Mistletoe Magic

by Dee Ellis

  Falling back into his dark sheets and clutching at them with shaking fingers, I do as I am told. My thighs spread open and I think I should be shamed at how wet I am, how my clit is swollen and achy, and how my nipples hurt they are so hard. As his eyes skate over every single inch of me, I feel no shame. I feel no fear or hesitation about what comes next.

  With his eyes on me, I feel magical, sexy, and owned.

  “Tell me, baby,” his lips move against my thighs as he moves his big body on the bed between them, “tell me you want me inside you. Tell me you want to let me take that sweet cherry. Tell me you want my cock filling you up with my cum,” his words vibrate against my skin and I moan, nodding as he covers me with his mouth again.

  “Yes. Yes, I want you inside me, Malcolm. I want your cock inside my pussy. I want to feel you cum inside me. I don’t ever want someone else inside me,” I admit as he sucks at my clit and I claw at the bedding, twisting beneath his filthy kisses.

  His mouth is like magic branding my skin with pleasure. I shudder beneath his body as he tongues me to two more orgasms. Moving over me, he leaves no part of me untouched by his mouth, his hands, and his words. I am frantic with need as he sucks at one nipple and twists the other, telling me I belong to him and only him forever.

  “Please! Please… I need you to fill me, I feel empty and I know you can fill me up,” I moan raggedly as he kisses at my neck and drags his thick, heavy cock between my soaked slit.

  “Oh, Little Angel, I will fill all of you up with all of me. Open for me, let me inside you. Give me your eyes, don’t you look away from this. I want to see the minute I make you mine,” he demands, both of us looking down as he fists his cock and lines it up, pushing gently to just barely slip inside.

  His hands find mine and lace tight, pinning my arms above my head. Lowering his head, he brushes his mouth over mine and then surges forward. Eyes locked on his, I cry out at the burn before he twists his hips and something sweet and sinful lights inside me.

  “Keep those eyes on me, baby,” he pulls out then pushes back in gently, “Now let me show you how good it can feel to belong to me. Tell me you know you belong to me now, Noel.”

  “Yes! I do. I belong to you. Please, I need more… please, more…” I plead, twisting and turning beneath him.

  “More what? Tell me what you need and I will always give it to you. I want to hear how bad you need it, give me those filthy words from that pure mouth, baby,” he grunts as he thrusts in harder and I shout, arching beneath him.

  “Malcolm, please, more. Fuck me. Fuck me and fill me with your cock. I want to feel you come inside me. Please, fuck me!”

  “Oh Christ, my filthy Little Angel. Look at that sweet cherry all over my cock,” he growls as he pulls out and looks at the mix of cum and my cherry on his cock, “Mine. This pretty little cunt belongs to me now. Only my cock will ever fill it again,” he roars as he starts to thrust into me faster and harder.

  I claw at his hands and watch him fuck me before his eyes come back to mine. Something soft lights his face as he pushes so deep it burns and goes still. My head dips back and I scream as I come and feel the fullness of my walls closing tight around his thickness.

  “Oh! Yes!” I scream as he pushes deeper then pulls out.

  “Good girl, come on my cock, baby. Show me how greedy that pussy is for me to fill it up with my cum. Milk my cock like a good Little Angel. Fuck!” Malcolm throws his head back to roar as he comes inside me.

  I can’t look away from it, it is such a beautiful and carnal sight. He is thick and wide everywhere, his shoulders tensed, and his abs tight as he pushes deep and shudders with his orgasm. His dark hair is mussed and falls in his face but his eyes are light and the smile he gives me as he pumps his hips and fills me up is the most stunning gift I have ever been given.

  Something soft but strong and all-encompassing floods me. Moving us swiftly, he brings me astride his chest, both of us fighting to breathe right after all we just shared. Icy eyes gaze up at me as I snuggle into his chest.

  “What… was… that?” he wonders before a grin twists his full lips.

  “Only one of us might have an answer for that, Grinch,” I say back as a huge grin fills my face too.

