Her First White Christmas

by Liia Ann White

  But he wanted to drag out her pleasure. She would need all the energy she could get for tonight. Her ass swayed as she followed the restaurant hostess to the back of the establishment. A natural wiggle, rather than the exaggerated movement so many women used when trying to appear sexy.

  Her hair fell in golden waves over her shoulders when she turned to face him.

  “Is this table okay with you?”

  She gestured to a cozy booth, almost completely secluded. Going by her sultry smirk, Bella Donna planned on using the private table to their advantage. Saucy woman.

  “It’s perfect.” He looked to the hostess. “Thank you.”

  Seated next to each other, they ordered drinks and entrees quickly. Remy waited until the hostess was out of earshot. “Planning on enjoying the privacy, are you?”

  She grinned, her eyes showing amusement and arousal. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She ran her hand up his thigh, coming incredibly close to his crotch before she stopped.

  Oh hell, this woman’s going to have me begging to see her again after tonight.

  With a wink, she squeezed his leg lightly before removing her hand. Two can play at that game. He saw a waitress approaching with their drinks and quickly moved to touch Bella Donna’s thigh, stroking her soft and silky smooth skin.

  Remy moved his hand up until he reached the juncture he sought. Running a finger along the band of her panties, he grinned, enjoying the way her skin flushed. She sucked in a breath and shot him a look of slight embarrassment, along with enjoyment and the lust he’d sought.

  Remy moved his fingers over her mound, his cock jumping when he found the material of her panties completely soaked. Quickly, he slipped his digits beneath the cotton and parted her slick folds. Bella Donna squealed and clamped her legs together the moment he touched her clit.

  The waitress stood before the table and smiled at them, clearly oblivious to what went on under the table. “Two bourbons and a water?”

  “Thank you,” he replied casually.

  Bella Donna let out a breath and regarded him with wide eyes. “I can’t believe you did that while she stood right here.”

  “Really?” He found her entrance and he paused for a moment. “What about this?”

  He thrust a finger inside her, enjoying the way she gasped and gripped his wrist. He moved his finger in and out, wriggling it around until he located her G-spot. Enjoying the way her cheeks flushed, he stilled his motion and reached for a drink with his free hand.

  Raising his glass to her, Remy waited until she grabbed hers. “To us.”

  Bella Donna clinked her glass with Remy’s and toasted before swallowing half of the bourbon. For someone who had trouble climaxing, she was awfully close. And he’d only touched her clit and fingered her a bit.

  Fuck me.

  She squeezed her thighs together and tried not to concentrate on the throbbing in her core. It wasn’t exactly an easy task. Especially since Remy added a second finger and thrust them in and out as though they were in complete privacy rather than a restaurant.

  “I do enjoy the way you blush.” He leaned in and spoke into her ear, his breath hot on her skin.

  Shivers trailed down her spine and she bit her lip to stop herself moaning. Remy removed his digits from her and raised his hand.

  No, he wouldn’t.

  A shudder spread throughout Bella Donna’s entire being when he put his fingers in his mouth and sucked them. Usually, she’d be repulsed by the act, but when Remy did it, she found it incredibly erotic.

  “You taste even better than I imagined.”

  Completely lost for words, she pulled his face down to hers. She kissed him deeply and thoroughly; both of them moaned when she pulled back.

  “You’re going to pay for what you did, later.” She barely recognized her own voice. Husky and lust-filled, she sounded like a sexy siren.

  “I can’t wait.” He winked.

  The waitress arrived with their meal and Remy behaved in her presence this time.

  Bella Donna eyed off his delicious looking stuffed field mushrooms and baby spinach salad. The cannelloni and Greek salad she ordered appeared far less appetizing. He must have noticed, because he put a piece of the mushroom on his fork and held it up for her.

  “Have a taste.” When she hesitated, he grinned. “I promise I’m not going to smear it in your face.”

  That wasn’t what she’d been hesitant about. Slightly taken back by the romantic gesture, she’d paused for a moment. Nobody had fed her before. Ever. Without another thought, she took the food into her mouth, licking her lips. Did Remy just shudder? Apparently she wasn’t the only one having trouble controlling herself.

