His Christmas Curves

by Beatrice Brae

  He takes advantage of the close proximity and moves his mouth to my neck and his hands to my ass. My pussy is on fire, I don’t think I have ever been this aroused in my life. Finally, my legs give in and David picks me up and takes me upstairs.

  We pass my room and go to his bedroom. He opens the door, turns the light on and forces me on the bed with my legs spread open. He kisses my belly then moves his attention to my pussy. He runs his tongue up my wet pussy and I moan. He does it again and again until I go rigid and the world around me explodes. He kisses me softly until I calm down, then fiercely turns me on my belly.

  He gets up and I hear him taking his belt off, then the rest of his clothes. I’m a little disappointed because I wanted to be the one to undress him, but this is his show.

  “What did I told you that I’m going to do to you Princess?” he asks.

  Oh, God he wants me to ask for it.

  “I didn’t hear you, Princess, so get up and come here.”

  I obey him and get up from the bed.

  “Kneel, Princess, and suck this cock like it’s the best ice cream you ever had.”

  I lick my lips and stare at his penis. I’m a little scared because I never had a lover with a penis this size but I do as he asks and take him deep into my mouth. I like the taste of him, his length, and I’m rewarded with his low guttural sounds. I like that he is so aroused by what I’m doing. I feel powerful and beautiful, sexy in a way I have never felt before.

  “Oh, Yeah Princess, that’s it. You’re doing great. Now tell me.”

  “I, you told me . . . .”

  “Easy, baby,” he says, sensing my agitation. “Nothing you don’t want is going to happen.” He touches my cheek with the back of his right hand.

  “You told me that you are going to spank me and fuck me from behind?”

  “And do you want me to do that?” he asks.

  “You bastard,” I say and his body shakes with laughter. “Yes, I want you to!”

  “And why is that Princess?” he presses further.

  “Because I trust you and I want to experiment new things! And I want another of those orgasms,” I concede.

  “Get up, baby, and get to bed on all fours, please.”

  I close my eyes while he rubs my clit with his fingers and I moan his name. “David, please,” I beg him. “I’m so close, please.”

  He stops and I moan, disappointed. The first blow surprises me because it doesn’t hurt. It spreads, intensifying my arousal. I gasp and moan when the fifth blow hits and I have another orgasm.

  I understand why people like this so much when the tenth blow hits and I’m so out of my mind with desire my juices are running down my legs. I hear a condom wrapper and I’m happy that I will finally have my release.

  David enters me in one sweet move, then slowly pulls out. David begins to pound me harder, his thrusts so powerful I let myself go and buck beneath him and have my third orgasm. His body tenses up and he lets out a chocked cry as he comes inside me. He collapses beside me on the bed, his breath coming in shuddering gasps.

  He takes me into his arms and the world fades to black.

  Chapter 8

  David

  I can't sleep with this incredible woman next to me. I need to fuck her again. I already had her the second time, but it's five o’clock in the morning. Surely, she had enough sleep. I feel like a dick for wanting to wake her up.

  “Princess, are you sleeping?” I ask her.

  “Yes, I'm sleeping. What do you want?”

  She's so adorably naïve. I lean and kiss her hair.

  “Again?” she groans. “How is that possible? You should have told me you are a sex freak before I agreed to sleep with you.”

  I laugh. “You're right. I'm sorry, you can go back to sleep now.”

  “I'm up now, so you better come over here and fuck me again.”

  So I do. I give her another orgasm, then I let her sleep and go downstairs to cook some breakfast. I like to cook even though I don’t do it very often. She loved the pancakes we had yesterday afternoon. I go into my study and retrieve the necklace from my safe, glad I bought it because it's the perfect gift for her. I will be forever grateful to that asshole boss of hers that he sent her my way, but he needs to be fired.

  I pick up my phone and call my brother. “Hey, little brother, how are you?” I ask him.

