Winter Love

by Kennedy Fox

  In the next second, Stellan buries his face in the space between my breasts. He strips away the thick fleece I’m wearing and pulls my white t-shirt up and over my head. He growls as he pushes aside the flimsy material of my pink bra and exposes both my breasts. He shoves it off roughly so that my breasts are bare before him.

  “Fuck,” he mutters again, looking at my tits. My hard pink nipples demand attention. My whole body tingles in anticipation of his mouth on my skin.

  He puts his hands on my breasts, pushing them together, licking and kissing them both. My back bows, thrusting my nipples out and pushing my head back. I feel that familiar connection in my body, between my neck and my breasts, my nipples and my pussy. I roll my hips against his, my mouth opening to release a soft moan.

  This is everything. This moment, these sensations, that passionate expression on his face. They are what I was missing, without even knowing it. I suddenly feel like I am on the threshold of being a whole person.

  I push eagerly onward, rolling my hips again. Stellan has whatever I lack. He’s going to fill a chasm deep inside of me that I never even knew was there.

  Burying my fingers in the short hair at his nape, I gasp at his attention.

  He groans, looking at me, his blue eyes saying all the things he wants to do to me. He reaches for my waistband, pushing my black leggings down my hips.

  “It’s not enough, Margot. I want you naked, wet, and ready for me,” he grits out.

  His gaze is direct and scorching. He is a ravenous fire, threatening to burn me alive. And I am the kindling, stacked and ready, welcoming his spark to my dry tinder. We are so very close to combusting.

  “I’m ready,” I whisper, helping him find the hidden zipper to my skirt. “I need you, Stellan.”

  His fingers rip at my leggings in his hurry to get me naked. At the same time, I pull up his shirt, exposing his abs and then his chest. He stops and tears his shirt over his head, pressing his kiss down on me like he’s drowning and I’m the only oxygen in the world.

  I work at the zipper on his jeans, undoing it and then sliding my hands around to his ass. I slip my hands down the strong muscles I find there, pulling him against my body again. He shucks my leggings down my legs as I slip his jeans down his hips, pushing up on my tiptoes to kiss him again. Our tongues dance for several beats.

  He frames my breasts with his touch, then slips one of his hands down my ribs, down my belly, to the fine thatch of hair that grows between my legs. I close my eyes and moan as he probes the folds of my pussy. It’s all I can do not to spread my legs and beg for him to touch me like a bitch in heat.

  In the next second though, he nips at my earlobe and takes that away from me.

  “Scoot back,” he urges, voice gone to gravel. “Open your legs for me, Margot. Let me see your creamy pussy.”

  Dropping my head and moving a couple of inches further back on the bed, I moan as his clever fingers find my clit.

  “That’s it,” he coaxes, looking down. He puts a little space between our bodies, urging me onward. “Spread your knees wide for me, honey.”

  Feeling a weird combination of shameless and embarrassed, I spread my legs as far as they will go. If anybody else saw me like this, so naked and utterly desperate, I would die. But I look at Stellan and the desire in his expression emboldens me.

  I want to be wanton with him, to show him how hungry I am for whatever he will give me. I’ve waited for this my whole life, so I might as well be brazen right now.

  Stellan puts two fingers in his mouth, then drops those fingers down to massage my clit. I am not a choir girl, I’ve definitely rubbed my clit before. But when he does it, it feels wholly different. It feels so damned good, like I’m stretching and reaching for something explosive that is just outside of my grasp. He looks deep in my eyes and controls me with his touch, so that I’m spread open and wet, my heart pounding.

  He grabs my breast with his newly freed hand, swapping the two. I lean back a little, biting my lip and staring at him like he’s a whole damned meal and I’m starving.

  Stellan gets this little smirk on his lips as he looks at me.

  “What?” I ask, flushing at his probing gaze.

  His smile widens just a bit. His fingers dip from my clit to my core, circling and teasing.

  “I’m just watching you. Waiting to see you come apart.” He slides one finger into my core, lighting up a whole part of my body that I didn’t even realize felt good.

