the crystal embroidered lace, and trying to forget that her less than voluptuous body was on display for this Greek god of a man, Noel did as he asked. In a comical little move, she put a hand on her hip, thrust one leg forward, and gave him an exaggerated come-hither look.
He laughed and stroked the little ruffle on her bottom. “I expected a thong, but this is so much better—so Noel.”
“
Joyeux Noel
?”
“
Très Joyeux
.”
He gave her a little, evil smile.
“There’s not much chance you’d let me take your picture with my phone, is there?”
“No!” She burst out laughing.
He shrugged. “I thought not. I had to ask.” He drew her to him, very, very close this time. “Then you’ll have to show this to me in person, long and often. Can you do that for me, sweet Noel?”
“I can.” But she knew it would never happen. Magic like this only happened in a snow globe, and snow globes didn’t last forever. Already missing him, she pressed against his body even closer and tightened her arms around him.
Nickolai trembled, moaned, and something changed, the lightness turning to intensity. He stood, reached into his pocket, and threw a foil packet on the nightstand. Then he removed his jeans and stood there, a solid column of glory and power.
She sighed at the beauty of him and held out her arms. In one liquid moment, he scooped her up, threw back the covers, and landed on the mattress with her on top. “These have been a delight, but they have served their purpose.” And he peeled off her underclothes, licking, sucking, and caressing as he went. “Now, we will be naked together.”
And they were. Nickolai might play a fast-moving sport on ice, but in bed, he was slow, thorough, and very, very proficient. For what must have been close to an hour, they moved together, discovering each other’s bodies—and Noel learned quite a bit about her own. Without reserve, he rolled his throbbing penis against every part of her body, all the while thrilling her with his hands and mouth, whispering how much he wanted her. In turn, she grew bolder with her hands and mouth, and he showed her how to please him. She was rewarded as he moaned and praised her skill, sometimes lapsing into breathless Russian with a bit of French thrown in. She didn’t have to understand the words to know what he meant.
Noel might have reached her peak at a dozen or more times, but he always sensed it, pulled back, and brought her down again—only to take her back. She was desperate with need and shocked to learn that such need existed.
“Please,” she whispered against his ear as he suckled her rock-hard nipples, and she stroked his engorged penis. “I can’t stand any more.”
“You ache?” His fingers danced between her legs, and she shuddered. “I ache, too. It’s sweet pain, but yes. Is time.”
He reached for the packet on the nightstand and turned her on her back. “One last taste.” He brought his mouth to her most private place—again. This time, she thought she would come, but he pulled back just in time.
Then he slowly entered her, and she felt complete.
“Tight. Hot. Good.” And he began to move, sometimes almost withdrawing completely, sometimes driving farther in and urging her to move harder and faster.
Every stroke was a surprise and a journey of perfect pleasure.
Finally, he looked into her eyes and partially withdrew. “Lift yourself to me, Noel!” he commanded.
And when she did, they both peaked and collapsed, calling each other’s names.
They lay together for a minute before Nickolai scattered her jaw with kisses, muttering something that might have been English, Russian, French, or some kind of devil’s cant.
Then he withdrew and smiled, looking for all the world like a little boy hoping for a cookie. “Was good?”
“Was good,” she confirmed.
“Très
good.”
“Mmm.” He closed his eyes and immediately fell into a deep sleep.
What had she done?
After staring at Nickolai’s
He laughed and stroked the little ruffle on her bottom. “I expected a thong, but this is so much better—so Noel.”
“
Joyeux Noel
?”
“
Très Joyeux
.”
He gave her a little, evil smile.
“There’s not much chance you’d let me take your picture with my phone, is there?”
“No!” She burst out laughing.
He shrugged. “I thought not. I had to ask.” He drew her to him, very, very close this time. “Then you’ll have to show this to me in person, long and often. Can you do that for me, sweet Noel?”
“I can.” But she knew it would never happen. Magic like this only happened in a snow globe, and snow globes didn’t last forever. Already missing him, she pressed against his body even closer and tightened her arms around him.
Nickolai trembled, moaned, and something changed, the lightness turning to intensity. He stood, reached into his pocket, and threw a foil packet on the nightstand. Then he removed his jeans and stood there, a solid column of glory and power.
She sighed at the beauty of him and held out her arms. In one liquid moment, he scooped her up, threw back the covers, and landed on the mattress with her on top. “These have been a delight, but they have served their purpose.” And he peeled off her underclothes, licking, sucking, and caressing as he went. “Now, we will be naked together.”
And they were. Nickolai might play a fast-moving sport on ice, but in bed, he was slow, thorough, and very, very proficient. For what must have been close to an hour, they moved together, discovering each other’s bodies—and Noel learned quite a bit about her own. Without reserve, he rolled his throbbing penis against every part of her body, all the while thrilling her with his hands and mouth, whispering how much he wanted her. In turn, she grew bolder with her hands and mouth, and he showed her how to please him. She was rewarded as he moaned and praised her skill, sometimes lapsing into breathless Russian with a bit of French thrown in. She didn’t have to understand the words to know what he meant.
Noel might have reached her peak at a dozen or more times, but he always sensed it, pulled back, and brought her down again—only to take her back. She was desperate with need and shocked to learn that such need existed.
“Please,” she whispered against his ear as he suckled her rock-hard nipples, and she stroked his engorged penis. “I can’t stand any more.”
“You ache?” His fingers danced between her legs, and she shuddered. “I ache, too. It’s sweet pain, but yes. Is time.”
He reached for the packet on the nightstand and turned her on her back. “One last taste.” He brought his mouth to her most private place—again. This time, she thought she would come, but he pulled back just in time.
Then he slowly entered her, and she felt complete.
“Tight. Hot. Good.” And he began to move, sometimes almost withdrawing completely, sometimes driving farther in and urging her to move harder and faster.
Every stroke was a surprise and a journey of perfect pleasure.
Finally, he looked into her eyes and partially withdrew. “Lift yourself to me, Noel!” he commanded.
And when she did, they both peaked and collapsed, calling each other’s names.
They lay together for a minute before Nickolai scattered her jaw with kisses, muttering something that might have been English, Russian, French, or some kind of devil’s cant.
Then he withdrew and smiled, looking for all the world like a little boy hoping for a cookie. “Was good?”
“Was good,” she confirmed.
“Très
good.”
“Mmm.” He closed his eyes and immediately fell into a deep sleep.
What had she done?
After staring at Nickolai’s
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