Bonus Chapter
Kayla
The Following Winter
Kayla: There's a gift in the bedroom for you when you're done with work
Moments after I hit send, I hear the wheels of Ryan's desk chair rolling backwards. Then the door to the guest bedroom that doubles as his home studio flying open, followed by hurried footsteps.
Heat floods through me, and I scramble to prop myself up, leaning back on my hands and pushing my tits sky-high. I didn't expect him to see my message straight away, and thought I'd have a little more time to get things started on my own.
Our bedroom door opens with a bang, and Ryan's frame fills the doorway, eyes flaring when he spots me spread out in the middle of our bed in brand new lingerie.
His gaze tracks down my body, then jumps back up to my throat. "Where's your necklace?"
He stalks towards me, pointing at the hollow in my clavicle where it usually rests. I grab his finger and angle it towards the little dish on my nightstand. My silver snowflake pendant, the one he gave me seventeen years ago, waits safely for me to put it back on when we're done getting down and dirty.
Next to it is my grandmother's engagement ring, which I've been wearing since Ryan proposed to me in our favourite spot last Christmas. I think of her every time I look at it, which is exactly why it comes off in the bedroom.
Speaking of engagements, we've set a date for next summer, a small celebration with friends and family right here in the mountains. We've taken a few weekend breaks around Europe this year, but both agreed we can't imagine saying our vows anywhere else. This place has always felt like home, even more so now we get to spend every day together.
I pull Ryan's finger back towards my mouth and bite down on the end. "I thought you might give me a different kind of necklace today."
He growls, leaping onto the bed and straddling my hips with his knees. In a flash, he has me on my back, both of my wrists pinned above my head with one hand. It's tempting to let him take control, but that's not what I had in mind for us this evening.
Arching my back, I press my tits up against him. This underwear makes them look even better than I'd hoped and he makes a whimpering sort of noise when he looks down at the space between us. With his free hand, he slips a finger underneath one strap at my shoulder, pulls back, and releases it with a sharp snap against my skin.
"This is new," he says, entranced by the way it wraps around me.
The lingerie is blood red, made mostly of straps, and like the best sexy underwear, highly impractical. Some straps criss-cross my waist and lower back, some circle the tops of my thighs. Others lift my boobs high, linking two lacy triangles that barely cover my modesty. The lower-half is made of two long ribbons that tie together in a huge bow, and only I know what is waiting to be unwrapped.
The whole thing took some effort to get into, but I feel sexy as hell. Most of my underwear is purely functional, and on the rare occasions I've bought something more provocative, Ryan's had them on the floor so fast it's hardly been worth it.
With my hands still pinned, I lift my head to kiss along his jaw-line. He prefers a close shave these days, something my inner thighs are happy about. The beard burn was getting out of control.
"I picked it up in Edinburgh."
There's nowhere in our small alpine town to buy anything this fancy, but when I flew home for a wedding dress fitting last month, I made time to visit a nearby sex shop for this and a couple of new toys.
Ryan and I have both been so busy with work lately, me kicking off the new winter season and him editing audiobook productions for companies all over the world. This is the first chance I've had to slip into it.
"Do you like it?" I ask, wiggling against his grip, still letting him think he's in control.
"I love it. You look like Christmas came early, and I want to tear the wrapping off my present." He nips at the side of my neck, and my nipples, already hard, peak further against the thin lace. My restraint is paper thin.
"I knew you would," I smile up at him, knowing I’m about to ruin his fun. "But no touching, I'm afraid."
Ryan lets go of my hands, rears back, and pouts. "What do you mean, I can't touch? You were gone when I woke up, and I've been locked in the studio all day. Then you call me in here and you're looking like this? I need to touch you."
I sit up and smooth the tips of my fingers over his lips, pushing that pout from side to side while he tries to keep up his displeased act.
