Chapter 35 – Amber
Chapter Thirty-Five
AMBER
H e clears a space for us as I undress, spreading a blanket over the rug to create a nest under the tree. Then he slowly takes off his Santa suit, making me laugh as he does a mock-Burlesque bump and grind with his shirt and hat, eventually kicking his red pants away with a flourish. They end up snagging on one of the tree’s low branches.
“You’re a very bad Santa,” I say, gliding my hands up his chest. I explore his toned and muscular physique, loving the feel of his skin. The power in his arms is luscious, and even looking at his chiseled abs makes me lick my lips.
I drop to my knees and take his cock into my mouth, teasing and toying, flicking it with my tongue. My hands are on his firm ass, and he groans as I play with him. “Fuck, baby, you are so good at that. Nobody has ever sucked my cock like you do.”
He thrusts very slowly in and out of my mouth, and I can tell he’s holding back. I cup his balls, gently caressing them. I can’t get enough of the taste of him. He pulls away suddenly, and when I look up, he is smiling and shaking his head. “I don’t want to come yet. It’s not polite. Ladies first.”
“Always the gentleman,” I murmur as he joins me on the blanket.
His gray eyes flash with something primal, and I gulp at the intensity in them. “Not always,” he growls. “Sit on my face. Let me eat that delicious pussy of yours.” He lies on his back. “Don’t be shy. I want your pussy on my mouth. I want to smell it and taste it and see it. Right now.”
My face heats at his dirty talk, but I bite back my embarrassment. It makes no sense to be embarrassed. This man already knows every inch of me. I crawl slowly over him, my legs on either side of his body, and trail my pussy over his cock, leaving it coated in my juices. He groans as I work my way up. His beard brushes the inside of my thighs, and he roughly grabs my hips. I hover above his mouth, so close I can feel his hot breath against me.
“There. Exactly there. Fuck. That is a beautiful sight, baby. Look how wet you are, practically dripping for me already. So pink and perfect.” He flicks his tongue along my seam, and the sensation from this position is amazing. He works up and down, holding me in place as he explores. He curls his tongue and pushes it inside my opening. I gasp, and he pulls me slightly lower, his nose sliding against my clit as he laps me up inside. The pressure starts to build, a constant throb, a second heartbeat.
His big hands keep me still, controlling the slight changes in angle as he licks and kisses my wet folds, the heat increasing with every shift of his mouth. He sucks on my clit and swirls his tongue around it.
“Elijah,” I moan, and his hands move to my ass, tugging me closer. Every nerve ending tingles, the orgasm coursing through me like an electric shock. My arousal drips from me, and I can’t stop shaking. He keeps me there, holding me still, licking and sucking and gently probing. “Fuck, that was spectacular,” he says as he rolls me onto my back. He wipes his face with the back of his hand and looks down at me with hunger in his eyes.
I’m still trembling, still recovering from what he just did to me. From what he always seems to do to me. I pull him in for a kiss and taste myself on his tongue. I want more. He growls as he claims my mouth, his hands roaming my body, palming my breasts and sliding under my ass. He kneads my flesh and sucks my nipples, and I am already feeling that seductive rhythm build again. When he pulls back, our eyes meet. His beard glistens with the evidence of how hard I came, and his face is dark with passion. He is terrifying and magnificent, and I want every damn inch of him. I don’t care how complicated this is, and I don’t care if it’s wrong. I need him.
“Tonight, Elijah,” I whisper. “I want to do it tonight.”
“What, baby? What do you want to do?” His gaze is intense, so hot I can feel it on my skin. His cock is upright and throbbing and huge, and I swallow down a moment of doubt.
“I want to do the thing we’ve never done.”
His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “You’re sure?” he asks. “It’s not something you have to do.”
“I don’t feel like I have to do it, Elijah. I want to. Please?”
“Baby,” he says, getting quickly to his feet. “You really don’t have to ask me twice. I was just making sure it was what you really wanted. And now that I know it is…” He rummages around in his red felt Santa sack and emerges holding a small bottle. “Almond oil,” he says triumphantly. “I knew that muscle strain would come in handy.”
He joins me back on the floor. “Turn over. Let’s start with a massage. We don’t have to rush, and the more relaxed you are, the better.”
I do as I’m told and stretch out on my front. He rubs the oil in his hands to warm it up, then smooths his big hands over my shoulders. I am a little more tense than I realized. Even though I want to do this, I’m also nervous. He’s surprisingly skilled, naturally knowing where to apply firmer pressure and where to be gentle. It’s relaxing and arousing. Every time his hands glide down my sides, he touches the edge of my breasts. Every time, I want him to touch them more. It is a slow and sexy form of foreplay, and by the time he actually reaches the lower half of my body, I am made of liquid.
He murmurs appreciatively as he kneads my backside. “I’ve said this before, but baby, your ass… It’s phenomenal. The most perfect ass in the history of asses.” He pauses, and his tone deepens. “I cannot wait to be balls-deep in it. You still want that, Amber? You want me to fuck you there?”
His words are filthy, and they make me want him all the more. I wriggle my butt, lifting it slightly as though I’m offering it to him. Which I suppose I am. “Yes, that’s still what I want.”
“Up on your knees then. Ass in the air. Keep your head down, get nice and comfortable… Yeah, that’s it.” He skims his fingers along my slit and easily slides two fingers inside me.
“Fuck. You really do want this. You’re soaking my whole hand, you dirty girl.” He lazily rubs my clit, building me up to a state of almost-orgasm, but leaves me hanging right as I’m about to come. I groan in disappointment, and he laughs. “Not yet, sweetheart, not yet. It’ll be even better if you wait a while. First, I need to get inside this juicy ass of yours.”
