9. MILA
9
MILA
T he revealing black lingerie fits better than anything I’ve ever worn, and as I tie a big red bow around my waist, I can’t help but feel like the most desirable woman in the world.
God, I can’t wait for him to arrive. It’s going to be perfect, even better than last year because, this time, I’ve spent every day of the last year anticipating his return, trying to remember what he smelled like, how big he was, how demanding. Just the memory of his deep voice gives me chills.
Every day I’ve thought about him, and despite how badly it’s going to hurt to have to see him leave again, I can’t help but need this. I’ve struggled this year. I’ve had no one in my corner. No family. No friends. It’s just been me and my wishes, but it all changes tonight—at least for a little while. Come tomorrow morning, I’ll wake up and everything will be back to normal. Back to missing him. Back to wishing I could be right there with him, wherever that might be. Back to waiting and anticipating.
It’s too much. This past year has almost destroyed me, and there were times I wanted to give up. Times where I considered writing him one final letter and begging him to let me go. The truth is, this is absurd. What kind of woman waits around all year for a man she will see just once? I should be trying to move on. I should find someone to settle down with and do the whole big white house on a hill with a picket fence thing. I should think about my future. A wedding, kids, and a dog. Yet here I am in my lonely apartment, dressing up for a fictional man who holds my whole damn heart.
I truly am a sucker for punishment.
I’ve stayed up watching silly Christmas movies, each one of them ending with a happily ever after, and honestly, fuck them. Why do they get to have all their dreams come true when I only get to have one raunchy night per year? I mean, Nick doesn’t even respond to my letters. Not that I have any idea how all of that shit is supposed to happen.
Has he even received my letters?
He told me to keep making Christmas wishes, and that’s exactly what I did, but what if he’s only getting the wish part of the letter? Nah, that’s ridiculous. If he’s getting the wish, then surely he’s getting the letter. But fuck. Would it kill him to pick up a fucking pen and write me something in return? It’s not as though I’ve been waiting on bated breath for him all damn year.
I get through a movie and a half before I finally turn it off and decide it’s time to get ready. I have no idea what time to expect the dick-tator of my wettest dreams, but considering he still has to deliver a present to every single child in the whole damn universe, it could take a minute.
It’s almost one in the morning, and as I adjust the bow around my waist and step into the black pumps that perfectly match my lingerie, a strange shiver trails down my spine, and though I can’t explain it, I just know it’s him.
The jitters hit me hard, and as I make my way out of my bedroom and into my living room, I quickly glance around, making sure that everything is perfect. I went hard on the Christmas decorations this year. I wanted everything to be perfect, and now my apartment looks like elves threw up in here. There’s Christmas shit everywhere. Though by the time I’m through with him, it’ll look a little more like a Santa sex-fest massacre. If cum isn’t spread across the walls and the ceiling fan, then we did it wrong. But also, why the fuck am I so disgusting? Cum on my walls? What kind of sex-crazed monster has Nick turned me into?
Turning the light out, I keep the small lamp in my living room on, paired with the soft stream of moonlight shining through the window, and the mood lighting is just about perfect.
The nerves hit an all-time high, and I’m suddenly flooded with a wave of questions, every single one of them centered around how the hell I’m supposed to position myself.
Do I sit on the couch and try to look sexy with my legs apart, or is that too desperate? Do I take up residence on the coffee table? Do I hang out by my bedroom door and try to pose against the frame? What about the kitchen counter? Maybe I should just stand awkwardly in the middle of the room like I’m doing now.
Holy fucking shit.
Sheer panic rumbles through my chest. How did I manage to plan out every last second of tonight but forget about this? My gaze madly dances around my apartment, trying to figure myself out, when a shadow falls across my living room window, and suddenly nothing else matters.
The window pulls back and, within seconds, every glorious inch of my six-foot-four Christmas wish appears in my living room, his signature smirk staring back at me.
His eyes are so much darker than I remembered, and the butterflies deep in my stomach instantly soar. God, I’ve never been so happy in my life. He opens his arms, and every train of thought leaves me. All that matters is getting to him.
I run across my small apartment, my heels slamming against the hardwood floors, and I throw myself into the air, crashing into him with the force of a freight train.
His strong, capable arms lock around me as I twine my legs around his muscled waist. “Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he rumbles as his lips crash down on mine.
I melt into him, and within seconds, he has my back against the living room wall, and intense pleasure rocks through my body. The butterflies turn to fire in my belly, and all I’m left with is a raw determination to feel him inside of me.
Hunger takes over as that familiar pine scent fills the air, intoxicating me with sheer need. My hands roam over his body, frantically pulling at his big red suit, and he hastily helps, holding onto me with only one hand as he reaches for the black belt around his waist.
“Oh God,” I gasp as he holds me against the wall with his hips, grinding that thick cock against my core. “I need you inside me.”
