Hot Holiday Love

by Germaine Solomon

  “Um, you said you called me three times. What do you need?”

  “I want you to come and check out what I brought to prepare for lunch.” He laced his fingers through mine and pulled me along with him back to the kitchen.

  When we reached the center island, Hayden opened the big plastic food container, revealing a mountain of the most succulent-looking tiger prawns and bay scallops I’d ever seen. The aroma of the seasonings and herbs that covered them was rich and tangy, filling my nostrils.

  “They smell good. How are you going to cook them? You could pan sear them on top of the stove in extra virgin olive oil and garlic butter or broil them in the oven.”

  Hayden reached inside the brown paper bag, smiling with a twinkle in his eyes, and pulled out a handful of shiny, stainless steel skewers. “Or I could grill them outdoors over an open flame. Doesn’t that sound köstlich?”

  I smacked my lips, aggravated. “I’m not sure because I have no idea what that means.”

  “It means delicious , babe.”

  A sneaky hot flash suddenly wrapped all around me, causing me to reach for my pendant and finger it nervously. My breath hitched in my throat when my thoughts settled. I whispered, “That’s the word you kept repeating last night when…”

  I couldn’t say it and I couldn’t look at Hayden’s face either. Flashbacks of us on the floor in front of the fireplace and in my bed last night and this morning in the Jacuzzi had robbed me of words and composure.

  “When I was tasting you, babe? Is that what you were about to say? I kept telling you how delicious you tasted on my tongue every time I sucked your nipples and licked your pussy last night because it’s true. I will never get enough of your flavor. Du schmeckst wie feine köstlich schokolade.” He leaned in, lowered his head, and brushed his warm, moist lips across mine before he repeated, “Feine köstlich schokolade.”

  “Um, please say it in English, Hayden.”

  After another kiss—one deeper and hungrier than the one before it—his eyes held me captive. “You taste like fine, delicious chocolate.”

  I was still speechless and scatterbrained when Hayden returned his attention to the shellfish and skewers. This man was putting all kinds of moves on me, doubling down with his masculine mojo. I was drowning in his charm and I honestly didn’t want a lifeline. I wanted Hayden, but I was afraid of what it would take to make him mine. That was a conversation we definitely needed to have and soon, but not today. I just wanted to enjoy Christmas with him, eating delicious food, watching movies, and whatever sexual treats he wanted to serve me in my bed tonight. Serious conversations about the past, present, and possibly our future could put a damper on our holiday, especially if he was broke and trying to make a comeback on a dead career. So, there would be no talking about anything heavy today. I wanted the mood to remain mellow and light.

  I leaned back against Hayden’s chest when he wrapped his arms around my waist. He kissed the side of my neck and ignited a spark that sent electric currents throughout my body. I trembled in his embrace.

  “How am I supposed to finish washing dishes if you keep distracting me?”

  His lips latched on to a generous amount of my sensitive flesh and sucked it into his warm mouth. To add weight to his slick seduction, he pressed his massive erection firmly against my ass and moaned. I was losing control, knees buckling and all. The plate I was washing slipped from my hand and fell into the sink. Warm, soapy dishwater splashed all over me, but Hayden showed no mercy. His hands crept underneath my wet sweater and palmed my breasts. He pinched my nipples between his thumbs and middle fingers and rolled them slowly. Damn, I had to struggle for my next few breaths through a fresh wave of ecstasy.

  “Go pack a bag with enough clothes for two days,” he mumbled against my neck as his fingers continued to tease my hard nipples. “I want to fuck you in my bed tonight. You’ll need all day tomorrow to recuperate before I start all over again when night falls.”

  “Hayden…the dishes…”

  “Fuck those dishes. Go and pack now .” He swatted me hard on my ass after removing his hands from underneath my sweater. “Go!”

