by Megan McCoy
“Damn, Sis, I totally spaced on the tree trimming, I’m so sorry! Maybe we can find a plant or something to put ornaments on?” Tracy suggested, picking up pillows and looking guilty for forgetting.
“It’s okay, Tray, we’ll figure something out, I mean we have to have some place to put our presents.” Monica sighed walking towards the door. “Give me about an hour and we can head out and do some damage in the stores.” Monica pulled her robe on, before opening the door to leave.
“All right, Sis, see you in a few and I hope you got enough rest, because today is going to be a workout for real. We are gonna shop until we drop, Christmas style,” Tracy told her, giving her a quick hug before she left.
“Yasss, mama! That is so you and with your new glow? Whew chile, you will turn heads!” Tracy exclaimed, rushing over, taking a peach dress that caught her eye off the rack, and holding it up to Monica. “Perfect dress to wear the next time you see Dominic.”
“Nice thought, but I haven’t heard from him. As a matter of fact, my phone hasn’t so much as pinged since he dropped me off,” Monica admitted with a bit of a sad face, wondering what had him so busy that he couldn’t even send her a text, now that he had her number.
“Mon, before you get the look of the pitiful and rejected, let me ask you a question. Did you ever turn your phone back on last night? Better still, have you even charged the damn thing since yesterday?” Tracy asked her with a knowingly, arched eyebrow.
“Oh shit! I totally forgot to do both! I was in such a rush to meet you for dinner on time, I never did!” Monica reached into her bag and tried to turn on her phone. Nothing happened, the battery was dead.
“Girl, vacation Monica is funny as hell! No responsibilities mean no cares given,” Tracy teased, dropping the dress over his arm with his shirt, and turning towards the cashier.
“Tray, what are you doing? Give me my dress, please,” Monica said, trying to take the dress from Tracy, who slapped her hand away.
“Merry Christmas, heffa, consider this the one gift you get to open on Christmas Eve, don’t worry you will have more under the tree or bush or whatever the hell we come up with.”
Monica hung her early Christmas present from Tracy in her closet and sighed. They hadn’t been that successful for their hunt for a Christmas tree, and had to settle for a wreath with a sunburned Santa Claus in sunglasses and swim trunks in the middle of it. It wasn’t what she had in mind, but it would have to do.
When they got back to the resort, the women Tracy had danced with at the nightclub, Camryn and Becca, invited them down to the pool bar for afternoon drinks. It turned out they weren’t locals, they were visiting from the U.K.
Monica declined, after power shopping with Tracy, she was a little tired. Besides, she was still standing strong with her one drink a night rule. She wanted to save her drink for later and have another one with the candy cane in it.
Tracy told them he was going to drop his bag in his room and meet them down there.
She hung the wreath on a hook in the living room and turned on the television after plugging her phone into her charger. Using the trick Julius had showed Tracy, she was able find and stream The Little Troll Prince. So, what if it was a cartoon? It was one of her favorite Christmas movies and she wanted to watch it. Suddenly inspired, she even picked up the phone to call room service and see if she could get a cup of hot cocoa or apple cider to really set the mood.
“Just a second!” Monica called out twenty minutes later. She was sitting in the middle of the living room floor, surrounded by gifts and wrapping paper, singing along with the characters in the movie, when someone knocked on the door. She grabbed a five-dollar bill out of her wallet as she went to answer it.
“Did the kitchen have any luck figuring out how to make the appl-” Monica started to say when she opened the door, thinking it was room service with her lunch. They told her they didn’t have apple cider, but would try to make something that would be just as good. Instead, she was staring in the handsome face of Dominic Dexter, holding some shopping bags and a small Christmas tree.
“Special delivery for my beautiful Hummingbird,” he said with his amazing smile, as he held up the tree.
Chapter 11
Monica’s hands went to her cheeks, her mouth dropped opened in surprise. “Oh, my gospel! You found a tree! You actually brought me a tree!” She laughed, actually dancing happily in place. “Wait, how did you even know I needed one?” she asked suspiciously.
“Tracy. I saw him and Julius with the ladies from the U.K. and asked where you were. He mentioned you were a little disheartened, because you missed the tree trimming in the lobby this morning,” he explained, walking into her suite with everything.
“You are just… Damn Dom! Thank you. Thank you so, so much!” Monica exclaimed throwing her arms around him and the tree.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hang on, I don’t want you to ruin your tree,” Dominic told her, stepping out of her excited embrace.
He quickly put the tree on the table in the corner of the room near the Santa wreath and sat the bags he was carrying on the floor. Then came back over to her. “Now, where were we?” He took her into his arms.
“I was thanking you for my tree,” she answered, coming up on her tiptoes and kissing him deeply, putting her arms around his neck. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and moved it around with his.
His hands moved from her hips to her ass, as he picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Dominic grabbed a fist full of Monica’s braids and pushed his tongue deeper into her mouth aggressively.
She grabbed the back of his head and kissed him back just as aggressively.
“You are so damn beautiful,” he whispered against her lips, when he pulled back to catch his breath. “That night I spent here in your room was the hardest night of my life,” he told her, alternating between kissing her lips and the side of her neck.