  “I think I'm in love,” he says. “I've met the craziest woman here in Paris.”

  I roll my eyes. Aidan is a hopeless serial monogamist with a long list of former girlfriends. “You love all your women, Aidan.”

  “Not true. I always said that I'm spending time with them until I find my future wife. And I did meet her. You’ll like her, David.”

  Now I'm starting to worry about him. “Just don't do anything stupid, Aidan, okay?”

  “Oh, don't be such a party-pooper, big brother. Why did you call me?”

  “Aidan, you have a problem with your advertising agency. Stephen Collins sent one of your employees to my house, placing her in grave danger. I specifically told him not to send anyone because of the weather, and he sent his assistant. Her name is Julia Dunn. She ended up in the woods near my house. She walked one house to my house and arrived half-frozen.”

  “I see,” he says. Gone is the playful tone he had but one minute ago. “I’ll investigate and take the necessary measures, don't worry about it. I had my doubts about that weasel since I first laid my eyes on him, but he's George's brother-in-law, so I let it go. What was so urgent that he sent his assistant?”

  “He didn't do his job properly, that marketing campaign is shit. If he does this to other clients, you have a big problem on your hands once the word gets out. And he's terribly abusive towards Julia. I heard him speak on the phone with her.”

  “I understand. Consider him gone. Julia, you say?” my brother teases me.

  “Yes, Julia, and if everything goes well, she will be your sister-in-law someday.”

  “You're joking. Well, I'm happy for you, big brother, but I have to go.”

  We say our goodbyes, and I disconnect the call. Time to get back to Julia.

  Chapter 9

  Julia

  David brings me breakfast in bed; pancakes, bacon, and eggs.

  “Since you have been so good last night, Santa brought you a present,” he says and hands me a box.

  I open it and I’m relieved to see the necklace. It’s beautiful without being an overly expensive gift I would have to refuse.

  “It’s wonderful, David, can you help me put it on?”

  “Of course. I want to fuck you again, Julia. This time only wearing this necklace.” He inhales sharply. “I’m sorry, I can’t get enough of you.”

  I look him in the eyes and kiss him. “It’s okay, David, I can’t get enough of you either.”

  After breakfast, we make love again, and afterward, I feel guilty that I haven't worked at all since I arrived here. I acted like I was on vacation and slept with a client. This time Stephen will fire me for sure. I tense, and David stops caressing my breasts.

  “What happened? Why did you all get tense?” He gets up and covers my breasts with the sheet. “Tell me what's going on in your head. Do you have any doubts about what happened between us?”

  I caress his cheek with my hands and kiss him. “No, David, I will never regret the time I spent with you. All is well. I have never felt so good with a man. And I've never had an orgasm before. You are an excellent and attentive lover.”

  David looks at me, shocked. “You haven't had an orgasm before? How is that possible? No, don't answer me. That's a stupid question. Forgive me.”

  I shrug. “I've never had an orgasm with a man before. I've only had two relationships until now. One lasted a year, and the other one three weeks.”

  “I understand. I'm glad you like it when we make love,” he says quietly. “So, then, what's the problem?”

  I rub my forehead. “Well, I came here to work on your advertising campaign. Not
only did I not work at all, but I also slept with you, technically speaking, a client. Stephen said you’re very unhappy with the campaign and that’s why he sent me here. He said that you asked him to send someone here to work with you.”

  “He told you what?” David gets angry and jumps out of bed. He takes his pants from the floor and puts them on. I'm momentarily dumbstruck by his incredibly well-worked body, with every vein and muscle visible.

  “Do you go to the gym every day?” I ask. It's a silly question, and I feel stupid.

  David frowns and runs his hand through his hair. “Yes, it relieves stress,” he says absently. “Your boss lied to you, Julia. I didn't ask him to send you here. In fact, I specifically told him not to send anyone when he offered. I told him that there was a storm coming. That's why I was so shocked when you showed up half-frozen at my door. Stephen should be fired and arrested for putting you in danger.”

