Mistlehoe

Chapter 10 - The Polar Express Chris

Tension floods the kitchen as I press Holly against the industrial fridge.

Not even the steel can cool us down.

Growing weak in the knees under her lustful gaze, I feel my jaw strain and tendons in my neck stiffen.

It's futile trying to hold myself back from mauling her.

Did I purposefully schedule her on the late shifts all week for purely selfish reasons? You bet you I did.

After the life-affirming sex we shared last week, I need her like my next breath.

She is my obsession.

The guilt that she is Cole's ex ebbs away each time I pump into her.

By the following day, she isn't my son's anymore.

She is mine.

That is all but confirmed when she spreads her thighs to show me her used gaping hole and my cum trickling out.

'Any other fantasies, my sweet girl?' Neither of us is ready to admit that there may be anything deeper than just sex.

So, we keep hiding behind these fantasies as an excuse.

As I nuzzle into her soft neck, I revel in how she always smells so sweet, like peppermint and vanilla.

I can't help but lick and nip at her pulse as if she's dessert herself.

Shivering beneath me, she answers.

'Mmm, so many.' My cock flexes behind my jeans as she indulges more of her sordid fantasies.

'Tell me another big one on your list, baby.'

I want to see how dirty my angel is.

Unbuttoning her candy striper dress, I pull her lacy green bra down.

'You tell me one of yours,' she mewls, arching into my hands that have found their way to her supple breasts.

There are so many decadent possibilities and so little time.

I've been thinking about one particular fantasy lately.

'What about a reindeer ride?' Just saying the words out loud is making me extra fucking horny.

'Is that where seven guys fuck me?' The fact that her body bends to my will and she hasn't stiffened tells me she's not only contemplating it but already imagining it.

'Uh huh.' I pinch both her diamond-hard nipples, continuing my rain of kisses down her collarbone.

'So, a gangbang essentially?'

'Mmm.' My mouth waters at the thought of her little body being stuffed full of cock.

Every single hole abused and stretched for our pleasure — and hers.

I need to see her skewered.

I need to see her dominated by seven strong men.

'Where are you going to find seven men?' I can't concentrate properly when her hand is running over my jeans, feeling my solid length begging to be inside her hot, wet heat.

'Six.' I chastise her by biting her neck.

'Six?' she moans out the question.

'Me and six others.' I feel her smile against my neck, knowing she was just riling me up.

'There's a special Christmas night coming up at the pop-up Mistlehoe sex club.

If I can arrange it, would you be interested?' I thrust into her hand.

Her warm breath skims over the shell of my ear, making my heart palpitate rapidly in anticipation of her answer.

'Set it up.' She seals her decision with a graze of her teeth on my lobe.

I go to pepper kisses along her cheek and jaw, but she surprises me by turning her head and capturing my lips.

Holly kisses me so intensely that I feel temporarily dizzy and drunk.

Everything about her is intoxicating.

Her beauty.

Her taste.

Her dichotomous facets of being shy and sweet and cheeky and devilish.

If this is what it means to be drunk on someone, I never want to be sober.

I dominate the kiss, tugging her bottom lip down with my teeth before diving my tongue against hers.

Exploring and ravaging.

She's so ravenous and responsive and so spectacular as I move my mouth down to her jaw, kissing my way down her neck again before continuing my paths to her tits.

I run my tongue from one mound to another, hearing Holly's soft moans get louder and louder the more I suck.

Reaching around, I unclip her bra, allowing her lush tits to fall out before diving back in and rolling my tongue around each of them before sucking one of them into my mouth.

'God, yes.

Chris, yes.' Her head thrashes from side to side as she thrusts her hips. 'More.'

Kissing down her torso, I land on my knees.

'Hold your dress up, sugar.' She looks so sweet as if she's waiting for a treat.

It's incredible how she can be standing here more than half-naked and still look so innocent.

Peering at her covered pussy in a forest green G-string, I smirk when I see the wet patch.

I run a single finger over the damp spot, causing her to thrust again.

'So needy, aren't you, baby girl?' Putting her out of her misery, I lean forward and press my nose against her saturated cunt.

Her soft curls tickle my nose, reminding me how soft other parts of her body are.

Her yelp makes me even more ferocious as my tongue forces its way behind the barrier.

The first taste of her juices is enough for me to tear her G-string from her body and do unfathomable things to her body.

By the end of the night, we broke every single health and safety violation regardless of the sheer number of times she came on my tongue and cock.

I had to use two mops to wipe up all the evidence though.