Monica opened her eyes and looked at him, her hands were still tangled in his hair. The look of want in his eyes made her even wetter than she already was. “Why was that the hardest night of your life, Dom?” she asked him softly, kissing him all over his face and lips.
“Because I had to lay next to you all night and not touch you, not kiss you, not taste your sweet lips,” he moaned deep in his chest, and moved his hands from her ass to her thighs, pushing her sun dress up higher.
Since she still had her legs wrapped around his waist, her sundress was bunched at her thighs. When he pushed it higher, she could feel the coolness of the central air tickling the skin on her bare bottom.
Monica felt the familiar feeling of want begin to rise again, a feeling that her body seemed to have reserved only for Dominic.
“Well, today is a new day,” she hinted, dropping a kiss on his neck before catching his earlobe between her teeth.
“Meaning?” he asked her with a sexy grin, before kissing her softly on the lips again.
Monica’s face spread into a mischievous, sexy smile of her own. “Meaning I have wanted you, just as much as you want me, Dominic, for just as long. So, what are you waiting for? Touch me,” she invited, before kissing him again.
“With pleasure, Hummingbird.” Dominic grabbed her hair again and pulled her head back, running his tongue down the length of her neck as he carried her to the bedroom.
Dominic went back to kissing her neck, while he pulled off her sundress and unfastened her strapless bra. Dropping them both on the side of the chair, his hands moved to her breasts, his thumbs moving back and forth across her nipples before his head traveled downward and he captured an erect nipple in his mouth, while still teasing the other one with his thumb.
“That feels so damn good, Dom,” Monica moaned, arching her back and closing her eyes at the new sensations of his soft lips on her skin. She reached around, grabbed his ponytail and brought his head even closer to her breasts as tingles moved through her and congregated in her wet middle.
“Not half as good as you taste,
Monica.” He quickly snatched off his shirt and pulled her close; his chest rose and fell, causing friction against her erect nipples.
Monica felt like hot pellets of desire were raining down on her, as she felt him growing hard beneath her, and began to grind on his growing erection.
“Shit! Monica, tell me how far you want to go because the way I’m feeling about now? I’m dangerously close to taking this newfound friendship to another level,” he hissed against her ear, before dragging his tongue around her ear slowly and kissing her on her neck.
Monica continued to grind against his now fully hard dick, the combination of the denim of his jean shorts and the lace of her thong against her clit had her operating so far out of her right mind she felt like she was about to explode.
“Take me wherever your heart and body desires, Dom. I am always ready for another tour with you,” she moaned, throwing her head back as his lips were at her breast again, his tongue swirling around her nipple before biting it lightly.
“Oh baby, the places I have in mind will bring you to tears of joy,” he growled, picking her up in his arms and moving to the bed. He laid her in the middle of the bed before standing upright, staring deep into her eyes as he unfastened his jeans and removed them.
When he was completely naked, he brought his knee up on the bed, reached up and dragged her thong down her legs, removing them before smacking her on her left ass cheek. “Get up on your knees facing the headboard,” he ordered, smiling wickedly at her.
Monica blinked, trancelike, and got into the position he requested. She swallowed nervously after she saw what he was working with. His dick was just as perfect as the rest of him, but damn he had the equipment to have her screaming from now until New Year’s Day!
She felt him position himself behind her and waited to hear the rip of a condom wrapper, when she felt his hands grab her ass and pull her back by her hips, she was about to protest, when she felt his long hot tongue slide into her dripping wet opening.
“Dominic,” Monica moaned, closing her eyes and gripping the sheets tightly under her hands, as Dominic’s tongue started to dart in and out of her pussy, sending shock waves of pleasure through her entire body as he ate her out from behind.
“Hummingbird, these lips taste even sweeter than the ones on your beautiful face,” he moaned, sucking her on her box and flicking her clit with his tongue.
Monica felt her vagina shiver and shake, as he continued to eat his fill of her most precious possession like he owned it. Hot waves of desire tumbled and rolled through her limbs as, way too soon, she fought against the waves of her impending orgasm. Dominic and his skillful mouth had her climbing to the cosmos before she wanted to.
“No, please, not yet,” she moaned and attempted to move away from him for a second, to catch her breath, when his strong hands caught her by the waist locking her in place. She dropped her head forward on the bed, gripping the sheets tighter. She began to recite the lyrics to Christmas carols in her mind to keep from succumbing to her sweet release, this felt too damn good to end already.
“Damn, Dom. Damn,” she moaned, biting the sheets as she continued to battle her body’s natural response to the stimulation of his mouth taking her higher.
“I need to taste more of your sweetness, Hummingbird, come for me,” Dominic requested spreading her butt cheeks apart and dove deeper into her treasure.
“Fuck!” Monica moaned as felt her world shift on its axis, the room started spinning.
Dominic gripped her tighter and began to lick and suck on her clit like his life depended on it.
Her body shivered from the sensation, vibrations were undulating in time with Dominic’s magical mouth and tongue, causing her to shake from head to toe. The echo of waves crashing rang in her ears as her first orgasm with Dominic was ripped from her body with earth shattering force.