  I’m shocked by what David is revealing to me. “I could have died.”

  “Yes, you could have,” he says.

  “I hated you,” I tell him. “I blamed you and Stephen because I couldn't go home to see my parents for Christmas.”

  “Oh my God, I'm so sorry. When was the last time you saw your parents?” David asks.

  “Last Christmas. We talk on the phone a lot. You know, there are a lot of people who don't get along with their parents, but not me. I love them.”

  “I'm glad to hear it because I'm also close to my parents.”

  “Then why aren't you with them?” I ask.

  “My mother always insists on doing everything herself when we have staff that can help. Her health is not what it used to be and my brother and I sent our parents on a cruise. They will be back in January. Blake went to Europe alone or with his latest girlfriend. I don't really know. Marissa is in Australia, so here I was, all alone for Christmas until you came and rescued me.”

  His phone rings, and he answers. I dash to the other room to get dressed in a pair of jeans and a fluffy green sweater that belongs to David's sister.

  He appears in the door frame and whistles. “You look terrific, baby.”

  I laugh, realizing I haven't been this happy in a very long time. I dedicated all my time to my job, and it's making me miserable. I need to change my life and quit this job. I can't work for Stephen any longer.

  “James has managed to save your car. It's on the driveway. Do you want to go see it?”

  I jump up and down with joy and give him a kiss. “It's wonderful, I can't wait to get my things back.” I grab his hand and drag him down the stairs.

  My happiness is short-lived when I see the state of my car.

  “I'm sorry about the car,” James says. “This is the best I could do.”

  “Thank you, James! So much.”

  “It was my pleasure, ma'am.”

  I open the back door and take my turquoise suitcase out.

  David clears his voice behind me. “Julia, why do you have so much stuff in your car? Are you moving?”

  Surprised by his question, I turn around and place my suitcase on the front steps.

  “Not exactlyThis is pretty much all the stuff I own. I've been homeless for the past two weeks.”

  I see the shock on his face. He takes me into his arms and hugs me tightly. “My God, Princess, why are you homeless? Does that bastard boss of yours does not pay you enough to afford an apartment?” He releases me and caresses my cheek. “Talk to me, baby, tell me what the problem is. I remember you talking to a real estate agent that day in the elevator. “

  “Yeah, don't worry. I can afford rent on a small apartment, even though I don't make a lot of money. It's just that my apartment got sold and the new owner didn't want to rent. And you can't rent an apartment if you are always at work and you cancel all your appointments with the real estate agent. I lived in a hotel for the last weeks, but it's costly. It's no big deal.”

  He hugs me again and kisses my hair. “I'm so sorry you had it so rough. Your boss sounds like he's abusing his power. I talked with Blake about it. He’s going to fix this mess.”

  “Blake?” I ask, confused. “Who is he?”

  “Blake is my brother, and he's your boss' boss. I told him what Stephen did to you. He's going to take care of it.”

  “I know that George is our CEO, are you sure your brother works for the company?”

  David laughs. “No, silly, he doesn't work there. He owns the company, it's a pet project for him.”

  “Oh, now I feel stupid,” I say.

  He leans in and kisses me gently on the lips, then takes my suitcase and goes inside. “Let's get going, Princess. I'm going to make you a hot chocolate, and then I need a half hour for myself. I need to make some phone calls.”

  “Please go ahead and make your calls and I will make the hot chocolate.”

  Chapter 10

  David

  The helicopter lands when we are finishing our lunch, and Julia frowns, surprised by the noise. “What's the matter?” she asks.

  I smile, giddy with anticipation. “I have a surprise for you.”

  “A surprise?” she asks.

  I get up from the table, take her by the hand, and pull her to the window. “Look there. It's a heliport. I asked my employees to clean the snow so the helicopter can land. Because of the storm, the streets are still blocked, but we can leave with the helicopter.”

