The Christmas Surprise _A Billionaire Single Daddy Romance

by R. R. Banks

  Right here, right now, it was just the two of us. We existed together in the private world of his home, away from everything else, and I could pretend that there was nothing else in the world, that we were even more isolated than we had been in the Enchanted Woods.

  My fingers worked their way down his shirt and then pushed it out of the way, revealing his sexy, chiseled body. He stood still as I ran my hands down his chest and belly to bring them to his belt so I could release the buckle, then the button of his pants. Noah drew in a breath as I lowered his zipper, my fingers brushing against the firm swell that was becoming more obvious with each passing second. It was making my mouth water and all I could think was that I couldn’t wait to suck that cock into my throat. Noah's pants dropped to the floor and he stepped out of them. My eyes locked hungrily on the distended fabric of his trunks and I licked my lips as I forced myself to look up at his face again.

  Noah suddenly captured my mouth in a possessive, insistent kiss. I offered myself over to it, wrapping my arms around his neck to enjoy the warmth of his skin pressing against mine and the pressure of his erection on my belly. After a few moments, he swept me up into his arms and started back toward the bed. I felt small and protected in his grip, but feminine and sensual as I let him lower me onto the mattress. As he straightened to stand by the side of the bed, Noah's hand came to the side of my face and his fingertips traced along the curve of my jaw. He ran his touch down my neck and then along my chest, applying light pressure as his hand teased between my breasts and onto my stomach. I arched my back toward the touch and let my eyes close.

  The touch of his hand gave way to the heat of his mouth and Noah followed the same tingling trail with his lips. He occasionally let his tongue slip between his lips to glide along my skin and I ached to feel that tongue between my thighs. He lifted his head and blew a stream of cool air along the damp skin, making me tremble. Dipping his head again, Noah kissed his way to the waistband of my panties. He was nearly there and I could feel my thighs shaking with anticipation, but before he went any further, he lifted his head again. I felt his breath grazing across the heavy swells of my breasts and teasing the sensitive tips of my hardened nipples.

  I opened my eyes and saw his eyes running along my body, taking me in with admiration. There was an expression in his eyes that bordered between pleasure at revisiting my body after leaving it so completely satisfied during our date, and a flicker of something new, as if he, too, could sense that something powerful had changed. He ran his mouth along both breasts, his mouth open slightly so that he nuzzled them instead of trailing individual kisses. When it seemed that he had offered enough reverence, then brought his fingers to the front clasp. The cups popped open, allowing my full breasts to spill out toward him and I moved my arms to get out of it.

  The moment that the lace touched the floor, Noah's mouth was on my breast. I gasped as he pulled my nipple in to swirl his tongue around it. His hand slid along the curve of my waist and onto my other breast, kneading into it as he continued to suckle at my nipple. His teeth sank lightly into my flesh and then he moved his mouth to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention.

  I was writhing against the bed by the time that he was finished, brought to a level of arousal that I would never have thought possible just with those simple movements. He had gotten nowhere near touching my core, yet I felt only seconds away from climax. I craved the feeling of him plunging inside me, but Noah was far from finished. Instead, he kissed along the center of my belly back to the waistband of my panties where he dipped the tip of his tongue beneath the elastic and ran it from one hipbone to the other. He was getting closer, driving me further and further to the bounds of my control, but not far enough to release the ache that he had built between my legs.

  I felt Noah's hand run along my thigh and then to my hip. He climbed onto the bed with me so that he stood on his knees and looked down at me, groaning as he traced my garter belt with his fingers. He leaned down and ran his tongue beneath the garter on one inner thigh and then pressed my legs apart so he could climb between them and repeat the lick on my other leg. His hands worked at the clasps on my outer thighs and then inner thighs, releasing the garter belt completely from my black thigh-highs. These were another of the tangible reminders of the changes that had come over me during my time at the retreat. Like the lacy lingerie, knowing that I was wearing the garter and thigh-highs, even if I didn’t think that anyone else would see them, made me feel sexy and confident, powerful enough to take on any challenge that I might face. Right then, they heightened my arousal, especially when I saw the way that Noah looked at them.

