by Cheri Wood
“Yes, let go, Em,” he urges me on in a brief break from eating me out. “I want to feel you on my face.”
I’m wound so tight I fear I’m going to break soon, but I can’t seem to let go. I’m suddenly all too aware of where he is, and I’m feeling self-conscious.
“I… I can’t,” I tell him, panting.
Jordan doesn’t seem to hear me, because he slides his fingers inside me and clamps his lips down on my swollen clit. I’m just about to tell him it’s no use when he curls his fingers inside me and flicks my bud at the same time, breaking through the floodgates.
“Oh my—” My cry is so intense it’s a silent scream. Thank goodness for that, considering a full-on scream would surely have woken Katie up.
Jordan continues licking me until I’m boneless, too weak to move an inch. Only then does he roll to his side beside me, dragging a sheet over my naked and sweaty body.
“You good?” he asks me, still catching his breath.
I chuckle. “Beyond good.”
He grins. “And that was just the appetizer.”
I take a deep breath, hoping to get some strength back in my body. Then another. And another. “I’m out of practice,” I tell Jordan, turning my head to look at him. “It’s pretty embarrassing, really. I think I need a moment.”
He chuckles and heaves himself up and off the floor. “I’ve got you,” he says with great confidence, and I watch him as he walks over to the kitchen area of the cottage. He’s still got his jeans on, and his ass looks amazing in them. So does his muscled back and tapered waist. Damn, if I were an artist, I could sculpt him all day and night and still never capture his beauty. Or, well, maybe if I were an artist, I would know how to sculpt… I shake my head, hopefully shaking off some of the nonsense thoughts floating around in there.
When he returns, he’s got a chilled bottle of white wine, two glasses, strawberries (in December!) and pralines (yes!). He pours me a glass and I take it from him, the cool stem a thrilling sensation against my warm hand.
I wait for him to pour a glass for himself and clink it to mine. “To fireplaces and snow days,” he says, winking.
“And chocolate,” I add, reaching for the box he’s brought over. I bite into one of the pralines, the taste of lime and chocolate rolling on my tongue like… chocolate with a hint of lime. “Mmm,” I review it.
“I need a taste of that,” Jordan says and I hold out the box to him. He shakes his head and leans in instead.
Smiling, I open for him and let his tongue stroke mine, no doubt tasting the chocolate and lime lingering there.
“Mm-hm,” he murmurs as he pulls back. “Remind me to buy you chocolate every weekend.”
I raise my brows at him. “Every weekend, huh?”
“Well, at least until we move in together, then you can get it every day.”
He says it playfully, but also as if it is just a matter of time. The very idea is ludicrous, but at the same time… incredibly appealing. I don’t want to put a damper on the mood by pointing out that reality always get in the way of romantic ideas, so I go for a teasing response.
“Anything else I’ll be getting every day in this scenario?”
Jordan grins and plucks the wine glass out of my hand, setting it aside next to the box of pralines. “I think I need to demonstrate.”
“Please do,” I say, meeting him for a kiss.
This time, he doesn’t pull back. Instead, he urges me to lay back down on the makeshift bed, caressing my body as he makes love to my mouth. I’m burning up in no-time, and I fumble to undo his pants. This time, he lets me.
“I’m clean,” he says softly. “But I’ll go find a condom if—”
I shake my head. “I got the birth control shot once Katie stopped breastfeeding, I’m good for another month. And… yes, I’m clean.”
“If you’re sure…”
I reach between our bodies and stroke his length. “I want to feel you inside me. But it’s going to be a tight fit.”
He grins and nips at my shoulder. “I’ll take it nice and slow.” He dips his fingers inside my tight pussy and strokes me. I quickly grow wet with the stimulation and the anticipation and start squirming.
“Forget that. Just take me. Now,” I order him, panting.
Jordan kisses me deeply and aligns his long, hard cock against my opening, then pushes inside on a guttural groan.
I dig my nails into his bare buttocks as he thrusts inside me, hooking my legs around him to feel him even deeper.
“Yesssss…” I urge him on as his thrusts pick up speed and I revel in the feel of being fucked, not just loved.
“Em, I’m coming,” he warns.
“Come inside me. Please. I’m almost there.”
He groans, and I feel the tension in his body as he’s holding back his orgasm, waiting for me. Then he finds my breasts and twist the nipples to the point of pain, making me hurl over the edge.
“Fuuuu—”
He pulses inside me seconds after my own release, and my throbbing walls milk him for all he’s got. Jordan keeps thrusting, slower now, drawing out our pleasure. I stroke his back up and down, relishing the weight of him on top of me, not wanting to let go.
Slowly, he peels himself away from me and rolls onto his back, breathing heavily.
“I’m going to get you a towel in a sec,” he says, stroking my arm. “I just need to breathe.”
I smile at how exhausted he looks and force myself to roll to a sitting position. “I’ll clean you up,” I tell him, leaning over him to lick his softening cock.