'A gangbang?' Jack smirks at me while taking a sip of his beer.

It's guys' night, which means sport, poker, and beer until one of us calls it a night.

'With sweet, innocent, wholesome Holly?' He asks for confirmation.

I hate that I've divulged so much to him and broken her trust, but I'm finding it impossible to wrap my head around what's happened between us over the past couple of months.

Jack is physically the only person I can confide in .

'I'm telling you, I'm in so far over my head with this woman.

I mean, it's developed beyond the physical for me.

I'm absolutely fucked.' I hang my head in my hands, rubbing my eyes until I see bright spots.

'Yeah, buddy, you are,' he whistles, annoying the fuck out of me.

'Don't you have, you know, any helpful advice? I'm in this mess because of you, you know!' Throwing a chip at his head, which he artfully weaves.

'Woah, hey, woah.' He puts his hands up in defence.

'I didn't tell you to screw your son's ex-girlfriend.' He takes another swig of his beer before letting out a satisfied sigh.

Pinning me with his eyes, I can tell he's about to dish out some sage advice.

'Look, mate, you can do only two things here.' He sticks up his first finger.

'One, come clean and tell her how you feel, and you be honest with Cole that you've fallen for his girl.' He sticks up his second finger.

'Or, you end it with her and remember it for what it is: a fling.' I go to interject.

'There is absolutely no other way for this to work out that isn't messy.

You can't continue to see each other behind Cole's back, but eventually, you need to talk with Holly about where this is all going.

How long are you two just going to fuck?'

Slumping back in my chair, I know he's right.

One option was thinking with my head, while the other was thinking with my heart.

I just don't know which one I should trust more when it comes to what I should do with Holly.

Someone must have fucked with all the clocks in my vicinity because it took forever for Thursday to come around.

Gloria is closing for Holly after she went home 'sick,' which was really code for getting ready to be banged six ways to Sunday.

At least afterward, I've booked us a hotel so she can recover from the way she's about to get used and abused.

Seven p.m.

eventually rolls around, which sees me bolt out the door.

Holly should be waiting in the same spot she always waits, and sure enough, she is.

It's frosty, as usual in Cradle Mountain, which makes the red apples on her cheeks stand out even more.

She looks like a sexy little Rudolph with a red-tipped nose, most likely caused by the blistering wind.

When I've safely tucked her into her seat and clicked her belt into place, it's only then that I let myself indulge in her beauty.

Her halo-like hair is wavy and tousled, and she has fuck-me red lips that I know will make her look like the Joker later on tonight.

I can see she's dutifully listened to my instructions and applied an even thicker layer of mascara so that we can all see it run down her face when she alternates between crying for more and begging us to stop.

Apart from her flawless features, the rest of her is covered underneath a thick woollen coat.

'Hi.' She bites her lower lip as she stares at me hungrily.

I'm obsessed with how confident and comfortable she's become with me.

'Hey, gorgeous.

Are you ready?' I kiss her forehead quickly before pressing my mouth against her lips.

'So ready.' Her moans make my groin tight.

'Let's get you thoroughly fucked then, yeah?' Her giddy nod tells me she's eager to be stuffed like a turkey on Christmas.

On the way over, we blast the Christmas tunes again, chatting on and off.

We also go over her hard limits, which include everyone wearing a condom except me and no kissing except with me.

She also wants me to control the evening.

'Are you sure?' I clasp her hand in mine and kiss all five of her knuckles as we pull up to the back of the club.

'Super sure.

I want you to be in control of my pleasure.' 'I've got you, sugar pie.' She chuckles and shakes her head.

'What?' 'You.' 'Me, what?' 'You and your outrageously cute nicknames.' 'Only for you, sweetheart.

Do you like them?' She nods eagerly.

'Love them.

I never know what you'll call me next, but I get extra happy whenever you come up with a new one for me.'

I feel my eyes turn into slits the way she's made me smile.

'Then I'll keep coming up with them, honey bunny.' This elicits another giggle from her.

'Come on.' We both unbuckle, but Holly waits for me to open her door.

'This won't change anything between us, will it?' Insecurity rings out in her voice as she stops me just before we get to the door.

There isn't enough time to decipher the meaning behind her words, so I go with a joke instead and promise to loop back around to it tomorrow morning.

I hug her to my side.

'If you getting jizzed on didn't change anything, then why the hell would this?' Her laughter is like oxygen to me.

'Oh yeah?' The fun and flirtiness are back.