  His fingers gripped the top of one thigh-high and Noah rolled it down my leg carefully, following the progress of it with his mouth. He continued until the kisses reached the arch of my foot and he tossed the delicate silk away. He repeated the process on my other leg and then slowly released the hook-and-eye closures along the front of my garter belt so that he could peel it away from my body. Every step slowed him, but made each touch more delicious, each breath more laden with anticipation and need. Finally, the tight belt was gone and I was in nothing but my barely-there panties.

  Noah cupped his mouth over the front of my panties and I moaned at the heat of his breath and pressure of his tongue as it nudged and teased me through the fabric. He sucked at me through my satin and lace and ran his hands up my outer thighs until he gripped the delicate fabric so that he could whisk it away from my body. I was fully bare stretched out in front of him, my body primed for whatever he wanted from it, and Noah gazed down at me with hunger and admiration in his eyes.

  In one fast movement, his hands came to the backs of my thighs and he pressed my legs back and apart so that I was completely open to him. His breath ran along my wet, ready core and my back arched, my toes pointing so that they touched his shoulders. Noah didn't move away, but instead brought his mouth closer, touching a gentle kiss to the taut peak that he had coaxed forward with the gradual, patient attention to the rest of my body. He knew exactly what he was doing. He had been there from the moment of my awakening, the earliest moments of my discovery of my body, and he knew me in a way that no one else ever could. I whimpered and opened my legs further, trying to encourage him further. The tip of his tongue flicked through my folds and I gasped. The sound fueled him forward and Noah lowered his mouth to open it over my center and draw his tongue deeper through me.

  Noah focused the tip of his tongue on the dripping, sensitive pearl of my clit, swirling it masterfully so he brought me just to the edge of my control and then eased me back, allowing my body to rest slightly so that he could just continue on and build me up again. Just before I completely lost myself, Noah lowered down to press his tongue deep inside me. I reached down and buried my fingers in his thick hair, at once holding his head closer to me to intensify the feeling and pulling back on it trying to relieve the incredible pleasure that I knew I wouldn’t be able to withstand for long.

  Noah flattened his hand on my belly, pressing down to hold me in place. I rested my hand on top of his, intertwining our fingers to find more connection and strength. His thumb moved down, brushing across my clit in the same rhythm of the movements of his tongue deep inside me. In seconds, the pressure that had been building through my hips, thighs, and belly spiraled up to an intense peak and then shattered into a cascade of frantic spasms. He moved his mouth away and plunged his fingers deep within me, pressing them as far as he could as I came around them.

  Finally, my body calmed and my screams quieted, but I wasn't yet fully satisfied. I needed his hard, thick cock inside me. Fortunately, Noah didn’t seem interested in hesitating for even a moment. I watched as he climbed off of the end of the bed and stood. His eyes continued to travel along my flushed body as he tucked his thumbs into the waistband of his trunks and pushed them down. His thick, delicious-looking erection sprung out and I reached for it hungrily.

  Noah

  Still tasting Snow on my lips an
d feeling the ridges of her walls on my tongue, I climbed back onto the bed and crawled over her so that she could wrap her hand around my cock. I moaned at the touch and pressed my hips forward to further it. She wrapped her entire hand around me and started to stroke my shaft, giving tiny twists with each glide that made me so hard it almost hurt. Her palm rose up over the head and I felt her soft skin gather the drops of fluid that formed at the slit to make her long strokes faster and smoother.

  The pressure of her hand changed to create a slight pull and she reached up with her other hand to press against one side of my ass and guide my hips forward. I allowed her to position me until my hands were above her head and my pelvis was hovering over her chest. Snow brought the tip of my cock to her lips, tracing their luscious softness slowly. It was delicious torture and a deep moan wrenched from my chest as I bit down on my lip to try to control myself. Finally, she opened her mouth and took me in fully across her tongue. Her hand gripped my ass harder to stabilize me and I reciprocated by lifting one of my hands off of the mattress and tucking it beneath her head to hold it up more comfortably.