  Of course, I left them damn dishes in the sink and got the hell out of the kitchen. I knew how to receive and obey a direct order. That kind of shit turned me on. My feet were moving so fast as I ran up the stairs that I almost tripped. I was operating on adrenaline and nervous excitement. I loved a real man who knew what he wanted, who he wanted it from, and exactly how he wanted it. And as it stood on this quiet Christmas afternoon, Hayden wanted me . I was one lucky girl. I smiled with that thought in mind as I entered the master bedroom.

  I grabbed my Gucci duffle bag, placed it on the bed, and started throwing clothes and toiletries inside of it like a mad woman. I rushed to the master bath to collect my toothbrush, bath and body products, and hair-care essentials. When I returned to the room, I dumped everything in my arms into the bag and looked around. I felt like I was forgetting something, but I was too hyped up to double check. I was ready for a passion-filled Christmas night with my Blue Ridge boo.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Hayden

  I stepped out of the bathroom draped in a towel from the waist down while brushing my teeth. I wanted to sneak a peek at Natalie to make sure she was settling in comfortably in the master suite. I swear to God I almost went into cardiac arrest when I saw her looking out the window, wearing one of my Bayern Munich jerseys. Her back was turned to me, so she had no idea I was freaking the hell out, staring at the bold letters that spelled out the name that millions worldwide knew me by above my player number, 45. My mind was so close to the edge that I couldn’t even appreciate how sexy my babe looked in my sports gear.

  I stopped brushing my teeth, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and tossed the toothbrush on the dresser. Walking slowly toward her, I consciously pre-measured my tone and asked, “Natalie, what are you doing wearing that jersey, sweetheart?”

  She turned around with a huge grin on her face that made my heart pound so hard that I thought it would jump out of my chest. “Do you like it?” She did a lazy twirl, allowing me to take in her curvy body from all angles.

  “Yeah. It looks a hell of a lot better on you than it does on me for damn sure. But why are you wearing it and where did you get it from?”

  “I packed my stuff in the duffle bag so fast that I forgot to throw in some pajamas. I hope you don’t mind that I searched your drawers for a T-shirt and found this instead.”

  “Um, no, it’s not a problem, babe. But, um, didn’t you see my T-shirts in the top right drawer?”

  “I did.” She smiled even wider and started walking in my direction. “But I liked this better. It’s nice and warm, and I love this shade of red. What kind of jersey is it?”

  “It’s a football…well, Americans call it soccer . So, yeah, it’s a soccer jersey from a pro league in Germany called Bundesliga. The team is Bayern Munich.”

  “You must really love this soccer team because you have two drawers stuffed with their jerseys.”

  I nodded. “Yeah, I’m their biggest fan.”

  “Do you like any other teams?”

  “I do, but not like Bayern Munich. They’re the best. Yo, soccer is the best. It’s the greatest sport ever known to man. I feel the same way about it as you do music.”

  “No way, dude!” She threw her head back and laughed out loud. “I am music, baby. If I got sick with a disease that would keep me from singing, writing, and playing the piano, I’d ask God to just let me die. I would have no life if I couldn’t make music. It means everything to me.”

  “Damn, babe, you really love music, eh?”

  “It’s the reason why I live.”

  I reached out, pulled Natalie into my arms, and squeezed her tight. I realized music meant as much to her as football meant to me…maybe even more . The only difference between our situations was that she was fully indulged and kicking ass in the career she loved, and I didn’t even know if I would ki
ck a football on a professional level ever again in life. But there was one thing I knew for sure and it was the way I felt about Natalie. She had come into my life at my lowest point. I was scared, surrounded by uncertainty, and in desperate need of hope. She had become my hope and my shining light. My heart had opened up to her and allowed her in. And that’s where I wanted her to stay forever .

  So, even if my career was over, bringing my future in the limelight to an end, my life would still go on as long as Natalie was by my side. It was where she belonged, and I needed to tell her that. It was time for me to confess how I felt about her, who I was, and anything else that was important to our future together. I was ready to pour out my heart to this special woman and completely open up my soul to her.

  I took a step back, still holding Natalie in a loose embrace. When she looked up and our eyes locked, I said, “I think we need to talk, sweetheart.”

