Page 29 of All About Christmas
Olivier remains standing for a few moments, taking me in with his darkening gaze. Then he gently lowers down on top of me and presses me into the comforter with his delicious body.
He strokes my hair as he kisses me, and then I feel his mouth curl into a smile. “Remember when I said I thought this pink hair was gaudy?” he asks between my lips.
I frown and push him away from me a little. If this is his idea of dirty talk, he has a lot to learn.
“Of course,” I answer. The clouds made of pure lust that have gathered in my head clear a bit.
He chuckles when he sees my somewhat offended expression. “I lied, Holly,” he says and presses a kiss to my nose, my cheek, and then my collarbone. “I love it.”
My breath catches in my throat as he takes my nipple into his mouth through the lace of my bra. “Really?” I ask hoarsely as lust takes over from clear thinking again.
“Yes,” he whispers. The warmth of his mouth soaks through the fabric into my skin. “It suits you. It’s beautiful and bold, just like you.”
“Ah,” I moan when he bites very gently. My hands shoot to the belt of his dress pants, and although my fine motor skills left much to be desired when I had to undress myself, I push his pants over his butt even faster than you can say Merry Christmas.
He kicks the obstructing cotton off his ankles and stands up. He looks very handsome with his dark hair tousled from my hands, his shirt unbuttoned so the lines of his muscles are clearly visible, and his lips swollen from kissing.
“And then that dress at the Golden Televizier-Ring Gala...”
He bends down and carefully removes my one elf shoe, then my other. He drops them to the floor with some clinking and gives me a crooked smile that I can only describe as sexy. “That’s when I really struggled.”
A stab of excitement goes through the area begging to be touched.
Yep. This Holly is very jolly with the man in front of her. A man who is now slowly rolling my red and white striped stockings off my legs and kissing almost every square inch of exposed skin after them.
He shakes his shirt off his shoulders and then turns to address the only garments still clinging to my body: my thong and my bra.
He lies on top of me again, skin on skin.
With one fluid motion, he strips me of the cups covering my breasts.
Cool air blows over my skin and my nipples respond immediately.
I feel his arousal against my lower abdomen and my hand shoots to the elastic of his boxer shorts.
“Are you sure?” he asks softly when I’ve already jammed his underpants halfway down his butt.
“Am I sure?” I mutter against his mouth. “Do I like Christmas?”
Olivier chuckles and helps me strip him of his last piece of clothing, then he rolls my thong off my hips, replacing it almost immediately with his warm mouth.
“Ah!” I push against the mattress with my shoulder blades and arch my back.
He takes his time, as if his schedule is empty for the rest of the month.
With each stroke of his tongue, a shiver goes through my body, and my desire grows.
He licks, bites, and sucks until I can’t take it anymore.
I grab him by his shoulders and pull him up.
In the dim light of the lamp on the nightstand, I see his eyes glisten with excitement.
“I can’t take it anymore,” I say, barely recognizing my own voice.
A small, smug smile appears at the corners of his mouth, and then he grabs something from the mattress. I have no idea when he put it there, but I hear the rustle of foil.
His fingers slide into my hair, and he kisses me deeply as he positions himself in just the right spot and thrusts in gently, as if afraid I’ll break. But I can take more. Much more than that. I tilt my hips and meet him with a quick movement.
He makes a desperate noise and squeezes his eyes shut for a moment. “If you want this to last longer than a ride on Dreamflight, you have to lie very still,” he says hoarsely.
I bite my lip to hold back my laughter. “Dreamflight?”
Olivier opens his eyes and gives me a look.
“You know, with that comparison, you’re raising expectations quite a bit now... Ah!”
With one movement of his hips, he silences me. I gasp as he finds a rhythm that hits all the right places. This man knows exactly what he’s doing. His thumbs caress my cheeks as he kisses me deeply. I wrap a leg around him which brings us closer, moving at a new angle.
I lose all sense of what’s happening around me.
My world at this moment consists only of Olivier, who lifts my right leg and picks up the pace.
He kisses me hungrily and thoroughly, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
Then I’m overcome by a wave of absolute deliciousness.
He might even be made of liquid chocolate, because the blissful and fulfilled feeling that now engulfs me is comparable to the moment you feel that first square melt on your tongue.
No. That’s a lie. This feels many times better.
Olivier’s eyes sparkle triumphantly in the warm light of the night lamp as he too moves to climax, following a few seconds later.
He throws his head back and thrusts his hips against my pelvis one last time.
He remains motionless for a moment, his warm breath leaving his mouth in rapid succession, but then he slowly withdraws.
He pulls me close and presses a slow, languid kiss to my mouth.
“Wow,” I say softly. “That was...” My mouth hangs open slightly as I search for the right words.
“Better than Dreamflight?” suggests Olivier helpfully.
I burst out laughing. “Yes,” I say then. “Better than Dreamflight.”