  “So,” she started, “where are you from? Your accent’s a bit muddled.”

  Remy’s eyes crinkled as he smiled. “Originally, I’m from Melbourne. I’ve been living in Orlando for the past ten years, though. I travel around the US a lot for work.”

  “What do you do?”

  “I’m the CFO for BA International.”

  She stared at him blankly, feeling like an idiot for not knowing what either set of mysterious initials—CFO or BA International—represented.

  “It’s a charity organization.”

  “Oh?” She looked at him, puzzled. “Pardon my ignorance, but what’s a CFO?”

  “Chief Financial Officer.”

  “Right, so you’re a smarty, then.”

  He lifted a shoulder in a casual shrug. Even that small movement had her libido raging. Everything he did was sexy. “No, I’m just good with money. What do you do for a living, Bella Donna?”

  She loved the way he said her name. “I run an animal shelter, specializing in abused animals and power breed dogs. Pit-bulls, Rottweilers, German Shepherds—those types.”

  He raised his eyebrows. “Very nice. Intelligent, beautiful, vegan, and you love animals. You’re the perfect woman for me.”

  She blushed, feeling incredibly flattered. “Remind me to thank Madame Evangeline for finding you for me.”

  “Ditto.”

  Chapter Three

  After dinner, Remy led Bella Donna back to the hotel room, barely managing to keep his hands off her. They tingled, needing to be all over her body, and his cock strained painfully against his zipper. He’d been rock hard all evening. He hadn’t ever been with a woman so responsive.

  When she shut the door behind her, he pushed her against it and kissed her. His excitement obviously took her by surprise, because she hesitated for a moment before kissing him back. Her tongue thrust in and out of his mouth, massaging his own.

  Pinning her in place with his body, Remy used his hands to explore her. Gliding up her thighs, he skipped over her skirt and caressed the skin under her top. With her hands tugging at his hair, Bella Donna ground her pelvis against his, eliciting a groan of arousal from him.

  Remy pulled away and looked at her. Cheeks flushed, breath coming in small pants through her kiss swollen lips—she was perfection.

  “Do you mind if I skip the romantic gestures and take you now?”

  Her pupils dilated and her body shuddered. Oh no, she didn’t mind one bit.

  “Are you going to do it or talk about it?”

  “Naughty girl,” he growled and picked her up, bridal style.

  He grinned when Bella Donna let out a quiet squeal of surprise but threw her arms around his neck, using her lips to tease the sensitive skin beneath his ear. Reaching the bed in a few strides, he gently set her down and went about removing her clothing. Her shoes slipped off easily. As did her skirt. She’d removed her shirt while he worked on the rest and now sat on the bed in her underwear.

  Remy’s insides did a flip, his heart hammering as he sucked in a sharp breath.

  Flawless.

  He couldn’t just fuck her their first time. He had to take his time, taunting and teasing her until she begged for release.

  Bella Donna raised an eyebrow at him. “What are you waiting for?” A gr
in spread across her luscious lips. “Are you a tease?”

  Remy let out a hearty laugh. The woman was too much. “I’m merely admiring the view.”

  Crawling onto the bed, he leaned over her. Capturing her lips in a sweet kiss, he gently pushed her back, holding his weight up on his arms. With surprisingly quick fingers, she undid his shirt and pulled it over his shoulders.

  He broke the kiss to shrug off the garment and bent once more to nuzzle her neck. She smelled of vanilla and cherries, a scent so alluring he could have spent hours memorizing it. He traced his tongue from behind her earlobe to the hollow of her neck. Her body shuddered beneath his and she raised her hips to grind her mound against his painfully hard erection.

  Fuck. If she did that any more, he’d come in his underwear. A small moan escaped her lips as his hand brushed against her breast. Someone has sensitive breasts. With a smile, he pulled back and looked at the black, lacy bra. Damn, no front clasp.