  I shiver against the sensation. “What if I don't?”

  God, what if I can’t? I never thought about it, but that is possible.

  Now he grins, leaning down to kiss my collarbone. When he speaks, the sound of it reverberates against my flesh. “You will.”

  He sinks down to his knees. My thighs tense and my knees start to close, but he tuts at me. “Stop.”

  Putting both hands out to push my knees wide again, Stellan starts kissing the inside of my thigh, making a clear path to my pussy. I squirm as I ache for what I know is coming.

  I’ve seen enough movies to know that he is about to eat me out. I can feel the excitement building, feel myself growing hotter and wetter every second. His nose tickles the inside of my thigh.

  I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips when he parts my pussy lips with two fingers, blowing delicately on the too-needy flesh he finds there.

  Stellan glances at me, still smirking. “If you like what I’m doing, if you want more of something, I expect you to tell me. Moan, use words, whatever feels right.”

  I don’t know what else to do but nod. As he slowly kisses my pussy, I hold my breath and bury my fingers in his hair. When his tongue circles my clit, a moan bursts from my throat. It feels natural, so I just go for it.

  He sets up a rhythm, licking and sucking, making me as hot as fire. It feels good to rock my hips against his mouth, to whisper yes when he hits the right spot, to throw my head back and let soft sounds leave my throat.

  All the while, he keeps leading me down a path, driving me wilder and wilder with desire, until…

  I climax suddenly, violently. Choking, I feel the vibrations deep within my body ripple out to my breasts, my collarbone, my legs, my fingertips, my toes. Stellan is already kissing his way up my body, getting to his feet. I turn my flushed face up to him, offering him my mouth.

  He takes it greedily, his breath tasting deep and earthy and charged, the flavor a little like putting my tongue on a battery. It’s my taste, I realize with a start. I have a flavor of my very own.

  His hands are everywhere, sliding from my shoulders down to grab my ass, then back up to my breasts. Although I just orgasmed, already I can feel my body preparing for more. I still want him.

  I cling to his shoulders with one arm, smoothing my fingers down his back to his bare ass. Now I’ve lost some of my shyness, exploring the shape of his ass boldly. It’s dense muscle, lean and smooth just like every other place on his body that I’ve touched.

  Stellan moves back an inch, pushing his jeans down to reveal his cock. Thick and long and nothing short of glorious, his cock jumps at my touch. I reach out and feel the weight of his hard desire in my palm.

  He bites his lower lip and allows my inquisitive touch for a moment. When I curl my fingers around his cock and give it an experimental stroke though, he hisses and stops my hand.

  “Not this time, Margot,” he manages, looking a little strangled.

  The next second Stellan puts those thoughts out of my mind by leaning down and kissing me passionately. He pushes me back, then takes his cock from my grip and presses the blunt tip against the inside of my thigh. I pull him in with my legs, making him readjust a little until he settles the tip of his length against my slippery core. We both groan in unison as he pushes inside, stretching me out with each inch.

  I grip his shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh. His brow furrows in concentration as he works his length all the way in. I wince as I adjust to the size of his cock. Having so much weight
crushed against me and being so intimately stretched out is painful and exquisite in equal measure.

  I clutch at his shoulders, moaning and sucking in a breath.

  “God damn,” he murmurs. “You are so fucking tight, Margot.”

  The reverent look on his face excites me.

  “Keep going,” I whisper.

  He looks up at me, a sheen of sweat beginning to break across his forehead. He moves then, slowly pumping his cock in and out of me. I start to feel ripples of pleasure, tentative at first, then more and more certain.

  Stellan takes my breast in one hand, plucking at the nipple. I start to move in time with him, rolling my hips. Little licks of flames start to unfurl themselves deep inside of me, stealing my breath away.

  “Ohh,” I moan. Tossing my head back, I meet his cautious thrusts. He’s being careful with me, but I don't want that. “I want… more. Fuck me harder, Stellan.”