  “No.” She shook her head. “Not tonight, Hayden. It’s Christmas. Let’s not ruin the holiday with a conversation that can wait.” She reached up and placed a palm on each side of my face and stood on the tips of her toes to plant a quick, soft kiss on my lips.

  “Natalie, there are things you don’t know about me. I want to break down my whole life for you so— ”

  “No, Hayden! No!”

  I felt an icy chill when Natalie dropped her hands from my face and turned away from me. And I hadn’t missed the way she’d shivered in my arms before she pulled out of my embrace. She was still shaking with her arms wrapped around her body like she was cold with her back to me.

  “Babe, you can’t pretend like you’re not going to leave me on this goddamn mountain next week. This is not the real world. Our time on Blue Ridge is definitely going to end, so we need to have a discussion to try and figure out what the hell we’re going to do when that happens. Time is ticking, so why wait?”

  My heart ached when she turned around to face me again, wiping tears from her eyes. That fake smile on her face couldn’t hide the pain and fear distorting her angelic features. That punk-ass rapper must’ve really hurt her bad. If I ever ran across that useless son of a bitch, I swear to God I would rip him in half.

  I wanted to tell Natalie that I wasn’t him and I would never hurt her the way he had, but I wasn’t supposed to know anything about that side of her life. So, instead, I pulled her in for a tight hug, wishing my body could soak up all the hurt and fear inside of her. I couldn’t resist burying my face in her crazy curls and inhaling the scent of coconut. I squeezed her tighter and pressed my lips against her forehead for a moment or two, determined like hell to gather my thoughts.

  “Okay. We won’t discuss anything tonight.” I raked my fingers through her hair and rained soft kisses all over her pretty face. “But you better be prepared to hear me out tomorrow.”

  “Hayden! Get the hell out!”

  I laughed and blocked Natalie’s soft punches in her attempt to run me out of the shower stall. Water and honeysuckle-scented lather flew everywhere as she swung her arms and pushed me weakly with no results. I was too big, strong, and determined to have my way with her, so no matter how much she tried to get rid of me, I was going to win this little game. Plus I was cheating. I was kissing all the new hot spots I’d discovered on her body last night and caressing her breasts. She was slowly melting under my heat even as she continued to push and swing. No one could ever accuse me of being a cheater on the football field, but I deserved a couple of red cards for my actions in the shower. I was committing all kinds of fouls.

  I backed Natalie against the shower wall, grabbed both of her wrists in my right hand, and held them above her head. “Surrender now, babe, or I’ll make you pay,” I teased against her open mouth.

  When she stopped resisting and her breathing became ragged, I knew I had her exactly where I wanted her—totally under my submission. I didn’t kiss her. I traced her parted lips with my tongue before I plunged it inside her mouth and did a thorough sweep. Like a starving man, I licked and tasted every inch of her sweet mouth, from her inner cheeks to the roof and all across her teeth and gums.

  “Mmm …Hayden…”

  I swallowed her moan in a full, deep kiss with excessive tongue contact. My free hand was on fire and busy, branding her breasts as if committing the feel and shape of them to the memory of my touch. Natalie gulped a mouthful of air when I started kissing my way down her face to her neck and even lower to her boobs. I had mercy on her and released her wrists, and her soft hands immediately grabbed the back of my head. My mouth went in for the kill, covering her left nipple. I circled the taut tip with my tongue and then flicked it fast back and forth repeatedly. Then I got greedy and pulled the entire areola into my mouth and sucked it unmercifully until she screamed.

  The water from the rainfall shower head had turned cold, but I was just getting warmed up. I lowered my body to my right knee, cautious not to put any pressure on the left one. I buried my nose in her pubic hair, which was just as wild and curly as the hair on her head. Her scent was verdammt berauschend…fucking intoxicating . It made my mouth water for a taste of her sweet pussy. So, I threw Natalie’s right leg over my shoulder, spread her hairy pussy lips apart with my thumbs, and dragged my tongue up and down her slick clit. It was hard and pulsating in response to my licks. Her hips started rotating and thrusting against my face, fucking it aggressively.