  “No, Little Angel, I do not have an answer for that. Come here, let’s try it again and see if we can figure one out, huh?”

  Laughter turns to moans as he works his hands and mouth over my body again. We do try it again; all night as the snow falls outside his beautiful cabin home and late into the early morning, we make love. I fall asleep feeling safer and more satisfied than I have ever felt in my life.

  As I finally succumb to sleep I realize I still have no idea what any of this truly is.

  Chapter Eight

  Malcolm

  Waking up with a soft, warm body wrapped tightly in my arms is a new sensation.

  At first, I think it might be a dream of my wife and me. Those dreams tormented me for years. Or, I would wake up alone and for a few seconds think she was just off making breakfast or painting. Once the reality set in, pain would rock me and I could barely make it out of bed.

  Today, I wake up with Noel and not for a second do I think it is my wife or a terrible dream. I smell her cinnamon and cookie scented skin and the shampoo she uses. I feel her legs twist with mine and see their red painted toenails. I know it is her and I am so glad she is here with me.

  Last night was one of the best nights of my life. I came back to life the moment I touched Noel. I thought meeting her sparked me to life, but touching her made me truly feel alive again. Having her beneath me, wrapped around me, on top of me, saying my name and coming for me as she flushed and gazed down at me with soft eyes full of love gave me life.

  For the past year, I have kept my distance because I thought I owed that to my wife. I meant my vows so wholly that I was fully prepared to live my life alone and miserable. Now I know my wife would have never wanted that.

  My wife’s love of me and our life led me here, to this woman. To a woman who loves life and maybe, possibly, can love me.

  Because I know as I gaze down at her in my arms, I love her.

  It seems impossible since last night is the first time we’ve spoken in nearly a year, but I know what I feel. What I felt for her that first day when she looked up at me with hope and joy in her beautiful eyes. Staying away has done nothing to stop me from falling in love with her.

  What is impossible is trying not to love a woman like Noel.

  “What are you thinking? How to gently evict me from your bed and your building?” her voice is raspy from how often I made her moan and scream last night and it makes my cock jerk.

  “Not even a little. Quite the opposite, in fact,” I admit as I kiss her head and sit up against the headboard.

  Moving with me, she tangles one knee between mine and walks her fingers up my chest until she is fussing with my beard. I close my eyes as she combs her fingers through the dark length of it, smiling when I remember her calling me a sexy but grumpy Santa. Now my cock really wakes up and I pull her over my lap to settle her right on top of it where she belongs.

  “Meaning what, exactly, Mr. Fort?” her eyes are full of life and mischief and I know that is just what I need.

  “After I lost my family, I lost myself as well. I forgot who I was and what I was about. Coming here was meant to help me find myself again, but I never expected to find you, Noel. I planned to be alone for the rest of my life,” her beautiful face falls as she presses closer and I bury my face in her chest, listening to her thudding heart, “Not only do I not want to be alone now, I don’t want to be without you, Little Angel. I adore you,” I kiss her rosy pink nipples before I sit back to look into her eyes.

  “How? After the night we met I was so hopeful. I never really knew,” bowing her head, she goes shy, and it’s so fucking adorable, “what it felt like to want a man before that night. From the moment I looked at you... I felt like you came here just for me. The best Christmas
gift ever. Only you hate Christmas, you hate my store, and you hate me,” her voice cracks along with my heart and I shake my head, dragging her close.

  “I used to love the holiday. I think if anyone can make me learn to love it again, it would be you. You love the magic and the mistletoe and the merriness of it all. I want to live again, Noel. I want to be happy again. I want to do that with you,” I kiss her mouth as I cup her face in my hands, thumbs swiping away two single tear drops.

  “I want you, Malcolm,” her voice is sexy and throaty as she starts to get hot for me, rubbing her soft little body against me.

  “You have me, baby,” my gaze drops to watch her wetness coat my dick and I grunt, stilling her.

