All I Want for Christmas is You

by Brenna Lyons

  Robin nodded, her breathing hard and harsh. She closed her hands around the straps, shifting her buttocks farther up to force him deeper.

  David planted his hands just below her outstretched arms, gliding in and out slowly. There was no rush to where he wanted to take her. As he had all evening, he was drawing it out and driving her crazy.

  His stomach muscles undulated, dancing with each motion of his body. It was like watching a snake charmer, but Robin was the one entranced by watching.

  David looked between their bodies, momentarily blocking her view. Then his gaze was locked with hers, his eyes crinkled in amusement.

  “Promise me anything.” There was something sinfully decadent in his voice.

  Her voice cracking, she repeated the word anything. His smile made promises she desperately wanted him to keep.

  David moved faster, and she went back to watching him. Licking her lips, she imagined his hips sliding back and forth that way with his cock in her mouth.

  He growled a curse she only half caught, his pace increasing until he was pounding hard and fast. His sounds were fierce. Nearly feral in their intensity. His face contorted into a look of pleasure-pain.

  Or maybe the strain of holding off his climax.

  Robin wanted him to come. She needed him to. Somehow, she forced the words, urging him to.

  His roar echoed off the walls, and his heat shot into her. But his hips kept up that glorious rhythm.

  The combination sent her over into a kinetic climax, and David shouted again, his muscles tightening, his hips rocking harder, his stomach so tight she imagined it had to ache from the exertion.

  At last, he settled over her, holding himself up on one hand to avoid crushing her. She stared at him, at a loss to explain what she was feeling. For a long moment, he didn't move. Then his free hand came up, and he started loosening the straps, switching his supporting hand when he switched sides.

  Her legs were first, and Robin let them relax, circling him loosely. Then her hands. He shivered as she tangled her fingers in his sweat-soaked hair, and his cock bucked inside her. She gasped, her body exhausted but her libido in overdrive.

  As if he understood completely, he resumed the slow, gentle rocking of his half-erect cock inside her.

  She groaned. “How long can you?”

  David didn't smile. His expression was starkly serious. “Let's find out.”

  Chapter Three

  December 1, 2009

  David woke, still nestled to Robin's back. He closed his eyes and savored the sensation.

  I shouldn't. He'd promised himself not to spend the night, yet here he was, two days in and already breaking his self-imposed rules right and left. Going slow hadn't lasted ten minutes, let alone two days. What is wrong with me?

  Well, that was a stupid question. He wanted Robin to wake in his arms and fall head over heels for him. David wanted her to realize how much more they could have together, if she let them.

  More likely, she'll call me Zach when she's half asleep. That killed his morning erection.

  David conceded that leaving was better than the horror show he'd concocted, and he eased out of bed. A glance at her clock reinforced the decision. If he jogged home and hurried through his morning routine, he'd make it to work on time.

  He had his T-shirt on and his boxer briefs in hand when she moved. Robin stretched, a long slow movement that accentuated every curve. She turned, burying her face in the pillow he'd vacated. His name emerged on a moan.

  His cock hardened, and the punch-to-the-gut sensation winded him. David pulled off his T-shirt and dropped both pieces of clothing to the floor.

  Before he could argue himself out of it, he was sliding back into bed. Robin raised her head, and he captured her lips in a searing kiss. She didn't hesitate, and in moments, they were moving against each other, grinding hard.

  Robin's alarm went off, and David reached a hand out and slapped the Snooze bar.

  She pulled her mouth away. “We'll be late.”

  “I don't care.” David buried his face in her hair, drinking in their mixed scent.

  “David, if we're both late, won't it look—”

  “Someone let the air out of your tires.”

  “What?” It was low and breathless. Robin arched up against him.

  “Someone let the air out of your tires. You called me to come fill them with the compressor.” He nibbled at her ear, tracing the line from top to bottom of the lobe.

  She nodded, mumbling it back as if committing it to memory. “Want to share a shower?” she rasped.

  David groaned. “We're dropping your car at the shop this morning.”

  Her hand circled his cock, sending little bolts of delight through him. Robin started stroking him.

  “Mmmm… Why?”

  “I'm sure you need some sort of preventative maintenance. And it will give us more time.”

  She hissed out a yes as he started leaking precum down the head.

  ———

  “So…” David hedged. “I never knew Zach was so adventurous.” He'd wanted to ask about that all day. He'd wanted to ask it when he'd opened the drawer the night before, but he hadn't dared.

  Robin stared at him, her brow crinkling in that cute little expression of confusion. “Adventurous? Zach? You're kidding, right?”

  “The sex toys in the drawer?” Have had me hard half the day. Of course, visions of Robin and Zach using them had him on the verge of beating his skull against the brick pile. “I never knew—”

  He stopped short as her face went crimson. Robin stared out the window, but she didn't fix her gaze on anything, which told him she wasn't interested in anything in particular.

  His mouth went dry, and the coppery taste of fear overpowered his senses. He'd asked something wrong. He was sure of it. “Robin?”

  “You know he wasn't,” she replied. “Zach was about as vanilla as you could get. It was like pulling teeth to get him to have sex outside the bedroom, let alone anything else.”