  He stiffens for just a moment, then grabs my hips and pulls me up a few inches. He forgets his hesitant rhythm and starts hammering himself in and out of my pussy. My eyes widen for a second. He starts sweating in earnest, his sweat mixing with my own every single place that my fingers touch.

  Looking at his fierce expression, I’m unsure what I’ve unleashed in him, more beast than man. But at the same time, the ripples of my inner pond are growing in size, becoming chaotic.

  It feels unbelievably good to move my hips in time with each thrust. I focus on that, letting my eyes drift closed, my fingers reaching for my own nipple. Stellan groans and pushes my hand aside, slipping his hand down between us.

  He brushes my clit, the sensation like a live wire. I suddenly feel electrified, moaning and clutching at his shoulders. He punctuates each thrust by stroking my clit.

  “Come for me,” he whispers, his words a plea and a command at once.

  I clench my eyes shut, stretching, reaching for some unknown goal. “Stellan… I…”

  I reach a sudden cliff, running up one side and launching myself off. Suddenly I am falling down a deep, dark crevasse, seizing up, my whole body shaking and clamping down. Feeling a million tiny jolts of sensation overwhelming my entire system, all at once.

  I cry out his name, my eyes closing, every muscle awake and firing.

  Stellan doesn’t need to ask if I climaxed. I open my eyes and keep my hips moving, trying desperately to breathe. He hammers his cock home at a blistering pace, his movements freeze as he approaches his own peak.

  “God damn,” he whispers, pumping his hips madly. “Fuck, skatter, you’re making me come…”

  Then he roars, thrusting hard and ragged, a half dozen times or more. I feel him coming, feel his semen fill me in hot pulses. I can only turn my lips up to his once more.

  I feel so complete, so full, so utterly shattered and at the same time so fucking loved. My eyes fill with tears and I kiss his shoulder, his neck, the corner of his face.

  Stellan leans down and cups my jaw, kissing me slowly, tenderly. I smile as I kiss him back, feeling at once complete and yet already yearning.

  Chapter Three

  “No, no,” I say, shaking my head. I turn to one of the palace servants, pointing to the fire in the middle of the room. “You have to make sure that the fire is just high enough, but not too high. We don’t want to start a fire in the middle of all this paper. Can you take care of it?”

  The young woman bows low. “At once, your highness.”

  I suck in a deep breath, looking around the palace’s ballroom. It's important to me that everything is just right for this evening in particular. It will be Margot's first introduction to a Denmark style Jul, or Christmas. I really want her to fall in love with the season in the ways that I have.

  Maybe I went a little overboard, hiring special decorators to come into the palace and create this wonderful scene. But I can't be held accountable for being too enthusiastic, can I? I chew on my bottom lip as I survey the scene set before me.

  There are a dozen towering pine trees set as the backdrop for my Jul scene, each one decorated with beautiful hand crafted red and white Christmas decorations and lit candles. Fake snow is piled everywhere, laying prettily on the landscape. At the bottom of the trees a mountain of gifts spills out, all the packages wrapped in red and white paper and tied with gleaming bows. On the far left side of the ballroom stand six full-size reindeer that are harnessed to a sleigh, with another heap of presents piled high in the back.

  On the far right side, I have had the palace caterers set up a long white cloth table covered with steaming plates of my favorite foods: fried blodpølse, meatballs in sauce, pork roast, and the sweet rice pudding with cherry sauce. At the end of the table, a whole pyramid of champagne flutes is stacked high, just waiting for a palace servant to begin pouring.

  And in the middle, I had the designers set up a homey little room. Rugs on the floor, white couches and dark wood furniture on top of that. A freestanding brazier of hot coals sits beside the furniture, making it warm and adding to the cozy feeling. When I look at the elaborate scene I have set up, I know that Margot is going to be equal parts impressed and appalled at the lengths I went to put this scene together.

  I pace, anxiously looking at the furniture. I desperately want to make this holiday meaningful to Margot. I want to start some traditions for her, here and now. She didn't grow up with much of anything so it's going to be new, no matter what.