'Hell yeah, honey.

I can't wait to watch you get so hot and horny tonight.

I want this just as much as you want this.

If it's not for you after, then at least you can tick it off your sex list.

Tonight will be fun.

I promise.' Alleviating her fears, she takes my hand and drags me to the door.

I didn't know what to expect when they said it was 'Christmas' themed, but I anticipated a couple of mistletoe hanging around and tinsel strung to the roof.

I didn't imagine the entire club being transformed into an adult Santa's toy shop.

Holly's excited squeal mimicked my amazement, 'I want to die here!' Laughing, we make our way through, spotting several Santas and Mrs.

Claus’ in various states of undress.

There are angels and elves, snowmen, and reindeer, as well as a couple of virgin Marys and Three Wise Men too near-naked or naked.

Debaucherous scenes are unravelling, with men and women engaging in a cacophony of sexual activity.

Holly's eyes widen as a virgin Mary is being railed on a cross, while my eyes are bemused when I see a female domme lead a naked reindeer somewhere.

'Thank you.' My attention goes back to Holly as she squeezes my arm.

'For what, beautiful?' 'For giving me this experience.

I wouldn't want anyone else with me.' She looks up at me, and I melt into her eyes.

'You're welcome, angel.' I want to tell her I'm in love with her, but now isn't the right time.

I don't know when the right time would be, but I'm thinking it's not when she's about to be slaughtered by cocks.

Our room has already been pre-arranged, as have the other six men who will be part of this evening's festivities.

There were several options, including a winter wonderland, a manger, and a gingerbread house, but I went with Santa's toy shop instead, which includes all sorts of illicit toys for her pleasure.

'The guys will be here soon, honey.

Are you sure this is what you want?' My hands skate up and down her arms.

I'm only a little bit dying to see what's underneath her trench coat.

She's kicked off her heels and is at least two heads shorter than me, which forces her to stare up at me.

'Only if you want.' When she bites the side of her lower lip, my thumb tracks her movement, and I urge her to release it gently.

'I want whatever you want,' I counter, cradling her cheek in my palm.

'We can just try, right? If I don't like it, at least I can tick it off my list and never do it again?' She shrugs.

With a serene and resolute smile, her finger eased the knot in her trench coat.

'I don't really know how this is supposed to go, and I'm feeling all nervous and excited, but I also really want you, and I can't wait any longer to have your lips on me.'

Not even a second goes by before I eat up the excess space between us.

Grabbing her chin, I tilt her face up and slam her lips against mine.

Dominating the kiss, I tug her bottom lip down with my teeth before driving my tongue against her.

I take whatever I want without apology.

At first, her body goes limp from the feverish kiss that steals the oxygen from our lungs, but then it reinvigorates her, and suddenly, her hands are everywhere.

Without breaking the kiss, I toe my shoes off and fumble out of my pants.

My shirt is long gone, and my briefs are being slid down my thighs.

Preoccupied by our oxygen-starved kiss, I haven't even had a chance to glimpse at what she's wearing.

As much as I crave the feel of her smooth hands tugging at my cock, I need to see how she's brought another one of my Christmas fantasies to life.

Groaning, I pull myself away from her.

Holly's eyes pinch together in confusion.

If my jaw could hit the floor literally, it would have.

I'm breathless at the sight of her and can't seem to tear my eyes away.

It's as if my eyes are glued to every inch of her flawless body.

When I scratch the back of my neck trying to find words, she fucking giggles.

'Do you like it?' I can tell by her lilt she already knows the answer.

She's dressed as Mrs-fucking-Claus but a slutty version.

She has a red velvet bra, white fluffy trimming, and a matching mini skirt.

'My panties are crotchless too.'

My throat is as dry as the Sahara Desert.

'Show me.' I choke, trying to get the words out, and then let out a gulp and a groan at the same time when she lifts her skirt.

'Fuck.

Me.' Her curls have grown out a little, and it's making me even more ravenous.

'That's the plan, Chris.' She winks, her eyes unmoving from my stiffened length.

I don't even have to look down to know it's weeping at the tip.

I'm paralysed as I watch her kneel at my feet.

Taking me in her mouth, I'm back to being in heaven.

Slurps, moans, groans, and grunts fill the room as she swallows me whole.

I bump the back of her throat harder than I intended, but it doesn't deter her from suctioning me faster and harder.

She's so lost in gobbling my cock that she doesn't even hear the twist of the door handle and the padding of feet filing in.