  Bella Donna sat up, reached around her back, and undid her bra. She removed it and threw it on the floor. Remy’s mouth went dry when the milky mounds of flesh bounced free. They were two handfuls easily. And all his to play with.

  Her rosy pink nipples already began to bunch. Catching her gaze, he gave her a mischievous smile and lowered his mouth, taking one peak into his mouth. The moan she rewarded him with pleased him. So responsive—he loved it. After a few minutes on one breast, he moved his mouth to the other, ravaging the nipple and flesh.

  Bella Donna’s shallow breaths were music to his ears. He placed small kisses down her chest, across her stomach, and made his way to her center. The place he’d been waiting to bury himself in since he first laid eyes on her.

  Hooking his fingers beneath the waistband, Remy pulled the panties down her legs and eagerly returned to the juncture. Completely shaved apart from a patch of curls at the top, he had never seen a more mouth-watering sight.

  “Fuck, babe,” he rasped. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

  Her response was a light snicker. He used his thumbs to part her glistening folds. Her musky scent was like a drug, turning his mind into nothing but a pile of aroused mush. All he could think of was fucking her brains out.

  He took her clit into his mouth and groaned when he tasted her. Her tang was even better than he’d expected. Bella Donna arched her back and gasped as he suckled and flicked her bud with his tongue.

  “Oh fuck, Remy.”

  He slowly inserted two fingers into her slick passage, thrusting them in and out until he found a spot and rhythm she responded to. Her breath came in pants and she trembled around him. When her thighs clamped around his shoulders, he added a third finger.

  Her inner muscles clenched around him and her hips bucked. Using his other hand, he held her pelvis down, and continued to work her into a frenzy. Blood rushed in his ears, excitement building at the thought of her coming. Of making her come. He couldn’t wait to hear her moan his name in a moment of pure bliss. He flicked his tongue over her engorged clit and filled with pride at her loud cry.

  Not a second later, her whole body trembled. Her muscles tightened, hips bucking again as she cried out in ecstasy. He looked up to see her flustered face: eyelids shut tight, mouth open, breasts bouncing with her panting breaths. He’d never witnessed anything more astounding.

  ***

  Bella Donna slowly floated back down to Earth. Every inch of her tingled. She’d never experienced an orgasm so intense in her life. And she’d never—ever—climaxed at the hands of a man, no matter what sexual act they partook in. This man who appeared made for her had brought her to climax with his hands and tongue. It took a moment for her to realize she was crying.

  Remy hovered over her with a concerned expression on his face. His fingers gently wiped at her cheeks then he placed a kiss on each.

  “You okay?” His voice conveyed the same concern his face did.

  Embarrassed, she bit down on her lip and nodded as she sat up. “Sorry.” Feeling like an idiot, she wanted to get away from him. Who cried from climaxing? When she tried to shuffle off the bed, Remy moved to sit between her legs.

  “Don’t run from me, honey.”

  Her heart swelled at his softly spoken words. Does this man have any faults?

  “Talk to me.” He caressed the side of her face. “Please.”

  She pulled her legs up to her chest and sniffed. “I feel like such an idiot. I don’t know why I cried.”

  He eyed her and pursed his lips. “Yes, you do.”

  She ran her fingers through her hair and swallowed nervously. “I’ve never had an orgasm from sex.”

  “Never?”

  She shook her head, slightly irritated by his apparent amusement. “I’ve only ever climaxed from masturbation. And you made me come without even fucking me. I guess I got a little emotional. I didn’t expect to have this connection with someone.”

  “So, I’m kind of like your first.” He grinned. “Honey, you’re so responsive, I’ve never had a woman who aroused me more. Seeing your cheeks flushed makes me rock hard.”

  She couldn’t stop the blush that rose to her cheeks.

  “Yeah like that.” He kissed her softly on the lips. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”

  “Enjoyed myself.” She laughed. “You’re an idiot.”

  “Yep.” He moved so his body towered over hers again. “Now I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name and come harder than you ever could have imagined.”