“Em…”
It’s been years since I sucked a man’s cock, and I’m surprised to find it isn’t as gross as I remember it to be. Maybe it’s because of the man, or because I want to do it to please him and not out of some warped sense of duty. Either way, he’s stiffening from my ministrations, and Jordan groans in pleasure. I alternate sucking and licking until Jordan stops me.
“Ride me.”
I hesitate. I can still feel him inside me and I worry I’m going to split in half if we go again so soon. But…
“Emily.”
I straddle him and line him up, lifting my hips to sink down on him. “I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow,” I warn him as he bottoms out deep inside me.
“I’ll rent the cottage for the week,” he says, gripping my hips to guide me to move on him. “Or the month.”
I laugh, then moan as he hits just the right spot. A month of sex in front of the fireplace doesn’t sound like the worst way to spend the winter season.
As I ride him at a leisurely pace, he caresses my breasts, rubs my clit, and makes me yearn for years of the same. No way a month will be enough.
“So good…” I moan.
Next thing I know, I’m transported to some different plane of existence where nothing but pleasure matters. I watch myself move faster on him, feel his fingers leaving marks on my hips and ass, and then I’m slumped over him, gasping for air.
“Remind me to send my brother a card,” Jordan whispers, kissing my temple as he holds me close.
“What?”
“This was the best Christmas present he’s ever gotten me.”
I look up at him and trace the curve of his lips. “Sign it from me, too, will you?”
“You got it, babe,” he grins and kisses me again.
Happy holidays, indeed.
Emily
One year later…
I tuck Katie in with her new bunny, a gift from Jordan she hasn’t let go of since she unwrapped it three hours ago, and I watch her as she dozes off with a smile on her cute little face. I can’t believe how much my life has changed in a year. I was able to go back to school full-time, and work with a human rights advocacy group focusing on workplace equality and fighting harassment. This Thanksgiving, Jordan and I moved into our new home. I didn’t know that he was a millionaire until we first started talking about moving in together and he admitted that the reason he was working only on pr
ojects he found interesting and still managed to pay the bills every month was because he’d developed a well-known app and sold it, then invested the money wisely.
Jorah is still working as a stripper and escort, and still lifting weights so he’ll have bigger “guns” than Jordan, which I’m all good with. While Jorah was the first of the brothers I ever saw partially nude, the only body I want to put my hands on is Jordan’s.
I head into our bedroom and find the lights turned down low, candles lit, and my favorite Spotify playlist of Christmas songs playing over the speakers.
“Jordan?”
I close the door behind me so we won’t wake up Katie, and Jordan steps out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a giant red bow over his privates. I slap my hand over my mouth to keep from laughing. He looks sexy, yes, but he’s also moving his hips to the tune of “Jingle Bell Rock”.
“You’re crazy,” I mouth to him as he strikes pose after pose, flexing his lean muscles, and pumping his hips as he moves closer to me.
“Time to open your present,” he says to me, looking down at the bow.
I bite my bottom lip and reach out to tug at the ends of it, undoing the bow. I’m expecting to get an eyeful of his cock as the wrapping falls, but he’s wearing a pair of tiny underwear, just about covering his modesty.
I pluck at the red, silky fabric. “What’s this?”
“Jorah’s Christmas present,” Jordan mutters and pushes my hand away. “That wasn’t your gift, though.”
“Oh?”
Jordan takes a step back and looks around, swearing under his breath.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“It must have fallen off…”
“Um… no, babe, it’s still very much attached to your body,” I point out, nodding to his crotch.
“You’re hilarious,” he says, playfully smacking my ass as he passes me, still looking around on the floor. “Aha!” he proclaims triumphantly and holds up a ring that catches the light of one of the candles and sparkles.
“Jordan…” I cover my mouth again, not from laughing this time.
He gets down on one knee and holds up the ring. “Emily. This is the last time I take my brother’s advice on crafting the perfect proposal, not just because the dude’s got some screws lose, but because I only plan to do this once. Unless you say no, of course, because then I get to try this again and maybe not make a fool of myself—
“Jordan,” I cut him off and get down on the floor with him. “You don’t need to put on a show for me. I love you. And whatever it is you want to ask me; the answer is yes.”
“Whatever?” he says, raising an eyebrow.
I smack his well-muscled torso. “Just ask the question.”
Jordan grins. “Will you marry me?”
I open my mouth to answer just as Mariah Carey starts belting “All I Want for Christmas is YOU”. We both start laughing and I kiss him.
“I will,” I say between kisses. “In case that wasn’t obvious.”
Jordan eases me down onto the floor, onto the faux sheepskin rug. “Since you’re saying yes to everything tonight, what do you say we start trying for a brother or sister to Katie?”
I look up at him, hovering above me, his eyes so warm and loving they warm me up from head to toe. “Brother or sister, huh?”
He flashes me a crooked smile. “I can’t guarantee we won’t get a twin set.”
Wow. Twins. The thought is a bit intimidating, but having Jordan’s babies… “Maybe we’ll have twice the fun making them,” I smile, cupping his face.
He is all smiles as he meets me in a toe-curling kiss.