The belt falls to the floor, and the big red jacket is next to go, revealing his rock-hard body beneath. He’s pure perfection. Every inch of his chest, arms, and abs are perfectly sculptured. I’ve never seen anything more delicious in my life.
“Nick, please,” I groan.
He reaches down between us, freeing that delicious cock, and I can’t help the way my tongue peeks out and rolls along my bottom lip, the raw desperation turning me into a frantic, caged animal. He wraps his fingers around the base of his cock, giving a firm squeeze as he pins me with his hips, freeing his other hand as I clutch onto him, trying to keep myself balanced against the wall.
Nick’s other hand disappears between us, and the second his fingers brush over my needy cunt, a loud groan tears from the back of my throat. Who would have known that waiting twelve months to be touched by a man would do this to me? He quickly moves the fabric of my black thong aside and pushes his thick fingers inside me.
“Holy fuck,” I moan, tipping my head back against the wall as I sense his wicked stare locked on my face. “Right there.”
“You like that, baby?”
“God, yes.”
“You’re such a good girl, waiting all these months just for me.”
Fuck. I love the way he talks to me, but I love that rich tone even more, and in response, all I can do is clench my walls around his fingers as he massages me from within.
“That’s right, Mila. Squeeze my fingers. Show me how badly you need me.”
“Fuck, Nick,” I pant, my eyes coming back to his, and the moment our stares collide, fireworks burst between us, and the need is like nothing I’ve ever known. His lips crash back to mine, and he kisses me with an intensity that could set my whole damn apartment complex on fire.
He fucks me with his fingers, making sure I’m ready for him, but he should know better. I’ve been ready for him since Christmas Day last year. Every fucking day was absolute torture without him. The number of times I’ve had to fuck myself just to relieve the ache he left behind is absurd. I don’t even want to begin to think about what my neighbors must think of me.
His thumb stretches up to my clit, and just that slight pressure is enough to set me off, my hips wildly jolting against his hold, and as Nick demands full control of my body, I come apart, my orgasm coming out of nowhere and rocking my whole damn world. I come on his fingers, my walls erratically spasming around him, but he doesn’t let up or stop rolling his fingers against my walls, curving and splitting them as I throw my head back with sheer satisfaction.
It’s too much, and my eyes start to roll. “That’s right, Mila. Come for me. Let me feel how you squeeze me.”
His words are intoxicating, and I know without a doubt that this man will be the death of me. But death by intense orgasm seems like the ultimate way to go.
“Holy fucking shit,” I groan, my nails digging into his strong shoulder, leaving little half-moons in his flawless skin.
Nick’s fingers continue their pleasure-filled assault on my pussy, and as my orgasm flows through my veins and sends my world into a blissful abyss, I feel his lips come down on the sensitive skin of my neck.
It’s the best moment of my life, and I swear, for just a moment, I feel the whole fucking world shake beneath us. “Oh, God. Nick,” I groan as my fingers twine into his hair, holding on to him for dear life. Then as the intensity of my orgasm begins to fizzle out, he pulls his fingers free and takes my hips, holding me tight against the wall.
“You ready for me, Mila?” he questions, holding my hungry stare, but he already knows the answer to that. He can feel how fucking ready I am.
“I’ve never been so ready,” I tell him through heaving breaths. Then in a blinding thrust, Nick slams his thick cock inside of me, and as my walls stretch around his sheer size, we both fucking crumble.
“Fuck,” he grunts, his fingers tighten on my hips as he takes a second to find himself. “You’ve got no fucking idea how much I’ve needed this.”
I can’t help but laugh. “Probably about as much as I have,” I say, only my voice comes out as a strained whisper. “I need you to move, Nick. Please. Don’t keep me waiting.”
He doesn’t hesitate, and as his hips rock, my eyelids flutter, the pleasure already too much for me to handle. But I trust Nick, and despite how intense this is going to be, he’ll be right there holding me up.
His hips slam forward again, and I cry out, almost positive the sheer intensity of his frantic thrusts will shake the whole fucking building, but that’s exactly what I asked for, isn’t it? I need my world rocked in a way I’ll never recover from.
Nick starts to truly fuck me, pinning me against the wall as his hips pull back and roll forward, taking me at every angle. It’s exhilarating. I’ve never felt anything so animalistic and raw, and I fucking love it. I love his wild need for me, and I love how it matches my wild need for him.
“Damn it, Mila. You’re so fucking perfect for me.”
I can’t respond as he blows my mind. I’m able to feel everything, right down to the bulbous head of his cock and the angry veins as he slams in and out of me.
“You have no fucking idea how many times I’ve had to fuck myself, picturing the way you would ride me tonight. How you’d take me in your mouth and make me come until I came down your pretty little throat. Just the words in your letters had me falling to pieces. I’ve never been so desperate in my life.”