  Snow’s mouth glided along my cock skillfully, sucking with just enough pressure and strength to drive me toward the brink of oblivion without allowing me to tip over. I began to move my hips, thrusting into her mouth. She accepted the movements, relaxing her mouth so that I could slide deeper, dipping into her throat as her tongue massaged the underside of my cock. The sensation was incredible, and finally I couldn't take it any longer. I withdrew from her mouth and lowered her head back to the bed.

  I moved backwards to position over her and leaned down so that my chest brushed against the hardened tips of her nipples. She licked her lips and I touched them with mine, taking the moment to calm down slightly so that I could allow my excitement to slow and my body to cool so that I knew I wasn't going to come within seconds. When I felt like I had a grasp on my control again, I reached down to touch her thigh. I met her eyes and she stared back, the expression in her eyes open and unwavering. We didn’t need words and I knew that things had shifted, taking away the need for anything else. I eased her thigh up slightly and tilted my hips forward to touch her hot, wet opening with the tip of my erection. Snow was still dripping from the orgasm that I had felt around my fingers and tongue, and that had nearly sent me over the edge. I couldn't wait to feel her surrounding me. It wasn’t the first time that I would be inside of her, but this was different. I wanted to feel the hot wetness of her walls against my skin and let her feel my skin stroking her.

  Snow drew her leg up further and I knew that she wanted the same thing. The movement opened her further, allowing me to sink slightly into her. I drew in a breath at the feeling of her slick body embracing me and pushed forward, plunging fully into her as I kissed her passionately. She was incredibly hot and tight, making me feel fully enveloped by her, and I felt her link her leg over my hip to intensify the grip.

  We remained in that position, still for several seconds as we got accustomed to the feeling of our bodies melding with nothing between us. Our breath synchronized and the patterned flow of it was the only sound that I could hear in the room around us. I allowed my body to lower slightly so that my chest rested against hers. I could feel the beat of her heart against my ribcage and I took my mouth from hers to touch a kiss over her heart. I felt her body relax and I started to move. My hips rolled against hers allowing me to sink deeper and deeper into her. Snow whimpered and writhed as I stroked deep inside of her, and I watched her eyes close as she seemed to lose herself in the luxurious, indulgent feeling of our bodies worshipping one another.

  Snow's hands touched my back and glided along my skin. She pressed into my muscles with the tips of her fingers, drawing me down onto her so that my weight pressed her into the bed. Having her completely open and enjoying my body with abandon beneath me made me feel strong and powerful in a way that I had never known. Just as I had imagined that it would be, this was an experience unlike any that I had ever had. Rather than just me having fun with the willing body that was handed over to me, I was connected to Snow, linked to her as we experienced this together, and I craved giving her pleasure and showing her the love that I felt for her just as much as I craved my own satisfaction.

  In that moment, I stopped thinking about what I was feeling and experiencing, and instead just gave myself over to it. I closed my eyes and focused in on the nearly overwhelming sensation of being inside of her. Snow lifted her head and kissed my shoulder, grazing at my skin with her teeth, then brought her mouth to my ear. She traced it with the tip of her tongue.

  "Let go," she whispered.

  The words shot me to a new level of arousal and my pace became faster and more intense. She whimpered and moaned beneath me and she drew both of her knees up so that the tips of her toes were the only thing touching the mattress. The position gave me complete access to her and I thrust within her harder, pounding so deep I could feel that I couldn’t go any further. I could hear the sounds pouring from within her growing louder and deeper. I opened my eyes and looked down at her, finding her staring up at me with a look that was an erotic balance between vulnerability and wild abandon. Our eyes met and I couldn't control myself any longer.

  I roared as I rushed headlong into climax and felt it crash over me with blinding intensity. As soon as I gave my first hard throb within her, Snow let out a cry and I felt her body clench down around me as she tumbled into another orgasm. The contractions of her body around me met each of my pulses, drawing me in deeper as I spilled into her. I stayed in place, held as deep within her as I could push myself, until our bodies had quieted and deep relaxation began to settle through my muscles.