  Juicier and sweeter than any fruit, Natalie’s pussy was dripping heavily with her nectar. I was a greedy bastard, but I couldn’t lap it all up, so the drops that I missed drizzled down my chin and rested in my stubble. I sucked on her stiff, sweet nugget and flicked it over and over again. And with each stroke of my tongue, she trembled and sang my name prettier than any note my ears had ever heard. The chants from my fans at Allianz Arena didn’t have a damn thing on the perfectly-pitched, one-word love song my babe was singing in my honor. I made her take it up a few notes on the scale when I eased my tongue inside the drenched mouth of her womb and curled it around a few times.

  “Oooh, Hayden! I can’t take it, bae! I’m cumming!”

  “No. Not yet, babe. Breathe and hold it. Not yet.”

  “H-hay…Hay…Hayden…ugh…I can’t!”

  I slowed down my tongue twirls, inhaled her feminine vapors, and then released my hot breath all over her pussy. She squirmed and panted and rubbed the back of my head. That was my cue to slip my tongue between her slit again and lick and suck her clit. Moments later, she detonated. Her body began to jerk wildly and the pitch of her chants shot through the roof like she was singing opera. A thick stream of her honey coated my tongue and rained down my throat. Her wails and the sound of my name filled the air as the cold water continued to fall on us. I gripped her hips with both hands, holding her in place, as I kissed and sucked the flesh on her trembling thighs. My babe was satisfied, but that was only the appetizer before the entrée.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Natalie

  “Aaahhh !”

  Hayden didn’t give me a chance to brace myself before he stood from the shower floor, grabbed my hips firmly, and rammed all ten inches of hard-as-steel dick inside my pussy. He started pumping in and out of me nice and slow with long, deep strokes, tapping my sweet spot just right every goddamn time he re-entered. His rock-solid dick was thick, stretching my walls to the max. The smooth, warm, inner friction felt like his penis was giving my juicy kitty cat a thorough massage. I started singing Hayden’s name like a smooth ballad and wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him further in. He fell in so deep that his balls began to rustle my pubic hairs.

  With my feet off the floor and my back pressed against the slippery wall tiles, I started rotating my hips around and around, throwing all of this pussy back at him. I clenched that monster dick with my coochie muscles and released him a few times and watched his shimmering orbs disappear to the back of his head. He let out one of those loud, drawn-out Tarzan roars that told me I was putting it on him right.

  “Shit! Damn it, Natalie! W
hat the fuck are you doing to me? Ich liebe dich. Ich...Ich...Ich liebe dich,” Hayden mumbled in a strained voice before he pulled my bottom lip into his mouth and sucked it. Then he continued pounding my pussy hard like he had beef with it.

  I didn’t see nothing wrong with giving a girl a little pain along with her pleasure because there was a thin line between the feelings. And Hayden knew how to balance the two perfectly to take my body to the stars. I didn’t know if he had a nice singing voice or not, but my soprano tone crooning his name mixed with his bass grunts and German rambling made one hell of a duet. We weren’t in the studio, but we damn sure were making some beautiful music together. The sound of love had filled the air all around us, and I felt it tugging on my heartstrings.

  I love him!

  The realization blew my mind and tossed me into the orgasm of the century. It was powerful and electrifying from the inside of my body and out and it caused my pussy to drip like a never-ending faucet. I felt like I was floating high above the earth, mingling with the clouds. My heart fluttered and my skin tingled. Love had struck me like an arrow in my heart, but it wasn’t painful at all. It was an unusual vibe, one I couldn’t describe. I felt free and born again. Now, I finally knew what the queen of soul had meant after all these years. Hayden had a girl feeling like a natural woman. And the wonderful sensation only intensified when a stream of warm semen gushed inside of me and he whispered softly in my ear in German.

  “Ich liebe dich.Ich liebe dich.”