Hmmm. Just the thought of watching him making himself come does wicked things to me.
“Fuck. Is it too late to wish I could see the way you fuck yourself?”
A wicked grin stretches across his face, and the way his eyes shimmer with happiness is enough to keep me fulfilled for the next twelve months without him. “I think I can make time for that.”
A laugh bubbles up my throat, but before the sound can fly out of me, I grab Nick and pull him back in until his lips are firmly against mine. He kisses me deeply, his tongue swiping through my mouth as his hand slides up my waist, not stopping until he’s reached the curve of my breast.
He pulls the cup down just enough for my nipple to peek out the top and the way he takes it between his skilled fingers and gently rolls it sends pulsing shots of electricity right down to my core.
I crumble in his strong arms, my whole body falling to pieces around him as everything that I am becomes his. I wasn’t sure during the year if I was actually falling for this man or if it was all in my head, but having him here in the flesh, I know for sure. I am unequivocally in love with him.
He takes me deep, and I cling to him with a need that makes my heart race faster than it ever has. “Nick,” I pant.
“I know,” he tells me, his voice so soft, so sure. Then as it becomes all too much, I detonate again, only this time, Nick is right there with me, shooting hot spurts of cum deep inside me.
His fingers tighten on my body as he comes, and I hold him closer, crying out in absolute ecstasy. My orgasm pulses through me, claiming every single inch of my body, right through to my fingers and toes, and I can’t help but throw my head back against the wall as I shatter like glass.
Nick doesn’t stop, his thick cock moving in and out of me in long, determined thrusts, and I know without a doubt that he feels the way my pussy convulses around him.
God, I’ve needed this so much.
A deep groan rumbles through his chest, and the sound of his pleasure is enough to set me alight all over again. “Holy shit,” I pant, as he drops his forehead to my shoulder, taking deep breaths as we both start coming down from our high.
“You can say that again,” he says, and as a proud smirk stretches across my lips, I make a point to squeeze my walls and laugh at the way he groans again. “Fuck, baby. You’re going to be the reason I fall to my knees.”
“You have no idea how okay I am with that.”
Nick laughs and shifts his hands to my ass before pulling me away from the wall. The slight movement causes him to shift inside me, making my sensitive body jolt. He walks us over to my kitchen and places my ass down on the counter before gently pulling himself free.
He takes the slightest step back before bracing his hands against the counter and caging me in, his dark stare locked so firmly on mine. “I’m fucking serious, Mila. You’ve got no idea how desperately I’ve craved everything you are this year. Walking away from you last December fucking destroyed me. I don’t know how I’m supposed to do it again.”
“Then don’t.”
“It’s not that easy, Mila. I’m in love with you. Have been since I was eight years old,” he tells me, making my heart run a million miles an hour as his hand shifts to my bare thigh. “I know you wanted clarity about you and me and how all of this is supposed to work, but I really don’t know how I’m supposed to give you that. All I can tell you is that I’ve been yours since before I can fucking remember.”
I nod, my fingers dancing across his chest and down to his hand on my thigh. “I love you, too.”
He holds my stare a moment longer before dipping his head toward mine and kissing me again, and this time, it’s different from earlier. It’s not the hungry need of two people desperate to come alive. It’s almost a heartbroken kind of kiss, both of us knowing that this thing between us can never go anywhere further than this, despite how we feel for each other.
Not wanting to kill the mood of our one night together, I slowly pull back and place my hand against his warm chest. “I believe you have a list of wishes that require marking off.”
A stupid grin pulls at the corner of his lips, and he wastes no time pulling the printout of wishes from his pocket before handing it to me. I quickly scan over it, realizing he’s already ticked a few boxes. “Wow, you’re certainly not wasting any time,” I tease before glancing around my kitchen in search of a pen. “Looks like January, March, and November are already out of the way.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” he says, reaching for a pen that I clearly missed. “Tick them off.”
A wide smile settles on my face as I get to work, ticking off the first three boxes of the night.
January - To be fucked up against the living room wall the second I see her. Slam into her. (A quickie to get it out of our systems.)
March - Make her come so hard that her whole world implodes. She wants to feel the whole world shake beneath her, but even I have limits of what my magic can do.
November - Give her the clarity she deserves.
“You know, there’s an awful lot of things to get through,” I comment, glancing over the list one more time, hardly able to even remember making some of these wishes, but I won’t lie, I like the sound of every last one of them. “Do you think we’ll have time to get through them all?”
Nick arches a brow. “Do you doubt me, Mila?”
All I can do is shake my head as he takes the list from my hand and places it down on the counter beside me. “Time is of the essence. We better get to work.”