  Finally, I withdrew from her and slid over onto my side. She curled into my body, settling in against me as if crafted specifically to fit into that spot. I kissed the top of her head and her hand came up to rest on my chest. There was so much that I wanted to say, but before I could, the relaxation took over and I slipped away into sleep.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  THE APPLE

  In this edition of our newsletter we are thrilled to acknowledge the upcoming wedding of our very own president to Miss Snow Whitman. After one year of courtship and a six-month engagement, the pair will finally exchange vows this weekend. After their honeymoon, they will return to lead the company together as we move forward with plans to acquire several other agencies in our continued efforts to build an advertising empire.

  Reception to follow the ceremony. Guests are invited to join the couple for a celebration Friday night at The Diamond Mine.

  I scanned the rest of the blurb, smiling at the playfulness that had returned to the newsletter now that Walter had come on as our official writer and co-advisor to Mr. Glass. Everyone knew that he didn’t in any way need the money that came from the position. It was more honorary, allowing him to remain a part of the company that he had built through his love, dedication, and sheer determination in times when things weren’t going as well as he wanted them to. Giving up the company had been incredibly difficult for him, even when he thought that he was doing it for a young, passionate new wife who was going to make it worth it with a life of adoration and excitement. Once Lucille was completely out of the picture, which was fairly easy, fortunately, thanks to the sheer amount of money that he had and the abundance of character witnesses willing to paint truly unflattering pictures of her and her behavior during their marriage, Walter had seemed a bit lost. He frequently showed up at the office just to roam the halls and check in on everyone. There was never the sense that he was trying to interfere, or even that he regretted his decision to retire and live a more leisurely lifestyle. Instead, it seemed that he was just lonely, missing the companionship and energy of the office where he had spent virtually every day of his life for decades.

  It had been a few months after everything exploded that Noah and I agreed we should ask if Walter wanted to help us out by rejoining the company. He was delighted, more, even, than
I thought that he was going to be, and soon the office felt like home again.

  Speaking of home, I looked around the living room of the house I was now sharing with Noah and tried to figure out what I could do to make it feel more like home. It was several times larger than the little house that I had purchased for myself, which left me with many more cavernous rooms to fill with details and décor that would hopefully transform the space into something that reflected us. I hadn’t sold my house. I didn’t know if I was ever going to. Not that I wanted to hang onto it so that I had a place to run away to, but more so that I could occasionally go visit it and remind myself that I was more than just the girlfriend of a wealthy executive, that I had worked hard and achieved success on my own.

  The soon-to-be wife of a wealthy executive.

  An executive’s wife.

  Whoa.

  My wedding gown was hanging in the closet of an empty bedroom upstairs, my veil beside it and my shoes on the floor beneath. Another room was filled with other gowns, shoes, and accessories, waiting for my bridesmaids to arrive later that morning to get ready for the wedding. Noah had gone to spend the last few days at his parent’s house so that we could preserve some of the excitement of the first time we would see each other at the ceremony, and I was already feeling lonely for him. It was strange to miss him so much even though I had seen him at the beginning of the week, but it was also thrilling. I couldn’t wait to see him. I couldn’t wait to say those vows and link us together.

  The doorbell rang and an instant later Robin swept into the room carrying a bottle of champagne in one hand and a pair of flutes in the other. He poured me a glass, settled onto the couch beside me, and poured himself a glass. We sat together, sipping the bubbly drink in silence with our heads leaned in to rest on each other. We didn’t need to say anything. It felt like it had all been said, and anything else that might need to be said was expressed just through the touch of our heads and the sound of each sip. It was enough. I just needed him there with me. His presence was calming, taking the edge off the nervousness that I was feeling thinking about the ceremony ahead. He had been there with me always, seen me through everything. It was because of him, even though there was a time that I resented him for it, that I had found Noah when I did. Even if I had stayed around the office long enough to be there for the buyout and met Noah anyway, I doubt that I would have had the confidence to even consider approaching him, especially considering he would be my boss.