sexy “Merry Christmas, Baby” played low on the stereo, and the room was aglow with candles and the tiny colored lights of the Christmas tree, as well as the low flames burning in the fireplace.
He didn’t see Emily—at first.
But when he did, he swallowed. Hard.
What the hell?
She lay stretched provocatively before the decorated tree, amid the gifts, legs slightly bent, back arched, propped on her elbows. Her hands cupped fur-lined breasts, the nipples beaded and shadowy in the dim lighting. Jesus . He went hard in an instant.
A big red bow was wrapped around her bared tummy, and her eyes shone on him—Holy Mother of God—with wild intent. He stood before her numb, speechless.
“Do you like your present?” she asked, her voice silky, sensuous—new.
He still couldn’t find any words, so simply swallowed again as he nodded.
“Good. Because this is only the beginning.”
“Unh,” he eloquently managed to reply. His whole body had gone rigid with arousal, but his jaw had dropped and he seemed unable to raise it back up.
Keeping her suddenly sexy eyes on his, she eased both hands up through the fur on her bra to gently tweak the beautifully erect peaks of her breasts. He felt her sensual 47
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moves in his cock, yet still wondered just what the hell was going on, what had happened to her. He almost wondered if he was having another dirty dream.
She smoothed her palms over the lovely curves of her velvet-bound breasts and onto her pale torso, where she used her middle finger and thumb to slowly, gracefully pull at the ribbon tied around her waist. He watched, amazed, dumbfounded, as the thick red ribbon gently fell away, giving him the sense that the simple gesture somehow opened her to him.
That’s when he forgot to keep wondering what was going on and stepped toward her, his feet moving on pure instinct, his body ready to have his way with her—and to hope this was real.
“Stop,” she said then, gentle but firm.
He did, but the command caught him off guard.
“Sit.” She pointed to the sofa.
“Why?” The first word he’d managed to utter since walking into the room.
She bit her lip, looked slightly pensive for half a second, but then turned all the way sexy again. “I have more to give you, baby. More of me .”
Once again, Simon swallowed. Emily had always been a beautiful woman, but when— how —had she gotten so fucking hot ? “All right,” he said lightly, then did as she instructed, wondering what on earth awaited him.
He watched as she rolled smoothly up onto her knees, then began to crawl in long, sensual strides toward a small ottoman in front of an easy chair situated across from him. The long lines of her legs as she moved so sleekly, the curve of her back, the plump roundness of her breasts, all served to tighten his cock within his pants that much more, and it was all he could do not to bound across the coffee table and ravish her—but he stayed in place, still in wonderment over her gift to him.
She moved lithely up onto the ottoman, facing him, her eyes filled with…he could only read it as the deepest passion he’d ever witnessed from her. It wasn’t just about 48
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this , about sex . He thought it was about sex and him and her and every moment they’d ever shared together, good and bad.
Then she parted her legs.
He drew in his breath at the erotic vision she made. But only when she reached down, lifting her little skirt to reveal nothing underneath—nothing but the smooth flesh of her shockingly denuded pussy and the pink folds at its center—did a low groan escape him.
“Do you want me to touch myself for you, Simon?”
He nearly fainted. Jesus Christ. “God, yes,” he managed on a ragged breath.
Sliding her tongue sensually across her upper lip, and looking coquettish as hell, she reached one long, tapered middle finger down into her glistening cunt. As she raked her fingertip upward through the valley of pink, they both
He didn’t see Emily—at first.
But when he did, he swallowed. Hard.
What the hell?
She lay stretched provocatively before the decorated tree, amid the gifts, legs slightly bent, back arched, propped on her elbows. Her hands cupped fur-lined breasts, the nipples beaded and shadowy in the dim lighting. Jesus . He went hard in an instant.
A big red bow was wrapped around her bared tummy, and her eyes shone on him—Holy Mother of God—with wild intent. He stood before her numb, speechless.
“Do you like your present?” she asked, her voice silky, sensuous—new.
He still couldn’t find any words, so simply swallowed again as he nodded.
“Good. Because this is only the beginning.”
“Unh,” he eloquently managed to reply. His whole body had gone rigid with arousal, but his jaw had dropped and he seemed unable to raise it back up.
Keeping her suddenly sexy eyes on his, she eased both hands up through the fur on her bra to gently tweak the beautifully erect peaks of her breasts. He felt her sensual 47
Lacey Alexander
moves in his cock, yet still wondered just what the hell was going on, what had happened to her. He almost wondered if he was having another dirty dream.
She smoothed her palms over the lovely curves of her velvet-bound breasts and onto her pale torso, where she used her middle finger and thumb to slowly, gracefully pull at the ribbon tied around her waist. He watched, amazed, dumbfounded, as the thick red ribbon gently fell away, giving him the sense that the simple gesture somehow opened her to him.
That’s when he forgot to keep wondering what was going on and stepped toward her, his feet moving on pure instinct, his body ready to have his way with her—and to hope this was real.
“Stop,” she said then, gentle but firm.
He did, but the command caught him off guard.
“Sit.” She pointed to the sofa.
“Why?” The first word he’d managed to utter since walking into the room.
She bit her lip, looked slightly pensive for half a second, but then turned all the way sexy again. “I have more to give you, baby. More of me .”
Once again, Simon swallowed. Emily had always been a beautiful woman, but when— how —had she gotten so fucking hot ? “All right,” he said lightly, then did as she instructed, wondering what on earth awaited him.
He watched as she rolled smoothly up onto her knees, then began to crawl in long, sensual strides toward a small ottoman in front of an easy chair situated across from him. The long lines of her legs as she moved so sleekly, the curve of her back, the plump roundness of her breasts, all served to tighten his cock within his pants that much more, and it was all he could do not to bound across the coffee table and ravish her—but he stayed in place, still in wonderment over her gift to him.
She moved lithely up onto the ottoman, facing him, her eyes filled with…he could only read it as the deepest passion he’d ever witnessed from her. It wasn’t just about 48
Unwrapped
this , about sex . He thought it was about sex and him and her and every moment they’d ever shared together, good and bad.
Then she parted her legs.
He drew in his breath at the erotic vision she made. But only when she reached down, lifting her little skirt to reveal nothing underneath—nothing but the smooth flesh of her shockingly denuded pussy and the pink folds at its center—did a low groan escape him.
“Do you want me to touch myself for you, Simon?”
He nearly fainted. Jesus Christ. “God, yes,” he managed on a ragged breath.
Sliding her tongue sensually across her upper lip, and looking coquettish as hell, she reached one long, tapered middle finger down into her glistening cunt. As she raked her fingertip upward through the valley of pink, they both
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