A thrill shoots through me as his dark, hungry gaze sails over my body, taking in my lingerie and the big red bow around my waist. “Did I tell you how fucking gorgeous you are? Just the sight of you like this . . . How did I ever get so lucky?”
My cheeks flush, but as his gaze comes back to mine, something shifts in his dark stare. “It’s a shame I’m going to have to unwrap you.”
“Oh?” I ask, the butterflies soaring deep in my stomach. “And just how do you intend to do that?”
He pinches the bow around my waist between his fingers, and I watch as it slowly begins to unravel, and with every passing second, his gaze darkens even more. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen, but when he lays me back against the counter and takes the sheer material of my thong between his teeth and begins dragging it down my thighs, the thrill that rushes through me is simply delicious.
He pulls my thong right off over my black heels, and I make a mental note to tick off December’s wish of watching him remove my underwear with his teeth. But holy fuck, I also need to make a mental note to add that as a standing wish for every single Christmas to come because that was hot.
I sit back up on the counter as Nick drops to his knees, and as my stomach begins to do flip-flops, Nick slowly spreads my thighs. He scoops his arms beneath my thighs, pulling me right to the edge of the counter and I quickly catch myself on my palms before I fall back.
“Mmmm,” Nick groans, inhaling deeply. “You smell divine.”
My cheeks flush again. I can’t say I’ve ever had a man smell me, but when it comes to Nick, I just take it as it comes.
I can’t help but watch as his fingers trail through my wetness, teasing my opening and mixing with his cum. Then just when it becomes too much, he slowly pushes himself back inside of me before curving his fingers and rolling them over my g-spot time and time again.
My body shudders, and when he looks up at me with that cocky smirk and dark, shimmering eyes, he knows he’s got me right where he wants me. “You like that, Mila?” he murmurs. “Do you like how I fuck you with my fingers?”
I nod, biting my bottom lip, the anticipation boiling inside me, knowing exactly what comes next.
“Tell me what you want.”
“Don’t stop.”
He shakes his head. “Come on, baby. Tell me what you really want. Don’t be shy. We both know what a whore you are for me. Don’t hold back now.”
I’m sure my cheeks are blazing by this point, but he has a point. This is the only man on earth who knows just how desperately I want to be fucked, yet he’s also the only one who can do it in a way that will make my whole world implode. I can’t hold back from him.
My fingers brush across my skin, trailing over my exposed nipple and down between my thighs before slowly circling my needy clit. “I want you to fuck me with your mouth, Nick. Flick my clit with your tongue and make me come on your fingers again. Treat me like your filthy whore. Make me come for you.”
He dives into me, his warm mouth closing over my clit, not leaving me a single second to remove my hand, and as my fingers roll over my clit, so does his tongue. “Oh God,” I groan, unable to tear my stare away. His tongue rolls out of his mouth and circles my clit, all while his fingers rotate inside of me, massaging my walls.
I pull my fingers away, letting him get to work, and fuck, does he ever!
Nick is too much, too good, and I don’t know how to handle it, but I better figure it out soon because this is only the beginning of our night. We still have a million more months to tick off.
He goes hard, eating my pussy as though he hasn’t eaten all year, and there’s no doubt about it, he takes pride in his work. You can always tell when a man eats pussy because he has to, compared to when a man eats pussy because he thoroughly enjoys it, and jolly old Saint Nicholas here is the latter. All he wants is to see me come, and getting to be the one who makes me shatter is the only gift on his wish list. But he should know by now that I give as good as I get, and judging by tonight’s performance, he’s in for one hell of a ride tonight.
He takes his time, pushing me right to the edge before pulling back and drawing out my orgasm, each time getting even more intense.
My walls contract around his fingers, desperate to come as my ability to cry out and groan leaves me. I’m speechless and completely at his mercy, just waiting for him to let me come, but he doesn’t. He’s intent on drawing out every second of my pleasure, claiming it for himself, even if it takes all night.
I’m so fucking close. So desperate, but he increases the intensity each time, working me and working me until I can’t hold in my cries a second longer. “FUCK!” I scream out, throwing my head back as my hands ball into tight fists on the counter. “Fuck. Nick, please. I need to come.”
His tongue rolls over my clit once more, sucking and nipping as he picks up the pace of his fingers, and I feel his wicked smile against my pussy. “You need to come, baby?” he murmurs against me.
“You know I do,” I pant.
He laughs to himself before finally giving me what I’ve been needing, circling my clit with his tongue as his fingers plunge deeper. Only this time, he doesn’t just push me toward the edge, he grabs me and launches me right off it.
“OH FUCK!” I cry out, clutching the back of his head and holding him right there between my thighs as his tongue does its filthy magic and sends me into a whole other universe. I see stars dancing across my vision as every nerve ending inside my body buzzes with electricity.
My toes curl inside my heels, and as Nick keeps working my body, I’m left solely to his mercy.