  David waited, unwilling to press her. Either Robin wanted to talk about it or she didn't. Still, the possibility that she'd owned the toys before Zach and had used them with some other guy tortured him. If that were it, he wasn't sure he wanted to know the details. To hear Zach tell it, Robin had been a kitten in the bedroom, not a tigress.

  No. He said their sex life was vanilla. Not that she wanted it to be vanilla.

  She cleared her throat. “I wanted to experiment a little. Zach… Well, you know Zach. Any move out of his comfort zone required weeks of preplanning and…discussion.”

  That last had a bite of something acid in it. It was obvious that she hadn't been happy with his brother's clay feet. Conflicting emotions—mainly satisfaction that their relationship hadn't been perfect, relief that Robin knew it and admitted it, and guilt that he was glad about it—assaulted David.

  He nodded, forcing out the one question that couldn't be quelled. “How much experimentation did you manage?”

  Her shoulder cycled in a weak shrug. “Not much. A little bondage play.”

  The contents of the drawer paraded through his mind. The many uses they could be put to followed. “How much do you want to do?” David reminded himself that she might have bought some of the toys as a gag or lark. Having them didn't mean she wanted to use all of them.

  Her head swiveled around, and the pleading in her eyes rendered him hard as a girder. “Everything,” she whispered.

  It was a dream come true.

  ———

  Robin stared at David, waiting for his response to her bold offer. The best she could hope for was a better response than Zach had given her.

  He shifted as if discomfited, and she focused on the ridge of cock against his jeans. That was an encouraging start.

  David pulled into her driveway and shut the truck down. Silence crept around them, setting her nerves on edge.

  At last, he answered. “Did you enjoy last night?”

  Enjoy it? “I ca
n honestly say it's the best night of sex I've ever had.”

  His expression hardened into something dark and hungry. “It's nothing compared to what I'm going to do.”

  The heat and wetness between her thighs stepped up several notches.

  “I'm not Zach, Robin.”

  Her heart stuttered at that pronouncement. Of course, he wasn't Zach. Why did he feel the need to state it?

  “I won't be holding debates over what happens in the bedroom.”

  She nodded.

  “And I like experimenting.”

  Her breathing went ragged, making vocalizations problematic.

  He offered a curt nod of his head. “Inside. Into the bedroom.” Although his voice was soft, something in his eyes made it an order.

  Robin hurried to comply. At the door, she struggled to get the key in the lock, her hand shaking.

  David appeared behind her, his body crowding hers, his breath painting hot trails on her chilled cheek. His hand covered hers, and the key slid in. He guided it around, torturously slow. Just when she was starting to wonder if there was a sexual message in that, his fingers started stroking circles on the heel of her hand.

  The click of the lock radiated up the key. His hand left hers, and he turned the doorknob. The door swung open before them, but they didn't move. The sexual tension made her feel too hot, even in the gathering darkness of a winter night.

  “Inside,” he repeated.

  Her knees quaking, she did so. David shut and locked the door, and the lights switched on.

  A noise she couldn't readily identify brought her attention around. David was closing the wooden Venetian blinds over the living room windows.

  Certain he intended something hard and fast in the living room, she started peeling off her jacket. David paused on his way to the kitchen and raked a gaze up and down her body. She started undoing the buttons on her blouse, teasing him.

  “In the bedroom. Undress for me.” He took four long steps across the kitchen and groped for the blind pull.

  Robin headed to the bedroom, at a loss to explain him closing the blinds in living room and kitchen if he intended the night's action for the bedroom.

  She was stripped to the waist when he breezed though the bedroom doorway. David didn't hesitate. His clothes started dropping to the floor with dizzying speed. Robin slid her jeans and panties down, her gaze rapt on his deep-cut chest and narrow hips.

  How many months had she stared into his deep brown eyes and at his shaggy hair? At the way his shoulders moved against his T-shirts at work? Now that she could see him naked, all she could look at were the parts of him she hadn't been able to see unless he was in bathing suit.

  Had she been staring at him like this at family Fourth of July parties? Surely not. Someone in his family would have noticed that.

  She kicked her jeans and panties away and pulled off her thick winter socks. It was amazing that he could find her sexy in these layers of fleece and wool. One glance at him reminded her that she found him sexy in whatever he wore.

  The last of his clothing removed, David stepped toward her. His fingers combed through her windblown hair, and his mouth closed on hers. He guided her to the bed, his hands stroking up and down her body. One hand left her, and the drawer slid open.

  David leaned away, leaving her gasping for breath and trying desperately to figure out how he did this to her with a simple kiss.

  Simple? Okay, with David, nothing was simple. Nothing was vanilla. Nothing was boring.

  He was back, urging her legs wider with the knee he slid between them. One hand stroked at her seam, sending swirls of sweet reminders of his tongue and lips through her body. Wet heat trickled down her thighs, most likely coating his fingers again.

  “Perfect,” he breathed. “It's going to be so easy.”

  “What is?” Nothing he was saying made sense.

  He spread her open, and Robin grasped at his shoulders. Something oval and soft slipped between. She would have thought it was a jelly vibrator, but it was too small, and it went all the way inside.

