. I broke the most beautiful and important thing I'd ever had the joy of having. I will beg if that is what it takes to piece it back together again.
Christmas miracles happen all the time and I want mine this year. I figure North Pole is the best place to ask for one. It will take more than some orgasms in the snow. It will take everything I know about creating beautiful things to make this happen.
Tonight, we played a little naughty
Tomorrow we will play nice.