"Open," I tell him, tapping his lips. He gasps and parts them ever so slightly. Eyes locked on his, I push one finger into his mouth, then another. His tongue is hot and slick, and my core turns molten when he wraps his lips tightly around my fingers and sucks hard.
A few months ago, he put my purple dildo in his mouth after using it on me, and it unlocked something in both of us. Now I can't get enough of watching him suck things, and judging by the way he grips my wrist and pushes my fingers deeper, he's pretty into it too.
His eyes flutter closed, so I tug my fingers free and tease the wet tips in circles around my nipples. The sensation through the lace is incredible against my skin. Ryan sits back on my knees, hands in his lap, watching and waiting for my next instruction.
In all the years before we lived together, we only had two weeks to fulfil our fantasies, and always in a hurry. Now time is on our side, and we've enjoyed switching things up. Ryan still tends to be the dominant one in the bedroom, but sometimes I like to take charge and make him squirm.
Having him watch me touch myself reminds me of those nights we could only see each other over the phone. Though being apart was awful, there was something incredibly hot about having his eyes on me, full of lust, just as they are now.
I lie back down and tease my breasts, squeezing them hard and pinching my nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. Trapped between his legs, my thighs rub together all by themselves, desperate for some relief from the ache that's been building inside me. He notices, of course, smirking at my clear discomfort.
"Do you want to unwrap your present?"
"God, yes," he says, reaching out for me.
"Uh-uh," I swat his hand away. "No hands."
Ryan's eyes flare as he checks me over, trying to figure out how to handle the package I'm wrapped up in. Eventually, he scoots back and dips his head low, taking one end of the bow ribbons in his teeth. He holds eye contact and inches further down the bed, pulling it taught until the knot starts to give.
He does the same on the other side, and I try not to giggle when the material falls away, leaving me bare underneath. Ryan whines, his head falling against my thighs, then he shifts, nudging my legs apart so he can kneel between them.
"Are you serious? This thing has no panties?" He glances towards the ceiling and holds his hands in prayer. "Thank you, Jesus."
"Don't thank Jesus," I say, shoving him with one foot against his chest. "This was all me."
"Then thank you, Bunny. Thank you, thank you, thank you."
I hold my open palm up to his mouth. “Spit.”
He does as he's told, and I get such a thrill seeing him obey me like this. My other hand cups his cheek and he nuzzles into it. "Good boy."
I part my legs wider and dangle my hand over my exposed flesh. There's no way I'm not wet already, but I know the sight of his saliva dripping off my fingertips and onto my clit will drive him crazy. I spread it around slowly, putting on a good show for my man.
My man.
The thought has me squirming. Sometimes I still have to pinch myself that this is my real life now. Not some other world I only get to visit in my dreams.
"I want you to watch me."
"I'm watching, baby." He swallows hard, shifting to adjust what I'm sure is an uncomfortable erection. "Can't take my eyes off of you."
My blood thumps through my veins, rushing south and making the fine hairs on my arms stand on end. Watching him watch me gives me full-body shivers. I take my time exploring my aching flesh, driving my need to come even higher before slipping one finger, then another, inside myself.
"There's something else I want, too," I tell him.
His gaze stays locked on my hand's movements. "Anything. It's yours."
"Tell me what's on your wishlist this Christmas."
He opens his mouth to speak, then a hint of surprise flashes across his face before he replaces it with a scowl. I'm certain I almost had him there.
"Anything but that."
"Fine." I stop touching myself and pull our blankets over my body, wrapping myself up like a burrito. He yanks them off me just as quickly.
"Put your fingers back where they belong," he snaps, smacking the inside of my thigh with the back of his hand. The sting takes my breath away, and I'd love for him to do it again, but I'm not letting him take control that easily.
"I will when you tell me what's on your list. December is only two days away, we can make a head-start."
Our winter tradition of making sexy bedroom wishlists promptly disappeared when he moved here last autumn. There was no need for them when we can do what we want whenever we like, but I've missed how creative and ambitious we used to get.