He pours oil on me, and the sensation is strange but also exciting as the thick liquid runs into my most intimate places. He gently spreads my cheeks apart and sighs. “Fuck. You’re even perfect here. I’m going to shoot my load into this gorgeous ass of yours, baby. I’m going to fill you up.”
I moan at the image. “Yes, please.”
He slides a finger to my back entrance, and with the help of the oil, inserts it. It feels odd, but not painful. It’s like nothing I can remember experiencing before. The last time I tried this was against my will, and this is a million miles away from that—this is something I desperately want. Something my husband will do with passion and respect. Already, my pussy is clenching and fluttering.
I push back against the invading finger, and he moves it in and out, building up speed as he goes. “Jesus. That feels so good. You okay? I’m not hurting you too much?”
“No. I’m ready for more, Elijah. I want more.”
“Fuck,” he says, pulling his finger out and replacing it with the crown of his cock. He holds my cheeks apart, and I feel the big head of his dick pushing against me. “Just relax, baby. Deep breaths and relax.”
Slowly, he forces his cock past the tight ring of muscle. There’s resistance, and it hurts. I suck in air and remind myself to breathe slowly as he goes deeper. “That’s it,” he murmurs, stroking my skin soothingly. “You’re doing so well. Fuck, you look amazing.”
He gives a final firm push, and I squeal as I feel him go all in the way in, then he goes still, letting me get used to the sensation. His fingers dip back inside my pussy, and I cry out with pure pleasure at the way my skin stretches around him.
Very slowly, he starts to thrust from behind, matching the rhythm with his fingers. His thumb pad slides over my clit as he moves, and I’m almost weeping from the heightened sensations that course through me. “I can feel my own cock inside you. I fucking love it, and I can tell you do too. Come for me, Amber. Squeeze my fingers with your tight, wet cunt. Come for me while I fuck your perfect ass.”
The pressure builds inside me, pounding away in two different places. I’m full of him, and he’s stroking my swollen bud and gliding his fingers in and out of my soaking pussy. His cock is stretching my ass, thrusting and pushing me closer and closer to the edge. He circles my clit with his thumb and curls his fingers inside me, stroking the sweet spot that pushes me over the cliff. “Elijah!” I cry, my mind and body exploding in a glorious climax.
“Yeah, that’s it. That’s perfect. Fuck!”
Once he’s milked every last second of pleasure from my orgasm, both hands go to my hips, and he holds me steady. “Baby, I’m going to enjoy this so much.” He drives his cock into me hard, and I gasp at the power of it. Now that I’ve come and he knows I can take him, it’s as though he gives himself permission to let go, and he rails into me like a demon. It’s wild and scary and like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I love every heart-pounding moment of it. He comes, groaning and yelling my name as he empties himself inside me. After pulling out, he collapses, and I lie next to him, sore but so very satisfied. He turns onto his side to look at me, his pupils huge and his breathing reduced to ragged gasps.
He strokes my hair back from my face and kisses me gently. “I love you.” It’s such a sweet moment, especially in contrast to the animalistic way he was fucking me only seconds ago.
“I love you too,” I murmur. “That wasum… merry?”
He rolls onto his back and grins up at the branches of the giant tree. “Nothing says Christmas quite like a cock in the ass. Thank you. Thank you for sharing another first with me.”
“You’re very welcome. I liked it.”
He stretches his arms over his head and yawns. “Fuck, I’m tired. Keeping up with you is exhausting. Shall we go to bed?”
His question makes me freeze. I’m tired too, but I cannot allow him to stay. What we just did was deeply intimate, but sleeping in his arms, waking up with him… I’m still too hurt by everything that has happened to go back to the way things were.
There was an innocence to Mr. and Mrs. Smith that no longer exists. Now, we’re very much ourselves, and Mr. and Mrs. James are a couple in the process of getting a divorce. What the hell are we playing at?
I stand up and start to dress. He looks up at me, then follows suit. He’s figured out from my silence that a sleepover is not on the cards, and it’s clear that he’s both hurt and angry.
“I’m sorry, Elijah,” I say once we’re dressed. “I just don’t think it’s a good idea for you to stay overnight. Probably none of this was a good idea.”
“You’re undoubtedly right,” he says, his tone clipped. “It was a mistake. I’m good enough to fuck, but not good enough to share a bed with.”
“That’s not fair,” I say, feeling my own anger stir. “I told you how I felt, Elijah. I told you, after you hurt me like you did, that I didn’t trust you enough to try again.”
“But you trusted me enough to let me fuck you like that?”
He’s lashing out because he’s upset, but I’m not willing to simply take it. “Yes. I trust you physically, Elijah, one hundred percent. But with my heart? With my feelings? Not so much. Also, I didn’t ask you to come here tonight, did I? That was your decision. You invited yourself. I’m sorry I let you through the damn door.”
How can I still have his cum inside me, still be wet from my own orgasm, while we stand here and shoot barbs at one another? The sex is the only damn thing that works between us, and it’s not enough.
“I don’t want this,” I say quietly, looking into his stormy eyes. “I don’t want to fight. We always end up fucking or fighting.”
Tears flow down my cheeks, and he’s starting to tear up also. “I know, Amber. I know. I don’t want this either. I’ll leave now. I’m sorry. Fuck, I don’t even know what I’m sorry for. Both of us, I guess. We just can’t seem to get it right.”
He puts his Santa hat on my head, kisses me on the nose, and gives me a sad smile. “Take care, baby. See you around.”
As he closes the door behind him, I tell myself that this is for the best, but the assurance falls flat.