Heck, I didn't even really register they were here in front of us until my brain caught up with my eyes — that's how fucking good she is at sucking cock.

She makes me forget everything and anything around us when her mouth is on me.

'Angel, your Christmas presents have arrived.' I refer to the men around us.

All six of the men range in age and looks.

While I now know Holly prefers older men, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to see how she'd look stuffed with a big black cock.

There are two older men, one with silver hair, one that's salt and pepper, two African American men, one with a thick cock, and one that is the longest I've ever seen.

Then there is the guy who looks like a bad-ass version of Thor with muscles that are surely enhanced by steroids and a model who looks like he could be on the Italian runway or running the mafia.

Removing me from her mouth but still holding onto the base of my cock with her slim fingers that are painted in matching red, her eyes widen in awe.

'Hi,' she squeaks adorably.

Matching smiles light up all the men's faces as they greet her.

'Are you ready to be their toy, baby?' Nodding eagerly, I let the guys encircle her.

Each of them has taken off their briefs or boxers and is now stroking themselves to full mast.

Gazing up at me on her knees, I see she's waiting for my affirmation to start.

Bending down and taking both ass cheeks in her hands, I give her the permission she seems to need.

'Get sucking, baby.

Get all these cocks nice and wet so they can fit inside you, yeah?' She nods again before pressing her lips to my mouth.

Standing up again, I see her take two cocks in her hands.

She's tentative at first, and every expression is easily read on her beautiful face.

Concentration.

Indecisiveness.

Uncertainty.

Doubt.

Surprise when they both jerk under her touch.

Contentment when she hears them groan.

Giddiness.

Lust.

And last but not least, greed and hunger as she opens her mouth for me to reinsert my cock in there.

It takes her less than a minute to find a rhythm that works for all of us.

She's not selfish or prioritising anyone.

She's fair in giving each of us equal time with her mouth and hand.

'You're doing so good, baby,' I praise as I tweak one of her nipples.

She whimpers when another guy to my left lavishes her other with his mouth.

There's no doubt each of us is enjoying the fruits of her body, but we're all at a wrong angle, and truth be told, my knees won't be able to take it if the whole evening takes place on the ground.

'Let's take this to the bed,' I instruct, nodding toward the extra king-size bed that looks like a sleigh.

'Want me to carry you, princess?' A guy my age, but with bigger muscles, asks.

I'd be intimidated as fuck if it weren't for her looking at me for confirmation.

Again, I nod.

In one swift movement, he picks her up, and she wraps her legs around him.

She squeals when a younger buff man slaps her ass.

He looks like Thor but a biker version.

I puff out my chest, knowing she sense-checks each step with me.

I love that she trusts me to lead the evening.

She's placed on her back in the middle of the bed, and again, the wolves descend on their prey.

The two big black cocks hover over her on each side to gain access to her willing mouth.

She widens for them so they can fit as she flits back and forth.

Her hands never leave either of their dicks, even when she takes a break from sucking.

I imagine her jaw is getting quite sore, but the way she's revelling in their taste shows me she isn't anywhere near done with them.

The mafia dude and Thor look-alike each have a breast they're playing with, whether it be tweaking, licking, biting, sucking, or a new personal favourite, if her cries are anything to go by, slapping.

I hold one of her thighs open while the silver fox holds her other as the salt and pepper gentleman goes to town on her pussy with his tongue and fingers.

I can hear his feral grunts as he tastes what's mine.

At every available opportunity, Holly's eyes find mine, and I see the raw and unadulterated lust in them.

'Do you like having your pussy licked, precious?' I taunt, knowing she can't respond with two cocks in her mouth.

The buck of her hips tells me yes.

It does something to me, knowing we haven't removed a stitch of her clothing; we only manipulated it for easier access.

'Do you like knowing you'll have no voice tomorrow because of all the dicks you've sucked?' I see her eyes glaze over as I talk her through her first orgasm.

'Such amazing breasts, baby.

Does it feel good when they're slapped, bitten, used as our fuck toys?' She detonates at my words, shuddering on the bed as all five men keep up their torture.

Each of the men heap their praise, telling her how amazing she is.

With the cups of her bra pushed down and her skirt pulled up, the very best bits of her are on permanent display.

'More.' She gasps for breath as she tears her mouth away momentarily.

'Do you want us to be inside you now?' I confirm, stroking her ankle and calf up to her thigh.

Yes.

She pleads with her eyes, begging me to continue this state of euphoria she seems to be in.

'You heard her, lads.

