Blazing Hot Christmas

by Beth Beaumont

  “Then what?” I smile up at him, thinking how incredible he looks.

  “Then we see what Santa brought,” he says, all mysterious.

  “You’re the best,” I murmur, standing on my tiptoes to kiss him.

  “I love you Holly,” he whispers, gazing into my eyes.

  My heart feels like it’s going to explode.

  “I love you too, Colt. So much,” I say.

  He slowly inclines his head, and leans down to kiss me. My body catches fire, and only he knows how to control those flames. He scoops me up into his arms and carries me to the bedroom, setting me gently on the bed.

  There are candles burning in the bedroom, and rose petals scattered on the floor. On the nightstand is a bottle of fine champagne, and two glasses. My breath catches and my heart overflows with love for this amazing man.

  Colt’s eyes devour me as I lay back on the bed, and when he steps out of his clothes, he’s clearly got an agenda in mind. I reach down to unbutton my blouse, and he brushes my hand away.

  “That’s my job,” he says, lying down beside me and placing a soft kiss at the neckline of my blouse.

  I draw in a sharp breath, my body wriggling in anticipation of more of his touch. He unbuttons the top button, then the next one, taking his time, seeming to savor the sight of my creamy skin in the candlelight.

  “Look at you, my beautiful lady,” he murmurs, kissing his way down, as the buttons are undone.

  He takes my hand and sits me up so that he can unclasp my bra, and when he slides it down off of my shoulders, I shiver, goosebumps popping up on my arms. I lay back down, and he traces the outline of my breast, making my nipple rise to the occasion. His finger continues downward, until he reaches the top button of my jeans. He’s taking his time, his gaze caressing my body, and it makes me feel special, loved, and horny as hell.

  He undoes my jeans, and slides them and my panties, which are already damp with anticipation, off of my hips and legs, tossing them onto the floor. His arousal is obvious, his cock standing at attention and bouncing whenever he moves, but he’s focused completely on me.

  Colt lays down beside me, his cock throbbing against my thigh, and runs his hands all over my body, making me tingle and writhe. I want him so badly. He lowers his head to my nipple, and the hot warmth of his mouth makes me ache with longing.

  “Oh yes, baby,” I say, my fingers twined in his hair.

  He presses his body against mine and I feel wetness at the tip of his cock. I reach down to grab it, and he slides down my body, leaving a trail of kisses on his way. He kneels between my legs and spreads them wide, gazing down at me with this intense look.

  “Tell me what you want,” he says, trailing his finger lightly over my folds.

  “I want you inside me,” I gasp, my body straining for more contact from his hand.

  “Now?” he asks, probing just inside me with his finger.

  I draw a sharp breath in.

  “Yes,” I moan, my hips undulating, my pussy grabbing at his finger.

  He plunges it inside of me and I let out this little sound. I can’t help it. My whole body shudders with pleasure, wanting more. He starts moving his hand, thrusting two fingers in and out, and just as I grab the sheets, about to come, he stops.

  “No!” I cry out. “Don’t stop!”

  “Tell me what to do,” he says in this low voice that sends a thrill through me.

  “Fuck me…now,” I whisper, my pussy wet with longing.

  “Say it again,” he commands, lowering himself over me, the tip of his cock bouncing against my labia.

  “Fuck me,” I beg, thrusting my body up to try to maneuver him inside of me.

  “Now?” he laughs and it sounds so damn sexy.

  “Yes, now!” I cry out. “Please!”

  I turn my head and bite his arm and it inflames him.

  He lets out a grunt and plunges his cock deep inside me. My body shudders with delight, and I meet his every thrust by slamming into him, taking him as deeply as I can. He grinds his pelvis against my clit, and in about four strokes I’m ready to come and I tell him so.

  “I’m gonna…come,” I gasp, holding onto his massive shoulders as he rides me hard.

  He clenches his teeth.

  “Me too,” he says, his hips pumping and jerking as his body stiffens, ready to release.

  I feel his first hot burst of come explode inside of me, and my orgasm rips through me. My body clenches and releases him as we both cry out, his hot jets filling me as I milk his cock. We slam together, and white hot pleasure sears my body, making me feel as though I might just shatter from the intensity of it. I’m taking from him and giving to him at the same time and I’ve never felt this euphoric. We’re both making guttural sounds, like animals, because we’ve both been transported to a primal state. No thought, just sensation, just the spiraling, out of control peak experience, which finally crests and sets me down, just when I think I might die from the pure joy of it.

  “Holy fuck,” Colt pants, gently withdrawing and lying beside me.

  We’re both trying to catch our breath, and we turn to each other and smile.

  “Yeah,” I agree, and we both know what I mean.

  “I love you,” he whispers, twining his fingers through mine.

  “I love you,” I reply, drinking in the sheer masculine beauty of him.

  “Merry Christmas, baby,” he grins.

  “So far, so good,” I tease.

  I wake to the amazing smell of bacon, and think that I need to pinch myself, because I’ve gotta be dreaming. I hear noises coming from my kitchen and I slide out of bed, muscles sore, but satisfied, after a few rounds of lovemaking during the night. Shrugging into my fluffy robe, I wander out to see what my amazing man is up to.

  “Hey beautiful,” he greets me, wearing boxer shorts, a Grinch t-shirt, and a Santa hat. He’s holding a spatula and standing at the stove. “Sit down and I’ll get you some coffee.”

  “Oh my, what did I do to deserve this kind of treatment?” I ask coyly, batting my eyes.

  “Santa says you were very good this year,” he winks at me, puts a mug of coffee in front of me, and kisses the tip of my nose, then goes back to the stove. “Let me shut this off, and I have something for you,” he says, taking the pan off of the burner.

  “Won’t the food get cold?” I ask, my stomach growling.

  “Nah, it’ll be fine,” he promises.

  He grabs my hand and takes me to the living room, where there are at least half a dozen presents under the tree.

  “Most of them can wait until after breakfast, but there’s one that I want you to have now,” he says, grabbing a stocking from behind the couch and handing it to me. “Open it,” he orders, sitting me down with him.

  I reach in and pull out a small box. Can I just tell you how much I love small boxes? I unwrap it and it’s a little blue velvet box. I look up at Colt, my eyes wide.

  “Well open it,” he urges, his voice soft.

  I open the top and there’s a heart-shaped diamond necklace nestled in the velvet. I gasp.

  “Colt! It’s beautiful,” I whisper, tears in my eyes.

  “Let me tell you why I got it for you,” he says, taking the necklace out and putting it on for me. “I know sometimes you worry when I’m late, or when I have to cancel plans, or whatever. This is to remind you that, no matter where I am, or what I’m doing, my heart is always with you.”

  I melt. Tears run down my face and I fling my arms around his neck.

  “I’m so lucky to have you,” I tell him. “I love you so much.”

  “I love you too, baby,” he grins at me, pleased with himself. “Now, let’s eat,” he gives me his hand and we walk to the kitchen. “Also…you know your friend, Josie…well, my buddy Chug really likes redheads and…” he begins and I put my finger over his lips.

  “Slow down, Cupid,” I say. “One relationship at a time.”

  We both laugh and head to the kitchen for Christmas brunc
h, and all is right with the world.

  Want to find out what happens with Chug and Josie? Look for Book 2 in the HOT Firemen Series…COMING SOON!