Chapter three
The week dragged by, and work was a pain in the arse. Three shipments got damaged, my receptionist called in sick for four days, and we had an accident on one of the sites.
Fuck me running you can tell it is close to Christmas because everything is going fucking wrong. Snow has been falling again, and I am sick of the white stuff.
The only thing keeping me going this week have been my daily phone calls and texts with the one and only Erin Willows.
She has made me laugh when I needed it; it is like she knows what to say and when to say it.
We are going out on a date tonight to a friend’s pub, and there will be some live music there which I know Erin loves.
She isn’t a high-maintenance woman, and I love that, she is more than happy to sit in a pub with a glass of wine, and a pub meal and enjoy the laid-back atmosphere. My phone chimes next to me on my desk and I see Erin’s name on the screen.
Erin: Morning Handsome.
Me: Morning, beautiful. Did Lauren get off to school okay this morning with all the snow?
We have talked a lot about Lauren over the past week, and she sounds like an amazing kid, I cannot wait to meet her.
Erin: She did. She was excited because they get to build snowmen in the schoolyard and drink hot chocolate whenever they want it. :) I almost froze waiting for the bus this morning.
Me: Maybe I can pop over and warm you up.
Erin: Now, that is something I could go for. What did you have in mind?
Me: Well first I would lay you down in front of the fire, and then I would peel you out of your cold clothes. I would cover you with my hard naked body, so we could share body heat, they say it is the best way to keep warm. Plus among other things ;)
Erin: Bloody Hell, Theo. How long?
Me: How long what?
Erin: How long will it take you to get here?
Holy shit, did she really just ask me that? My cock hardens in my trousers, and I stifle a groan when I grip it in my hand, push it down to ease the pressure. I quickly turn my computer off and then reach for my coat that is hanging by the door. Not stopping on the way to my car I text her back.
Me: Fuck. I am on my way. Be there in ten. You had better be ready for me, Miss Willows.
Erin: I will always be ready for you, Mr. Smith
Jesus fuck, this woman. If these icy roads don't kill me, I think Erin will with her seductive words. This is a side to Erin that I never knew, I mean how would I, but fuck I like it. I just need to take things slow with her because I haven’t had sex in like three months, and I know she will feel like silk and be nice, snug, and warm.
Damn, my dick is aching like it never has before.
My balls already feel heavy and in need of exploding inside this woman.
Navigating my car towards Erin’s house, I take in the snow-covered roads and homes that have their Christmas decorations up, trying like crazy to tame the beast between my thighs.
After the longest twenty-minute fucking drive, I pull into Erin’s street and park the car. Shutting the ignition off I climb out and run up the few steps to Erin’s house and quickly knock on the door. It doesn’t take her long to answer the door but when she does my heart stops.
As in literally fucking stops.
Holy fucking shit. She is a beauty and all fucking mine.
I scan her body with very hungry, very horny eyes. She is beyond beautiful, sexy, and… fuck what was I thinking again?
Erin is wearing a very short and very sexy Mrs. Clause outfit. The red fuck-me-heels are a killer. Her skirt barely touches the top of her creamy thighs showing that she is wearing red knickers, with the black belt showing her trim waist and that I cannot wait to wrap my arms around.
The red material of the suit hugs her body like a glove; like it was made just for her.
Red satin material runs up her torso and hugs her breasts like my hands want to.
The white fluffy stuff hides the top of her perfect breasts a little but that isn’t going to stop me.
And to top it off she is wearing a small Santa hat on her head.
“Holy fucking shit, woman. What the hell are you trying to do to me?” I bite my lower lip and continue to run my greedy eyes all over her sexy-as-sin body.
“So, I take it you like?” She smiles at me. Her voice breaks my lustful gaze, and I look around her street and see a postman eyeing my girl. Oh hell no.
“Baby, we need to get you inside before I end up spending Christmas in jail for beating the shit out of the anyone who sees you, and drools,” I say placing my hands on her slim waist and forcing her back into the house.
I have no idea where I am going so, I turn Erin away from me so she can lead the way.
Keeping my hands on her hips, she leads me into her living room where the log fire is roaring with orange flames, adding a glow to her living room on this gloomy day in London.
There are plush blankets and pillows all over the floor in front of the fire.
She likes my plan. Good, because I am going to take full advantage.
Erin has turned on all of her Christmas lights and added candles on the mantle and along the hearth, adding that extra romantic feel. Classic Christmas music is playing softly in the background.
I pull Erin’s body back into mine and enjoy the soft moan that escapes her mouth when she feels my dick pressing into her arse. Her body fits perfectly against me like I knew she would.
“Baby, you feel so fucking good. The room looks amazing. Did you do all of this just for me?” I ask lowering my head and laying a gentle kiss on her bare shoulder causing her to shiver.
Sliding my hands from her hips around to her stomach and press her against me more loving the feel of her. My hard cock is pressing into her arse, jerking in want.