Suit up.' Each man moves toward the bowl of condoms and sheaths themselves.

If there was a World Guinness Record for popping on a condom the fastest, there's no doubt the six men inside this room would have come in first, second, third, fourth, fifth, and sixth.

I'm not wearing a condom to fuck my girl.

'Who wants to go first?' I ask the room.

None of them hesitate to advance on her again, but it's the mafia guy who slides beneath her and situates her on top in the prime riding position.

His hands are firm on her hips as her pussy hovers over his erection.

'Ready, Bella?' Again, she looks at me for silent confirmation.

Once she has it, she slams herself down on him.

Jockeys have nothing on her as she rides him to the finish line.

Both of the gents that are around my age plunge into her mouth again, taking turns feeling the back of her throat.

As she bounces, her impending climax draws closer.

She's been on edge ever since we walked in here, so it's no surprise her orgasms are coming in thick and fast.

When our Italian stallion slips his thumb across her clit, she shatters.

Her piercing scream is muffled by her full mouth, which sets off another loud grunt from one of the guys who comes in his condom.

When she's spent, she flops down onto the chest of the Italian guy, heaving for breath.

Sets of hands stroke her back, wanting more parts of her.

She rolls off the cock she was just sitting on and is greeted by one of the black cocks entering her.

An agonising shout rips from her throat as she adjusts to his size.

Seeing the colour contrast against her milky skin and the size ripping her slit apart is magical.

'Shh, baby, you're alright.

Look how full you are, precious.

See how much your pussy is spread?' I lie behind her, cupping her tits in my hands.

As she continues to get jackhammered, the rest of the guys work their cocks until it's their turn.

For the next half an hour or so, I coach her through each and every orgasm.

The bed is soaking wet as she comes over and over.

Her cries are lessening with each climax, but she's brought back to life when another cock enters her.

I kiss every available inch of her shoulder, her neck, and her mouth as I strum my fingers on her clit to get her there each time.

I haven't been inside her yet, and she's noticed.

‘C-CChris?’ 'Hmm?' I'm back to massaging her belly as one of my hands clenches a fistful of her hair, directing her to look into my eyes.

'You haven't been inside me yet.

I…I need you.' Another sob tears from her mouth as she comes around another cock.

Little does she know, I'm building to the crescendo.

'I want in your ass, honey.' Her eyes widen for a second before a smile splits across her face.

'Do you think you could handle having a cock in your cunt and your ass?' The hand that was massaging her belly is now resting on her heart.

It's palpitating faster than a kid sprinting back to their room to avoid being caught by their parents sneaking a look at their presents before the morning.

Catching me off guard, she pecks me on the lips before licking the seam.

'Fuck me in the ass, Chris.' With a suggestive wink, she squirms to release the guy who's still inside her.

Thor takes my place and lies back.

His hands are behind his head, waiting for his second ride of the night to begin.

Holly hops on with ease and leans forward on his chest.

When he goes to kiss her, she jerks back.

'Uh, uh, uh.

Only my man is allowed to kiss me.' I huff out a laugh as she looks back and winks.

When she blows me a kiss, she repositions herself on his chest and slides down his pole.

The rest of the guys watch in fascination, their cocks fast inflating at her bent over.

Standing behind her, I grab hold of her hips as she slowly grinds on Thor's dick.

If I'm going to squeeze my way in, I need her still.

She's been stretching her hole for years with different toys and says the anal beads are her favourite, but all those instruments are child's play compared to my cock.

When she's in place, I rip the floss of string in her ass, gather enough saliva in my mouth and spit it right between her crack.

I then pour some lube one of the guys has hands me and squirt it in the same spot.

Watching it dribble between her cheeks, I slide my cock up and down to lubricate it enough.

I know she isn't ready, so I spit again, this time using my thumb to open her up.

Immediately, Holly clenches and hisses out a 'yes.' The ring of her tight hole feels incredible.

I can't even fathom how my cock is going to fit inside her, let alone how it will feel, but my body is physically trembling to get inside.

'Here I go, sweetheart.

Be a good girl and relax for me, yeah?'

Reaching around, I strum her clit again so she's distracted by other sensations.

When I know she's delirious, I guide my cock to her entrance, working it past the tight ring.

'Ow,' she sobs as she tightens.

I'm about to bust a nut if she doesn't loosen up.

I pinch her clit harder to occupy her attention elsewhere.

When I finally feel her ease, I slip inside her more easily.

'Chris!' she shrieks as I bottom out.

