Page 16 of Christmas Craving
“We kick Arthur out of this bed and make each other come,” she said, her voice matter of fact. “Then we take a shower and make each other come again. When we’re clean and completely wrung out, then we’ll have coffee to perk ourselves up again.”
“You’ve clearly given this a lot of thought,” I teased.
“One thing you’re going to learn about me is that even though I don’t love mornings, I do love morning sex,” she said. “Besides, it’s Christmas Eve Eve. What’s a better way to celebrate than giving each other multiple orgasms?”
“Christmas Eve Eve?” I asked in confusion.
“It’s the day before Christmas Eve,” she explained. “And I can’t think of a better way to celebrate than giving each other lots and lots of orgasms.”
I nodded. Somehow that all made sense.
“I love it.”
She gave me a wink, the tapped our canine bed companion. “Get off the bed and go outside, Arthur. We need adult time.”
Lanie
Unfortunately, the giant puppy wasn’t too excited about being roused from his sleep. As soon as we pushed him off the bed, he jumped up again. I corralled him outside the bedroom, closing the door in his face, but that only made him howl and scratch at the door. Knowing when we were beat, we got up too.
Celia promised to make coffee and breakfast for me, so I took Arthur for a thirty minute walk, then took a quick shower over at April and John’s before heading back across the hall.
I couldn’t decide how I felt about what was happening between us. Well, I guess I wasn’t totally sure what was happening between us, all I knew was that I’d had probably the best sex of my life last night and I was now officially obsessed with Celia. I knew I should just enjoy the few days I had with her, but this hadstopped feeling casual somewhere between decorating the tree and licking her pussy.
The more time we spent together, the less aloof she was. It was like everything about her had softened once I wrung that orgasm out of her. It made me feel like a freaking rock star.
By the time I got back to Celia’s house, an hour had gone by. When I knocked on the door, Celia answered wearing a wrap dress and knee high boots, making me wonder if she had anything besides work clothes and athleisure. She had a great ass, probably from all the running she did. I would love to see her in jeans.
I looked up to see that she was wearing a stern look.
“You’re late.”
Arthur pushed past her and headed to his spot on the couch.
“Arthur had a lot to sniff,” I said lightly, sensing that she wasn’t really annoyed. I mean, why would she be? We hadn’t put a time limit on the walk.
“Do you know what happens to bad girls who are late?” Her voice was icy and calm, but her blue eyes were dancing with amusement.
Okay, I could go along with this game.
“I’m sorry ma’am,” I said in a high-pitched but contrite voice. “I wanted to make myself pretty for you.”
I gestured to my Santa Claus sweatshirt and gave her an innocent smile.
“I’m still going to need to punish you for your tardiness,” she said with mock sadness.
“Oh please don’t,” I cried, fully into the game now. “I promise I’ll do better next time.”
“This is the way you learn,” she shot back. “Come with me now.”
She grabbed my hand, her hold gentle but firm, and led me to the dining room table that separated the living room from the kitchen island. Without a word, she unsnapped my jeans and pulled them down to my knees, bringing my panties with them. Then Celia turned me around, pressing between my shoulder blades so that I lowered my chest and torso onto the table. The table was high enough that I lifted onto my tiptoes, my ass up in the air. The position was embarrassing yet strangely arousing.
I shivered as Celia stroked the skin of my butt. Then there was a whoosh of air, and without any warning, her hand came down on my skin.
Smack!
I cried out in surprise, the sting sharper than I was expecting. It wasn’t painful, but definitely hard enough to get my attention.
“Next time you leave me, you’ll return more quickly,” she mock lectured me.