  “Oh, okay,” she says, disappointed. I'm surprised by her attitude.

  “Why do I feel like this makes you sad? Don't you want to go back to the city?”

  She shrugs. “You're right, it's time to leave. I have to go back to the real world.”

  I take her chin between my fingers. “My warrior princess, this is not a separation. We are not going our separate ways, and I don't want to get rid of you. I simply have a surprise. You’re going to see your parents. And when you come back to the city, I will take you on a proper date.

  She gapes at me. “Are you serious? You rented a helicopter so I can take a flight to Miami to see my parents?” She jumps into my arms and showers me with kisses. “Thank you, thank you.”

  I love to see her so happy and carefree.

  “I have to buy a plane ticket to Miami. Where is my laptop, let me think? I'm not sure I will find a ticket today; these things have to be bought months in advance. Everything is booked at Christmas,” she says, a little sad.

  “Princess, you don't need a plane ticket.”

  She gives me a doubtful look. “Please don't tell me you already bought one. I will pay you back, I swear.”

  “I didn't buy a ticket, not really. You’re going to Miami with a private plane.”

  She looks at me, shocked, then sits down on the sofa near the window. “OMG, you rented a helicopter and a plane. Are you insane? I can't possibly pay you back all that money.”

  I laugh, and her eyes throw daggers at me.

  “This is not funny,” she says. “I don't have a lot of money to rent helicopters and planes. I’ve never even been in a helicopter.”

  “Princess, don't worry. I haven't rented anything. I already own a plane and a helicopter.”

  She eyes me suspiciously. “You own them? Just how rich are you? I mean, I assumed you have money, just look at this house, but planes and helicopters? That's billionaire level of rich.”

  “Well, I don't like to talk about money, but just say I also have a yacht, so let's just say I'm comfortable?”

  She gapes at me. “Comfortable, you say?” She laughs. “You said that I’m going to Miami alone.”

  I shrug. “I don't want to presume to be invited to meet your parents, you know. We just started dating.”

  “That's what we are doing? Dating?”

  “Yes, we are dating.”

  “You should come with me to Miami. I wouldn't feel comfortable using your plane without you. You don't have to come and meet my parents if you don't want to. I’ll go and see them, and then we can come back to the city. I have to go to work the day after to
morrow anyway.”

  Epilogue

  Julia

  One Year Later

  It’s late, and I’m tired after a long day at work, but I think how much my life has changed in the last year. The company fired Stephen a year ago and I never saw him again. My new boss promoted me about six months ago and since then I have worked many evenings, but David has been very understanding. He often comes and brings me dinner to make sure I don’t starve. David is a perfect boyfriend, but I don’t know if he is husband material. Sure he told me he loved me many times and we kind of live together, but I don’t know if this is going to work long term.

  My fingers touch the necklace I received last Christmas from him. I haven’t taken it down since I received it, and I hope I will never have to take it down. I have no doubt that David is the man I love and want to marry.

  I gather my things, take my bag and my winter coat, and head for the elevator. I’m surprised to find David in front of my building, leaning on his car. I scurry to him and fling myself into his arms, inhaling his masculine scent.

  I raise my head and kiss him. “I love you,” I whisper.

  He wraps his arm around my lower back and pulls me close. “I love you, too, baby. I have a surprise for you, so let’s get you home. Please go to our bedroom and change. Our helicopter awaits us.”

  “Okay,” I say, not sure what his intentions are. We arrive home, and after a quick change of clothes and some food, we leave for the heliport.

  David takes my hand while the helicopter takes off, and I smile. “I still remember my first trip; I was so scared that we were going to crash. This year has been amazing. I have never been so happy in my entire life,” I say.

  “I’m glad you say that because our future is exactly what I want to talk about. Marry me, baby. Make me the happiest man alive.”

  “Wh . . . what?” I stare at David in stunned silence, not sure how to react to what he said.