Page 15 of Vixen's Guide to Christmas
Yes, a million times yes, is the only thing going through my head. The feel of his body pressed against mine, the hard wall behind me. His mouth claiming mine like it’s his to do with what he wants.
One million, bajillion, infinity times yes.
Our hands are clawing at each other, both having the same idea as we start to lift up each other’s sweaters. We break our kiss, both smiling through ragged breaths, when we realize we’re about to get tangled. He lets go of mine, lifting his arms up over his head. Our eyes stay locked as run my fingers under his sweater, allowing my hands to explore while I push up the material over his head.
I’d felt his chest against me earlier. I felt it on the dance floor. I leaned into it while he was teasing me. But seeing it now…the definition in his muscles that isn’t too bulky but it lets me know that the man definitely hits the gym…the dusting of chest hair that I know will feel delicious against my bare skin in just a matter of minutes…it’s more than I could’ve imagined. I feel my mouth watering, and my mind is spiraling with the naughtiest of thoughts as he puts his arms down, tossing the garment to the side.
I unconsciously lick my lips as I reach for the bottom of my sweater to take it off. The heat is just too much to bear, between the woolen fabric and Grayson’s gaze. But the second I start to move it up, he takes both of my hands in his, bringing them above my head, his pelvis pressing into me so I have nowhere to go.
“Oh no,” he says in a low, deep voice. “This is my present. Don’t you dare unwrap it.”
In any other setting, and if it were any other man, I’d be cracking up right now over his horrible Christmas pun. But in this case, as I feel his hands slide up my side, pushing up the knitted fabric, and the immediate sensation of the cold air hitting my exposed skin, there’s nothing to laugh about. Quite the contrary. I have nothing to say. There’s nothing Iwantto say. The only thing I want to do with my mouth is kiss this man.
“Fuck, Kat,” he says as he stares down at my chest. “I had a feeling I was going to get lost in these tonight. And I’m glad I was so fucking right.”
A ping of regret hits me as it’s only then that I realize I’m wearing the boring Katherine lingerie. The beige bra has lace on it, but the panties are full coverage and in no way sexy. Yet, I don’t think Grayson gives two fucks. He doesn’t even bother taking down the straps as he pushes both of my tits together before burying his face into the crease.
Now, being a bigger-chested woman, and having been with men who know and don’t know what do in the bedroom, an act like this has only ever gone one of two ways. There’s the disappointing way: The men who see a pair of breasts with a cup size bigger than “D” and lose all brain power. That also means they lose any—if they had any—sense of how to not just motorboat you into oblivion. Sure, they love it, but me? Not so much.
But then there are the men like Grayson. The ones whose touch is just as much for them as it is for me. Where there’s massaging and squeezing, kissing and sucking, lapping and tasting. Every movement, every kiss, and every suck, is sending shivers through my body. And if I had any questions on whether or not this is turning him on, that’s quickly answered by the feel of his hard cock grinding into me.
My breathing is picking up, and somehow I’m hotter now than I was a minute ago with my sweater on. As if he can read my mind, Grayson slides the straps down my shoulders before reaching behind and expertly unfastening my bra with two quick flicks of his fingers.
Skills like that are going to bode very well for later…
Grayson steps back, looking at me with reverence as I stand topless before him, my chest heaving, in nothing now but knee-high boots and a black leather skirt.
“Fucking gorgeous.”
The low register of his voice hits me straight in the pussy. I feel it clench as his words echo off the walls surrounding us.
“I can say the same thing.”
I step off the wall and take Grayson's hand in mine as I lead him down the hallway of the penthouse to the master bedroom. It's an expansive space with a California King and floor-to-ceiling windows. If you were to open the curtains, you’d havea gorgeous view of downtown Nashville. But I don’t, because I have a much more up-close and personal view in mind.
I swing Grayson around, walking him back until he falls into the bed. I follow him down, my hands holding me up as they are on either side of him, needing to taste his lips one more time before they are otherwise occupied. He tries to bring me down, his hands finding my exposed breasts, but just as he’s able to gently twist my nipple, I move back.
“You’ve had your fun,” I say. “Now it’s my turn.”
I stand up, but just enough to allow me to unfasten his belt and bring down the zipper of his jeans. He doesn’t say anything as I gather his boxer briefs as well, sliding them down his legs. Just as I have everything removed, I allow myself to look back up at him, and…holy fucking about-to-be-born baby Jesus…the man is huge.
Leave it to the redheads…they always bless you with a surprise.
I was ready for the length. I could feel that against me numerous times tonight. But what I wasn't prepared for was the sheer girth of this man. The combination should be illegal.
But hey, I’m always up for a challenge. And this is going to be a very, very satisfying one.
His hand grips his cock as I take a step back, stroking himself as I reach to the side to unzip the leather skirt I decided to wear tonight. I don’t know why I did. It’s not a very Katherine skirt. Maybe somehow, in my subconscious, I wanted to be Kat tonight as well. Whatever the reason, I’m glad I did. I feel sexy. And the way that Grayson’s looking at me right now, as I’m turned to the side, bending over expertly as I push the skirt and panties off my hips, is a moment I’m never going to forget.
Nope. I’ll be telling people at the nursing home about this.
Wanting to keep the show going, I bend down to reach for the zipper of my boots, but Grayson’s voice pulls me away.
“No,” he commands. I look back up, nervous for a second, but that’s until I see the wicked smile on his face and his hand still stroking his cock. “Those stay on.”
Oh, this is going to be fun.
“That can be arranged,” I say as I step back toward him, lowering myself to my knees. “Though you won’t be able to get the view of themquiteyet.”