  Robin searched her memories of the toy-buying binges, but her muddled mind drew a blank on something fitting this description. It had been more than two years and way too many impulse buys to pinpoint what he'd chosen.

  “Have you had sex in the kitchen?” he inquired.

  “No. Just the bedroom and bathroom.”

  One brow went up at that. “With Zach?”

  Her cheeks flamed in the realization that she'd done more with David in a few days than she'd done with Zach in more than a year. “Yes. With Zach.” She kept her tone neutral.

  He made a tsking sound at her. Before she could react to it, he was speaking again. “Zach forgot the number one rule of moving into a new home.”

  The toy inside her started buzzing lightly, making breathing in a steady stream problematic. “And that is?”

  “An old construction and realty superstition.” One of his hands closed on her hip. “You have to make love in every room of the house for good luck.”

  Her mouth went dry. “Good luck?” She and Zach hadn't had much of that.

  Make love. He called it making love. David probably meant her and Zach, not—

  “Do you have any TV dinners?”

  “What?” His jumps from topic to topic were making her dizzy. Or maybe it was the toy inside her. Was the movement getting stronger? Or was it her imagination?

  “TV dinners?”

  “In the kitchen, of course.” Where else would they be?

  “Just where I want you.”

  “I don't care where,” she admitted. “I just want you.”

  A cocky smile pulled up one side of his mouth. “We'll see.”

  “See?”

  He didn't answer. David guided her to the kitchen and lifted her onto the edge of the breakfast bar. He paused, licked his lips, and dove in for a taste of a nipple.

  Robin wrapped her hands in his hair and held him to her. His taste turned into a near-brutal suckling that said his plans for the evening were going to be better than she could imagine.

  David drew away with a teasing kiss, and she tried to tug him back.

  “Have to put dinner in the oven, or we'll starve,” he chided her.

  “The only thing I'm hungry for isn't coming from an oven.”

  He unwound her hands, a self-satisfied expression on his face. “Give me a show while I get dinner in the oven.”

  She stared at him, not quite certain she knew what he meant. David guided her to her back on the breakfast bar and brought her hand to her clit. She circled slowly, and David smiled.

  There was something darkly arousing about lying out naked and touching herself for him. She changed her pattern, stroking herself harder. The toy inside was definitely getting more intense.

  “That's how you like it. I'll have to remember that.”

  She traced her lips with her tongue.

  “Ask nicely, and that's on the menu tonight.”

  “Cook,” she ordered.

  “Yes, ma'am.” There was amusement in his tone, but he meandered to the stove and set the temperature. He watched for a moment, before he went to the freezer and pulled it open. “Which flavor do you want?”

  “I don't care. I like them all.” In truth, she couldn't remember which types she had, but since she bought them, she liked them.

  He returned to the stove, stripped off the boxes, and turned to watch.

  “David!” Her body was screaming for more…for him. Now!

  “The oven has to preheat,” he offered innocently.

  Too innocently. She considered some form of torture for him.

  David retrieved a knife from the drawer and cut away whatever plastic covers the directions called for. He opened the oven and slipped the trays in. When the door was closed, he set the timer and turned.

  His eyes narrowed, and his cock bobbed. “Oh, yeah. That's what I wanted to see.” He picked up something from the countertop, and the toy kicked up
several more notches.

  Remote! Robin tried to remember if she'd purchased a remote control vibrator. If it was in the drawer, I must have.

  He turned it up again, what must be its high setting or close to it. His hand circled his cock and teased her with the fact that he was leaking precum from the slit in the head.

  “Come here.” Her voice was low and sexy. Had she ever sounded quite like that before?

  “What do you want?”

  “Good luck.”

  ———

  David nearly laughed at the witticism. “Tell me what you want, Robin…specifically.”

  “Your cock.”

  It sent shivers down his spine. “Where?”

  “In my mouth.”

  He had to squeeze down on the base of his cock to keep from shooting right there. “We'll need more room for this.”

  Her fingers were twirling on her clit, her legs open wide for him. Her deep blue eyes were half-mast in pleasure.

  “Anywhere. I don't care,” she breathed.

  David considered his options. The table would work well enough. It was a hardwood monstrosity that Zach picked up, so it would support their weight and any energetic movement they engaged in.

  He crossed the room and scooped her up. She started to raise her hand to circle his neck, and he captured her fingers in his mouth and took a taste.

  It wasn't enough. David settled her on the table, jumped up, and lay down opposite her orientation for some sixty-nine.

  Robin didn't waste time. She turned halfway over him and sucked his cock down. David lay beneath her, stunned, his body rioting.

  Her flavor in his mouth spurred him to motion, and he pulled her over him, positioning her knees to either side of his head. At the first hard suck at her nether lips, she released his cock and shouted out, her fingernails biting into his thighs.

  He did it again, and she went back to his cock, taking him deep. It was David's turn to momentarily release her. He ground his teeth and considered banging his head on the table to right his senses.

  Her head bobbed up and down, and she provided stinging suction. David went back to work on her, determined to make her come before he did.