I still think about how hot it was to go down on him in the bubble chairlift every time I ride it, and how grateful I am that we ticked it off before the ski resort owners installed security cameras this winter.
When I told him I missed our tradition, we agreed to both make special wishlists for December, and I've been trying to get him to reveal his secret desires ever since. There may only be two days to go, but I'm impatient where he's involved. I waited long enough to have him, and I want to know everything now.
"I'm not telling you," he says, folding his arms across his chest.
I swipe my fingers through my centre and lap at them, a visual I know will have his cock aching. "Tell me and I'll let you eat it."
"Fine," he says, dropping to his stomach. He cups my ankles and shoves them higher up the bed until my heels hit my backside. Only then can he see the second part of my surprise, the shiny new butt-plug I inserted right before I sent him my message.
"What is this?" he says, flicking the sparkling base with his finger. A jolt of pleasure zips through me.
"The first thing on my list. I want to get properly filled up." Another thing we discovered I really enjoy once we had more time to experiment with toys at leisure.
He shrugs like he’s not completely thrilled with the idea. "I've fucked you with a plug in before."
"Yes, baby, but if you give me what I want, I'll let you switch holes and use a toy on the other one.”
His eyes widen, pulling me into a spontaneous staring contest. I refuse to look away, but the obscene sound of me touching myself again draws his gaze south.
"Ha! I win."
"You're a fucking menace and I love you," he growls, taking a chunk of my thigh between his teeth. "Add another finger, then I'll tell you while you make yourself come."
I stick with two, deliberately disobeying him, arching one eyebrow until he starts talking.
"First on the list is you waking me up with a blow-job."
"You get that all year round," I laugh.
"Don't care, still want it. Like a filthy advent calendar. Add another finger."
My breath shudders when I do. The three of them plus the plug have me feeling so full, the sensation drives me wild. I don't think I can come from this, but it won't take long once I start stroking my clit, too.
"I want to learn how to make you squirt," Ryan says, his nails stroking up and down my thighs while I work myself closer to the edge. He was supposed to keep his hands to himself, and I could tell him to stop, but it feels too good.
"That's on my list too," I manage to huff out. We came close once, I think, but the sensation overwhelmed me, and I chickened out. I've regretted it ever since, and ordered one of those waterproof blankets so we can give it another go. "What else? Keep talking. I'm getting close."
"I want you to fuck me."
"Any time you want." My head rolls from side to side, an involuntary reaction that always happens when I'm near the edge. He rises to loom over me, gripping my jaw and forcing me to look up at him.
"Not like that."
My heart leaps into my throat when I realise what he's hinting at, and I feel myself getting even wetter.
"Be more specific," I plead. "I need to hear it."
"I want you to peg me," he whispers, his face inches from mine.
I've used my fingers on him a few times, and we've both been curious about taking it further. I like the idea of giving him pleasure that way, of helping him experience all the sensations his body has to offer, the same way he helps me explore all of mine.
Months ago we talked it through, did a little research, but then it never came up again. I'd never pressure him to do something he wasn't fully into, so I've been waiting for him to take the lead.
My spine begins to tingle, heat pulsing through me. "Really?"
"Yes, really," he says, his tongue darting out to lick my lips. "I’m just waiting for your present to arrive. Add another finger, greedy girl."
The fourth slides in easily with the rest, and I clench around them, but I still need more friction to get me there.
"I wish it was you inside me," I whimper, pressing my forehead against his.
"It could be. In a heartbeat!" His laugh collapses into a groan when he releases me and squeezes himself hard through his jeans. "Can I get my dick out? Please?"
"Yes, but don't you dare come until I say so."
"And where will you want it, my pretty gift?"
I stroke the fingers on my other hand from my chin, down the column of my throat, finally trailing them into my cleavage.
"Ohh," he sighs, tugging his zipper open and pulling himself free. "That kind of necklace."
"What other kind would there be?" I ask, and he leans forward again, gently wrapping his big hand around my throat. My pussy clenches when he flexes his fingers.