  “I want you now,” she pleads as her head falls back as she wriggles to try to get me inside her.

  “Look at me, Little Angel,” I slide a hand up her spine to fist her long blonde hair, forcing her gaze to mine, “you will get me, I promise you. I plan to give you everything you ask of me, Noel.”

  Her eyes are lit with need and I almost can’t deny her because all I want is to please her. We need to talk about this and what it means for both of us. This thing between us changes everything.

  “Malcolm,” she moans as she twists her hips and rubs her wet slit against my hard cock, “please, baby.... can we talk with you inside me? I like how it... ooh yes....” she smiles as I grant her filthy wish and push inside her tightness.

  “You will live here with me, not above the store. Mistletoe will stay open as long as you wish. Run it all year or just a few months of the year. Whatever you wish. You will teach me how to love the holidays just as you do and show me how to hope again,” I thrust into her hard and she nods with a whimper.

  “Yes! Will you teach me how to belong to you,” her eyes meet mine as she smiles and I laugh.

  “Oh, my filthy Little Angel. You need my cock in you to feel this good,” I thrust again, and she moans, circling her hips to take me deeper, “I think you know just how to belong to me.”

  Noel lowers her head and drags her tongue over my mouth before taking it in a brutal kiss that tastes like hope and love. My hands drop to her hips to lift her slowly before I drag her back down the length of me. It is slow and intense as she rides me, her mouth fused to mine as her hands clutch at my hair.

  “Malcolm,” she moans as she starts to shake with her orgasm, “I feel so full. Of you but of... this... of us. How can it feel so good when it just began? How can it feel so right?” her hips circle as she bounces her ass, riding me as she pants this into my mouth.

  “Because it was always there, baby. From that first moment. I kept my distance because I was a fool. I should have taken you that very first night. You belong to me, Noel. Just as wholly as I belong to you. Come with me, Little Angel. Come with me deep inside you right where I belong,” I rasp as I slap her ass gently and watch her fuck me faster, harder, taking what she needs from me.

  We come together as she throws her head back, her long hair brushing my thighs. Her moan of pleasure vibrates through her as she bounces slower and slower on my cock. I slam her hips down as my fingers dig into her skin, wanting to stay deep inside her tight wet warmth.

  Once we can move, I carry her to a shower where I bathe her with affection and adoration. Toweling her off, I wrap her in my robe and lead her downstairs. Right away she settles into a spot at the table as she watches me cook a quick breakfast for us both.

  “I want a tree,” she smiles at me around a bite of toast, turning to point where she wants it, “right there, by the fireplace. It is begging for a big conifer lit up with lights and lovely trinkets. Will you let me put a tree up, baby?” her foot slides up my bare calf to nudge playfully at my hard dick as I sit across from her at the table.

  “Will you let me fuck you underneath it?” I tease as I twist my hips so her foot can rub my dick and she smirks shyly.

  “I do believe I will let you fuck me wherever you want to, Malcolm,” her words are bold but her face goes pink so I laugh.

  “Correct answer, Little Angel. Yes, I will let you put a tree up. I will let you do whatever you want here. It is your home now.”

  “You.... you meant all the things you said before?”

  Noel bows her head but I reach a hand out, tipping her chin up. It wobbles slightly and I again kick myself for keeping this sweet soul so far from me that I hurt us both. I lean over to kiss her gently, licking a bit of strawberry jam from her bottom lip.

  “Noel... I meant every single word. Though I selfishly stayed away from you, you have never been far from my thoughts. Every single moment of almost every single day since I first laid eyes on you, I have wanted you. What I feel for you is mildly obsessive and how I have fed that obsession since we met is shameful.”

  “Tell me. Tell me if it is the same as my obsession for you, Malcolm.”

  Chapter Nine

  Noel

  I climb into Malcolm’s lap as if he really is my very own sullen but sexy Santa.

  “Tell me if it has been the same agony for you as it has been for me,” I plead breathlessly as I think of the past year I have wanted him but convinced myself he hated me.