She collapses on Thor's chest, sagging like a rag doll.

'I'm in, baby.

God, I'm in.

You feel so fucking unbelievable.

Squeezing me so fucking tight.' I strain the words out as my body stiffens.

'Move.

Please move.' As you wish.

She pulls herself up again with the help of two of the guys.

When she's steady on her knees, I thrust in and out, eliciting joyful squeals.

'So full.

So full.

So full.' Her chants spur me on as I plough into her.

I can see her puckered hole redden each time, which drives me mad with need.

'Never felt a tighter asshole, honey,' I grunt, the words coming out feral and throaty.

'Need this.

Need you.' She turns to look at me with glassy eyes.

The intensity of the physical is a lot, but it's the emotion between us that is too much.

'Need you, baby.

Need this.

Need us,' I growl.

It's maniacal that we're saying all of this as another guy fucks her, with spectators no less, but neither of us can help it.

'I feel everything with you.' Her hands fly to her head as she pulls at her hair.

I'm so close, but I need her to come with me, so to speed it up, I rain down slaps against her flesh.

Hearing them ricochet around the room and my print appearing on her cheeks satisfies me to no end.

As I feel the heaviness of my balls, I grip both cheeks and start pounding into her.

I know I'm destroying her ass.

I know she will have trouble with how raw it feels tomorrow, but this is what she does.

She drives me insane.

'Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

So.

Good.

Hurts.

But.

So Good.

More.

There.

Nearly there.' I piece together what she's trying to say as she pants.

Thor is jacking up into her while I'm driving from behind.

The room reeks of sweat and sex, and the hedonism of it all adds to all the sensations I'm feeling right now.

'Want us to come on you, princess?' One of the older men asks.

Honestly, I'd forgotten about the other five guys in the room until now.

She searches my face for me to answer.

'Make her messy, boys.' Apart from Thor, each of them rips off the condoms they're wearing and starts spraying various parts of her body.

From all angles, she's being covered.

Some of it lands on her back, some on her tits, some on her stomach.

Other spurts land inside her mouth or on her face.

I know for sure Thor's load is dripping in the condom as he comes inside her, and as for mine, it unloads deep inside her ass as I roar, feeling like a beast.

I'm sure the entire club would hear Holly being annihilated if Christmas carols weren't playing.

Her screams eventually become silent as the last of her orgasm has knocked the wind and voice out of her.

Tears are flooding down her face as she bursts into a million pieces.

'That's it, baby girl, let it all go.' Speaking of floods, her pussy squirts all over Thor's chest, wetting us around her.

'Too much.

Too much.' I slip out of her, watching the remnant of my cum pool down her crack.

Watching my creampie has to be one of the most satisfying moments of my life.

The white mixed around her red hole reminds me of a melted candy cane, and it looks delicious.

So delicious that I dip my tongue into her crack and lick it all up.

She flexes her ass the more I lick and swallow.

When I have the last of it in my mouth, I move around and force it into her mouth, feeling it leak on my beard and chin.

As we sloppily kiss, she lets out one last mini orgasm, which spasms through her entire body.

Her mumbled chants soon subside as she fades to unconsciousness.

We've all successfully fucked her into oblivion.

When she slumps on Thor, I pick her up in my arms and cradle her to me.

I don't want to sit in this cum-covered bed, so instead, I sit us down in Santa's chair.

I dismiss them after a few minutes of pleasantries and speaking about nothing.

'Thanks guys.' Throwing a blanket on top of us, I cuddle her to my chest, waiting for her to wake up.

She's serenely snoozing as soft snores filter around us.

After she regains consciousness, we spend the rest of the night at the hotel in the bath, relishing each other.

I organise an in-room massage to relax her muscles and order an array of snacks so she regains her strength.

You'd think our fuck fest would be the best part of my night, but it isn't.

It's lying in bed with her, wrapped up in my arms, her naked body against mine as she traces circles around my torso.

She's shimmering in sweat, but her body looks luminous as the moon shines through the open curtains.

'Chris?' She says, almost childlike.

Her pretty eyes find mine as she peeks up through her thick lashes.

'Yeah, baby?' I trace her spine with my fingertips, marvelling at how much peace and happiness she brings me.

'No more cocks from now on.

Just yours.

I only want yours.

I only want you.' She's my beautiful, adventurous girl.

She doesn't say what I know she wants to say, but I can hear the vulnerability in her voice, and it makes me fall a little harder.

'No one else, sweetheart.

Just you and me,' I agree, squeezing her body into me.