“This kind."
I let my eyes drift close and give in to the sense of peace I get from letting him hold me this way.
After a few seconds, he hops off the bed and shoves his jeans and boxer briefs down past his hips until they're in a heap on the floor. His hoodie and t-shirt go next, then he climbs back between my legs and nudges them wider.
I felt so strong when I started this game, but there's no way I'll get through this without him touching me. He rubs the head of his cock against the inside of my thigh, and I feel the bead of pre-cum smear across my skin, marking me. I slow my pace, but keep my fingers nice and deep as I rock them in and out.
"Why are you holding back?" he asks, pinching my nipple while he strokes himself roughly.
"I'm not."
"Yes, you are. You don't think I know your tells?" He spreads his knees wider, moving closer and dragging his cock over my knuckles. "Rub your clit for me. I want to see your eyes roll back in your fucking skull."
"I'm supposed to be the one telling you what to do, not the other way around," I moan, letting my knees fall to the sides.
"Oh sure, Bunny. You look super in control right now."
My thighs are trembling and I know I’m not far off. "You'll really let me peg you?"
"Anything you want. It's yours. Always."
"I want you to fuck me."
“Thought I wasn’t allowed to touch you?” he teases, notching himself just inside me while I circle my throbbing clit.
“Another time,” I whine. “Fuck me while I come.”
He pushes slowly inside me, filling me completely, and I almost come just from his groan of relief. My fingers keep going in tight circles, not stopping even when the peak of my orgasms has me moaning and squirming and clamping around him. I come hard and fast, but I don’t stop, pushing through for another while he chases his own pleasure.
The sensations consume me, the fullness of him and the plug, the quick sound of his breath, his skin smacking against mine. Ryan rears back, grabbing my ankles and pushing my knees to my chest while he fucks me hard and deep. The new angle is incredible and I feel the pressure intensify.
His eyes squeeze shut and his pace quickens as he gets closer. He has tells of his own, and I know them all too well.
“Come all over me,” I beg, rubbing my clit harder, desperate to milk every ounce of pleasure I possibly can.
He thrusts up, hard, and I see stars. I pinch my clit, bite down on my lip, and finally the pressure bursts, a guttural moan roaring out of me along with a gush of clear liquid that soaks us both.
We look down to see it happen a second time and I clamp both hands over my mouth, the shock of it making me tense up everywhere, then fully release.
Ryan was right. I’m not in control of anything right now, least of all my body.
He pulls out, one hand tight around the tip of his cock, the other holding onto my knee for balance. A flush of red creeps up his chest, the muscles in his neck tightening as his own orgasm hits him full force. I tip my head back just as a jet of cum arcs up and hits me right where I wanted.
“Oh, Kayla, fucking fuck,” he groans when a second spurt, then a third, coats my chest.
Still panting for breath, I prop myself up on my elbows and feel it running down, soaking into my beautiful lingerie.
“Oh my fucking god, baby.” Ryan looks at me the same way he looks at our favourite view, eyes full of awe and wonder. His warm laugh fills the air, and he presses a kiss to the top of my knee. “Are you OK?”
"Never been happier," I nod. Happy, but not sure I’m even fully conscious right now.
“Well, looks like we can tick squirting off our lists,” he says, flopping onto the bed beside me. “Holy shit, that was so hot.”
I’m frozen, the aftershocks of back-to-back orgasms and whatever the hell that was still coursing through me.
He pulls me in to his side, tucking one arm underneath me so my head can rest on his shoulder. My palm finds my favourite spot on his chest.
"You need a bath, and I need to do laundry," he says, his body rumbling with a low laugh. "But let me just hold you for a minute."
Ryan hums softly, pressing kisses to my forehead as our heartbeats slow. I feel like I'm already floating in warm water, and I could sleep for a week.
“This is gonna be a great December for us, Bunny," he sighs contentedly. "Every winter with you just gets better and better.”
THE END