“DOMINIC! Ohfuckohdamnohshitohbaby! Damn, baby, damn,” Monica cried out, with tears streaming down her face. She balled up her hand in a tight, sheet filled fist, and pounded it on the mattress as her pussy pulsated and rained down all around Dominic’s tongue while he continued to mine for her honey as she came over and over again.
Monica’s arms turned to rubber as the strongest jolt of intense completion she had ever felt in her life shot through her body and into Dominic’s waiting mouth.
“Good GOD!” she wailed at the top of her voice and dropped forward on the bed with her ass in the air, because he still had a tight grip on it, the man was a pussy-eating beast!
With her eyes closed tight, she was beginning to think he would never get enough of the taste of her cream, when her sweet torture came to a sudden end. She felt him begin to pull back from her pussy and blow softly on her pubic hairs before lifting his head from between her legs.
He crawled up the bed and laid on his side next to her. Dominic lightly dragged his finger up her spine while she laid on her stomach still moving from the small whispering tremors of orgasm.
After several minutes, Monica was finally able to lift her head and open her eyes again. She turned and looked at Dominic in amazement. “That was incredible, Dom.” Her eyes were heavy and shining with bliss.
Dominic smiled and leaned forward, kissing her on her lips.
Tasting herself there, had her getting wet all over again, at the thought of the pleasure he had just given her.
“That was only the beginning, Hummingbird,” he whispered, moving off the bed. He grabbed his pants and took a condom out of his wallet.
Monica turned over on her back and watched in vested interest as he rolled the condom down his massive erection, his eyes stayed on hers the entire time. How could something so simple seem so intimate? she wondered, as he slowly crawled back onto the bed with her.
His hands slowly moved up her legs, spreading them as he went, the look of need on his face made her heart speed up to a thundering beat.
“You are perfection,” he whispered, as he made himself comfortable between her legs and pushed his dick into her welcoming opening.
The sensation of fullness that followed his penetration caused Monica to close her eyes again and arch her hips to allow him deeper access.
“Yes, Monica, open up yourself up to me,” he moaned and came up on his hands and began to move in and out of her with slow, torturous strokes.
Monica felt him move in and out of her with determined precision that had her walls vibrating and contracting around him to accommodate his intrusion.
A rush of emotion like she had never felt before, moved through her, everything about him felt so right, like he was made especially for her and she never wanted to let him go.
When that thought crossed her mind, it scared her so much, that her breath caught in her chest and she opened her eyes. She was startled to see that he was watching her, a soft almost intrigued look resting on his face.
She reached up and touched his face, looking at him curiously, as he continued to move in and out of her with the same slow tempo. Could he be feeling what she was feeling at the same time? He lowered his head and brought his lips to hers in a passion-filled kiss, the emotional connection going on between them seemed to grow even stronger.
Dominic moaned low in his chest and moved his hands under her ass going even deeper. His slow, deliberate strokes remained at the same mind-melting pace. He had her mesmerized with the way he lovingly stroked her middle and she began to move her hips upward to meet his thrusts.
The combination of lust, need and something else she wasn’t ready to acknowledge yet, moved through her with urgency as he continued on, her middle cried out to him and rained on the bed sheets beneath her.
“Damn, baby.” Dominic moaned, gripping her ass tighter and gradually speeding up his thrusting hips. He moved from side to side touching every inch of her insides, she felt that familiar feeling of ascension as she happily took every second of pleasure he was giving her.
Monica moved her hands from his face and gripped him tightly to her as the first s
park of her orgasm flickered to the surface. “Dominic, I think I love you,” she declared with a soulful moan, closing her eyes tight. The momentous feeling of pleasure took her breath away, and held her tightly as she succumbed to her orgasm, and her walls took a tight hold of Dominic’s thrusting and vibrating penis.
He gathered her tightly in his arms, his hips sped up even more, his lips came crashing down on hers again, his tongue plunged deeply in to her mouth and she felt him jerk deep inside of her as he quietly exploded inside of the condom.
“I’m glad to hear that, Hummingbird, because I know without a doubt, I am in love with you,” Dominic whispered before kissing her again.
Monica pushed away that nagging voice of reason, that was loudly asking her what the hell was she going to now, especially when she was leaving in little over a week, and just enjoyed the moment she and Dominic found themselves in.
“So, what’s in the bags?” Monica asked Dominic, walking back into the living room of the suite some time later. After just lying together, tripping off of what was happening between them, they fell asleep in each other’s arms. Now, after playing and splashing around in the shower together, Dominic suggested they order food and put the tree up.
“Ornaments,” he answered, getting off the couch and moving over to the bags he’d brought to pull out some old boxes.
Monica rushed over and opened one of the boxes carefully, beautifully decorated glass bulbs glistened in the late afternoon sun. “These are so beautiful, where did they come from?” she asked, lightly touching one of the bulbs with her finger.
“They belonged to my parents, I forgot I even had them until I went looking for something to use for a tree topper,” he told her, putting the last of the four boxes on the couch.
“And you’re sure they don’t mind me borrowing them? I mean what about their tree?” she asked, opening up each box carefully before looking at Dominic.