  His words had her arousal peaking again. Her clit throbbed, core moistened, and her nipples hardened. She looked at the Adonis who hovered over her, running her fingers down his sculpted chest to the waistband of his jeans.

  “So you get to play with me, but I don’t get to play with you?” She pouted, happy when his eyes darkened at the gesture. “That’s not very fair.”

  “Babe, if you play with me too much, I’m afraid I’m not going to last more than a minute.”

  A wicked smile spread across her face. “I have an idea.”

  Slipping out from underneath him, she dashed out of the room and grabbed the bottle of chocolate syrup. The label said body chocolate and she planned on lathering his body in the syrup and making herself a sexy man sundae.

  Chapter Four

  When she returned to the bedroom, Bella Donna found Remy stretched out on the bed, completely naked. His erection rested against his stomach, long and thick. She stopped and took in the sight before her.

  Oh yeah, this man’s perfection.

  The look on his face told her he was very happy with her reaction.

  “Body chocolate, huh?”

  She shook the bottle quickly and wet her lips with her tongue. “I’m going to have my dessert now.”

  The small of her back tingled and arousal caused her heart to flutter. Crawling across the bed, she settled herself between his spread thighs and flicked the cap of the bottle open.

  “Where to start?” She squeezed a drop of syrup on his cock, giggling when it twitched. “Here?”

  Quickly licking the chocolate, she rested back on her knees and drizzled a long line from his navel to his neck. She smiled and bent forward. “No, I think I’ll start here.”

  Remy’s stomach muscles spasmed as she lapped the chocolate off his skin. She enjoyed the combination of salt and sweet as she ate the dessert treat she’d made for herself.

  “Mmm, tasty,” she mused and grasped the base of his cock.

  The moment her fingers touched him there, Remy let out a low groan. Smiling to herself, she squeezed the bottle and let chocolate syrup cover the head and run slowly down to the spot where her hand covered his wide length.

  “Now, this is my favorite kind of treat.”

  A combination of an aroused growl and laugh rumbled from Remy’s chest. “You’re going to be the end of me, woman.”

  She grinned at him before bending her neck. Running her tongue around the tip, she took her time sipping the chocolate off his cock. She worked her way
down, licking and sucking every inch of him until she’d lapped up all the syrup.

  When his muscles clenched and his breathy moans became grunts, she’d achieved her goal. She’d wanted to drive him into an excited state, just like he had with her before she climaxed. Moving up his body, she offered him her chocolate-covered finger.

  He sucked it into his mouth, using his tongue and lips to clean the digit. Pleasure shot straight to her core and her clit throbbed, suddenly more alive than it had been earlier. Bella Donna straddled him and pressed her breasts against his hard, smooth chest, before claiming his mouth with her own.

  She kissed him deeply and thoroughly, her pussy moistening with every stroke of his tongue. Remy’s arms wrapped around her waist and rolled her over to switch their positions, without breaking the kiss. She couldn’t wait any longer. She needed him deep inside of her right now. When she wrapped her legs around his waist, he stiffened and pulled away.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Can’t forget the condom.”

  She nodded, glad he remembered. “Right. I don’t want a baby daddy right now.”

  He smiled and leaned across the bed, rummaging through a drawer on the nightstand.

  Bella Donna took the opportunity to run her hands over his muscular thighs. How could a body so sculpted and toned be so comfortable to be pressed up against? Once he’d opened the packet and sheathed himself, she rested her hands on his shoulders and pulled him down to graze her lips against his.

  Poised, at her entrance, he held his position rather than thrusting in. Too turned on to take things slowly, she wrapped her legs around his waist and propped her hips up so his head pushed inside her.

  “Naughty girl,” he growled in her ear before surging forward.

  In one slick movement, he buried his cock to the hilt. She’d never felt so full. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the movements Remy made that drove her to near madness.

  When he found that sweet spot that had her every muscle crying for release, he circled her clit with his fingers and she was a goner. Everything inside her exploded. White light burst behind her closed eyelids. Her muscles clenched and spasmed as she cried out her release, digging her nails into his back.