  “I know everything about you, Noel. I learned what I could by watching you those first few weeks but it was not enough. I asked your neighbors at the shop, I asked your friends, and I kept every single detail close to my heart. How much you love the first snowfall. How you need more marshmallows in your cocoa than necessary. Even how every single year you add a new ornament for your parents to the tree in their yard.”

  Shocked by his confession, I bury my face in his neck, his beard rough at my skin, shaking with sobs. He meant what he said before. He adores me. Just the same way I adore him. It is so much more than I dreamt all the times I dreamt of him.

  “You drink three coffees a day,” I whisper as he rocks me gently in his thick, solid arms, “You say you hate the holiday but as soon as it snows, you smile more. You always look in people’s eyes when you talk to them. When I see you walking, you seem to know where you are going even though you also look lost. But you always slow down to look at the lights.”

  “Christ, Noel. I love you,” he stuns me again, pulling away to cup the back of my neck and force me to look in his eyes, “Every day I stayed away from you was misery. I love you. I watch you laugh and sing your songs and be so kind and good to people. I need you, I want you, and I absolutely love you.”

  Tears sparkle in his eyes but they flood down my face unchecked. I laugh though. I twist into his chest, loop my arms around his wide shoulders, and I laugh long and loud. He laughs with me, gathering me closer to rock me gently as we laugh together.

  “I love you, Malcolm. My sullen but sexy Santa. I will teach you to love life again the same way you taught me to love you.”

  “I love you, Little Angel. I came here, I thought, to find something of my wife. Instead, I found you and I think that is just what she wanted. I love you and I want to love the holiday and this town and life the way you do. The way I love you.”

  Malcolm’s eyes are bright with hope and joy and it floods my heart and soul with love.

  We spend the day by the fire making love and making plans for our life. By nightfall, we agree I will move out here with him while I run Mistletoe half of the year. The other half he wants for just us and our family we hope to start soon.

  “You will be my priority now, Noel. You and our family. My business, your store, holidays or no holidays, none of it will be more important to me than you are. I will provide for you and give you anything you could ever ask of me. I will love you and adore you and learn how to love life again because of you.”

  With snow falling outside his home—our home—he says his words with such passion and promise I know he means them. A fire rages in the huge fireplace and the moon sparkles through the high windows and it is one of the most magical moments of my life.

  Sullen and sexy Santa that he is, he even gets that perfect tree I was looking at
delivered for us to decorate. It comes with some of the best trimmings from Mistletoe and a promise from Malcolm that we will add to it every single year, together.

  As soon as the beautiful topper he chose is nestled atop it, he takes me to the ground beneath it and keeps another promise. Beneath the tree he strips me bare and tastes me until I come. With colorful lights dancing over us, he lies me beneath the tree and pushes inside me, filling me up body and soul.

  “I love you, Little Angel,” he whispers as he thrusts into me slow and deep, “you brought me back to life and gave me hope. I will always remember our first Christmas together and I will always make every one we share even more special. You made me want to live and love again and that is the greatest gift you could have ever given me. Besides your love, your innocence, and your hope.”

  As we come together, I am entranced by the lights and snow and the beauty of the man I love making love to me. The man I love and have loved a little more every single day since I first met him a year ago. Even when I was sure he hated Christmas and maybe even hated me, I loved him.

  Now that I know he loves me and might learn to love Christmas too, I love him even more. I ache for his losses and hope to find a way to help him remember them properly. Even if I am not his first love like he is mine, I believe I can be his last love, and I will take that.

  “Merry Christmas,” he whispers to me as we snuggle by the fireplace with the snow falling outside and our newly decorated treat glowing.

  “Still a few weeks before Christmas, baby,” I reply as I brush my fingers through his salt and pepper hair.

  “Not for us. We got Christmas early, Little Angel. We got each other, and that is gift enough for me.”

  Mistletoe brought us together and magic brought us love and I know he is right—that is gift enough for us both.

  The End

  Epilogue