“Come in,” she says, as I push open the door.
I have a feeling once I step inside, I’m never going to want to leave.
Noelle
I never act this spontaneously… then again, I’ve never met a man like Brooks. A man so decidedly attractive, so ruggedly confident. Of course, I’m acting differently.
When he pushes open my bedroom door, I’m looking down. I can’t believe I put this on for him. I want to wear it … but it’s so unlike me.
“Wow,” he says. “You look—”
“What?” I ask, cutting him off.
“Perfect.”
I shake my head, strands of my hair falling in my face.
“It’s true,” he says, stepping toward me. “You look like a Christmas cookie. So sweet I could take a bite out of you.”
I lick my lips, looking Brooks over as he steps closer. He is in a pair of boxers — nothing else. His body is chiseled to perfection. His muscles are ripped, his shoulders broad — like he could pick me up with one arm. My belly flip-flops as he moves closer, the space between us growing smaller and the desire within me heating up.
It’s been so, so long.
He runs his hand over the red satin, white fur-lined nightie that barely covers my ass. I have nothing on underneath it and a shiver runs over my back as I imagine his touching me there. Everywhere. God, how I crave a real man to touch me.
“I haven’t been with a woman in a long time,” he tells me. “And I want to make you come, so fucking hard.”
I moan softly at his words.
“I hope you are prepared for this, Noelle.” He cups his hand around his cock that is stretching the fabric of his boxers. It’s a Christmas present begging to be unwrapped. “You sure you can handle this?”
I nod, ever so slowly, lowering my chin and lifting my eyes. “It’s been a long time for me too. It might be a really tight fit.”
He chuckles, lifting my chin with his thumb, our eyes meeting. “Your words are making me harder than is good for a man.”
I swipe my pink tongue over my lips. “Show me,” I say. “Show me how hard you are.”
“You’re a little vixen, aren’t you?”
I laugh. “Not normally but you bring out a naughty side to me.”
“Why’s that?” he asks, pushing down his boxers, his big, thick cock causing my pussy to tighten with just one look.
“I think it’s because you are some sort of Christmas fantasy come to life. The big, burly mountain man, in the woods with a bunch of tools, knowing how to use them. It’s really hot.”
He chuckles. “I like your honesty.”
“What else do you like? I ask coyly as I watch him stroke his ever growing cock.
“I like the way you look in that nightie.”
I twist my lips playfully. “This old thing?”
He laughs, tucking my loose hair behind my ear. “I love the way your tits look in it. So fucking round and perky. It makes me want to suck on them, to press my cock between them.”
I suck in a sharp breath. This flirty banter is fun and all, but I’m not used to it. I’m not used to any of it. If Sophia had any idea how confident I am being right now, she wouldn’t believe it.
But Brooks somehow brings out a different part of me. An honest and vulnerable part that is okay with taking this risk.
It’s like I know he wants it too, but this isn’t a one-sided crush. We both want this to happen.
Need it to happen.
“Are you nervous?” he asks, his big palm on my breast. I whimper as he touches the silky fabric covering my skin, which is prickling in anticipation.
“A little… not because I don’t want this, but because of how much I do want it.”
“I want it real fucking bad too, Noelle. I want you to touch me, to make me come. I want to run my hands between your thighs and touch your sweet, tight pussy. I want to make you moan, make you scream, make you cry.”
I close my eyes, my head falling back, his words making me dizzy in the best possible way.
“God, you look like a Christmas angel,” he whispers.
“And you have one mighty fine candy cane.”
He laughs again, and I love how easy it is to stand here with him -- a man so utterly masculine -- and not feel small beside him. Instead, I feel safe. Protected. I feel like I am going to be very well taken care of.
“Here,” he says gently, placing my hand on his thickness. “You like that?”
I nod. “Yeah.” I blink, his hot pulsing rod causing a flutter in my tummy. “You’re going to need to get me ready for this, so I don’t break in two.”
He runs his hand over my back, lifting the hem of my little nightie. His hand on my bare ass.
“Fuck me, Noelle,” he groans, as he picks me up in one fell swoop. “I’ll get you ready all right.”
He places me on the bed, then lowers himself to his knees. “You’re not sitting in Santa’s lap yet.”
I cover my face with my hand as he spreads my knees, and he lowers his head and begins to lick my creamy slit.
“Oh, Brooks,” I moan, my knees falling open even further as he takes his time exploring my pussy. I’ve never had a man with a beard go down on me… and this… oh, God. “Don’t stop,” I say, running my hands through his thick hair, loving the way it feels to have him so intent on pleasing me.
A smile spreads across my face as my body relaxes. I haven’t stopped focusing on the wedding and my job at the bakery in so many weeks, and now, for the first in ages, I am the one being taken care of.
“You taste so good, Noelle. Like a sugar cookie.”
I giggle. “You’re making me blush.”
“I don’t think that’s what this is called, sweetie.” He presses a finger to my pussy, and I whimper as he begins to caress me, opening me up until I’m gasping for breath. He lowers his head again, exhaling warm air against me, my clit throbbing until he presses his mouth to it, sucking me as I begin to moan loudly.
“Oh, oh, oh, Brooks.” My back arches and I come hard against his mouth, against his hand. The orgasm starts in my toes and winds its way through my body. It’s so real, so raw, that I moan loudly, without censoring myself. He loves it. He then lowers himself on top of me, his hand still on my creamy cunt. And he kisses me.
Hard.
Our mouths open as we begin to explore one another using our tongues, my legs wrap around him as he pulls me up from the mattress. He teases my bottom lip between his teeth and my slick pussy is pulsing with the need for more. So much more.
He knows.
He pulls me onto his lap, his big, thick cock so hard and eager, as he sits on the edge of the bed. With my legs wrapped around him, he begins to fill me up. It feels so good as his cock eases inside of me.
“Is this what we’re calling sitting on Santa’s lap?” I ask as he massages my breasts, pulling one into his mouth, his tongue swirling around my nipple.
“No. This is what we call giving Santa his milk and cookies.”
Brooks
Holding her in my arms feels like a Christmas gift I don’t deserve. Noelle is offering herself to me and I want to make she understand just how much this moment means to me.