  "King Stellan?" my secretary calls. I turn toward the door, arching my brow. He bows a little. "You wanted to know when Queen Margot was on her way. She just left your private chambers and is heading here now."

  I run my hand down my black cable knit sweater, heading toward the door to wait for her.

  My secretary wrinkles his nose sympathetically. “The last few weeks have been a bit of a challenge, your highness. It’s nice of you to put this together for her.”

  My mouth creases. “Ja. Margot's coronation was a big deal and I’m still a little stressed about it. The press has always been very interested in our relationship in general but they've been whipped into an absolute frenzy lately.”

  He nods. “That sort of interest can cause an undue amount of stress on any relationship, but especially one as new as the one you have formed with Queen Margot.”

  I shoot him a cool smile. “We've only been married just over a month and Margot has only been Queen for half that time. It’s been a whirlwind. I just want to make sure that we are rock solid as a couple going into this holiday season.”

  He bows deeply. “I understand. I will be in my office if you have any need for me later tonight.”

  "Thank you.” I nod my head in response. “That will be all. You should go home and enjoy your evening.”

  He bows again. “Thank you, your highness.”

  I wait outside the door, looking down the long, navy carpeted hallway. The hall that leads to the ballroom that I'm standing in is especially majestic. All white marble underfoot and gold fixtures overhead, understated Navy tones with huge gilded mirrors on the walls.

  Margot appears coming down the staircase, still wearing her gold lamé gown with her pink hair piled up in a ritzy updo. When she sees me, her whole heart shaped face lights up, a dazzling smile appearing on her mouth.

  Just looking at her expression makes my heart skip a beat. I can't help but mirror her grin. When she is close enough to touch, I reach out a hand and grab her by the waist, pulling her close to my body. In her gold gown, she is as slender as a young girl, as delicate as a fresh flower.

  I looked down into her eyes, growling just a little as I pull her hips against mine. "You look ravishing. Where have you come from?"

  Her lips twitch. “From the gala for people experiencing homelessness. What have you been up to?"

  I give her a kiss on the lips and then pull back, tugging her toward the ballroom. "Come see. I set up a little early Jul celebration just for the two of us…"

  Leading her inside the ballroom, I watch her face as she takes the scene I
had the servants lay out. Her eyes go wide and her mouth opens, but no words come out. For a long second, I wait with baited breath. She just looks around, trying to take in the reindeer and the couches and the food.

  She looks at me, her eyes unexpectedly filling with tears. "You set this up for me?"

  She crumples, burrowing into my arms and hiding her face against my chest. I don't know what to do exactly so I just enfold her in my grasp and rub her back in little circles. She cries for a few minutes, her tears wetting my sweater. When she has cried herself out, she wipes at her face and looks up at me, her gaze imploring.

  "Stellan, I had no idea that you were going to do anything so grand. I just… I don't even know where to begin. Thank you so much."

  She pins me with her gaze and I breathe a sigh of relief. "Of course. I feel like this is my way of inviting you to enjoy the Jul season with me. I know it's a little over-the-top…"

  She laughs. "Are you serious? You brought real reindeer into the palace. You arranged this entire ballroom to be full of Christmas-themed things…" She sweeps her hand around, indicating the landscape. "I would definitely say that you went above and beyond."

  Lacing my fingers with hers, I lead her further into the ballroom, heading toward the long white table filled with silver platters of food. "I went all out, that's true. Over here, you can see that all of the traditional Jul foods are here… Roast goose, Jul ham, some sweets. Would you like something?"

  She wrinkles her nose. "Are those molasses cookies? Because I will have one of those. And a glass of champagne wouldn't hurt anybody either. I'm sorry to say that I am still full from the gala."

  I give her a little smirk. "That can be arranged. Here, you go sit down and I'll bring us each a glass of champagne and a plate of cookies. Sound good?"

  Her lips twitch. "It does indeed."

  A few minutes later, Margot is settled on the couch, holding a glass of champagne and nibbling on a gingersnap cookie. I sip my own glass of champagne, smiling as I give her a look.