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He grins at me. “Where do you think we’re going next?”
After several stops, we are finally loading our goodies into a car and are whisked back to George’s penthouse. When we walk in, we are immediately greeted with the fresh scent of evergreen. I look up at him. “It’s already better.”
His eyes are thoughtful. “You’re right,” he says as he leans down and places a light kiss upon my lips. “It is.”
Without hesitating, I pull him back to me. “It is.”
In that single kiss, something is shared that I have never experienced before. In addition to the want and need, there’s trust. I trust him.
Suddenly I feel shy, tucking my head down away from his gaze. “Let’s get the lights out.”
George starts the gas logs in the fireplace. “Have you ever even used that?” I ask as I unravel the lights from the roll.
He glances over his shoulder at me with a sheepish grin. ”I’m pleading the fifth.”
“I thought so.” I begin tucking the lights into the branches of the tree as he pours us each a glass of wine. “Did you ever used to do Christmas?”
George walks over to join me, handing me my glass. “My parents always did. I did, too, when Carol was alive. She loved Christmas. She always made everything special, gave it warmth.” He looks around the penthouse. “You know? I’ve lived here for almost five years, and it still looks empty.”
“We’re working on that.” I begin opening the boxes of ornaments. The decorations are a deep burgundy and gold, along with crystal ornaments to catch the light. “One thing I’ve noticed, you don’t have any personal pictures. Why?”
George takes an ornament and hangs it on a branch, pausing thoughtfully. “I guess it depresses me that everyone is gone. Pictures just remind me of what I’ve lost. It’s easier to just forget it.”
Watching him in that moment, I see the loneliness etched on his face. “Have you tried letting anyone else in?”
He looks over at me, his gaze steady. “What do you think I’m doing right now?”
“I’m glad.” I smile slightly, happy that he’s opening up, as I sense that he’s been alone for a very long time…too long. In a way, so have I. I’m not sure I’ve ever had anyone who sees the real me the way he seems to. I’ve been so used to trying to please people all my life that I think I’ve forgotten about making myself happy. I think George may be that for me, want that for me.
When we’re finished decorating the tree, George turns out all the lights but the tree’s, and we curl up on the sofa. The tree is centered in front of the wall of windows, its lights joined by the lights of the city and creating a twinkling vision.
George places his arm along the back of the sofa, his hand grazing my shoulder lightly. “It looks beautiful.” He looks down at me, his arm pulling me in closer. “You’re beautiful.” I lean in as he lowers his mouth to mine. His lips are soft but firm, deliberate as they explore mine. His tongue teases my lips apart, delving deeper in to match my need with his own.
My hands trace his shoulders, flattening against the firmness of his chest. George’s hand brushes the curve of my breast, and I feel my nipples tighten with want. His look to me is questioning, and I nod in acceptance, knowing that I won’t be satisfied until nothing separates us.
Slowly, he unbuttons my blouse, easing the fabric aside to expose the lace-covered mounds of my breasts. His fingers tease my taut nipples as I moan with desire, aching to be freed from the flimsy barrier. My wish is granted as George undoes the front clasp, allowing my breasts to spring fully into his waiting hands. His mouth grazes my nipple, taking the tip in and tugging tightly as I arch upward, closer, thrusting myself into his mouth.
Hastily, my fingers work the buttons of his shirt, sliding the material away to expose his well-muscled chest. It is exhilarating when he finally presses himself against me, skin upon skin. My hands wander up along his back, caressing his tight muscles as I feel his need pressing against me, my own core wet with desire.
Standing up, George pulls me into his arms, carrying me the distance to the bedroom. Gently, he lays me upon the bed, his hands traveling down my body to slide off my pants. His mouth trails up my legs, coming to rest on the moist lace-clad mound. His tongue toys with me through the material, making me desperate for there to be no barrier at all. Slowly, he eases them off and removes the rest of his clothes. He returns to me, savoring my essence as his tongue flicks against my pulsing clit, teasing it with a quick and darting motion as I strain against his mouth. Slowly and with purpose, he takes the tiny bud into his mouth, sucking deeply. My nails dig into his shoulders as I arch against him with frantic need.
His fingers caress my folds, entering me as he massages me from the inside in dueling sensations that shatter my reality, taking me to the edge and beyond. My breathing quickens as I convulse against him, rocked by waves of unmitigated pleasure.
Slowly, the room comes back into focus, and I look up at him, my eyes wide. “How did you do that?”
George smiles knowingly. “I take it you liked it.”
I grab his hard member, squeezing him. “I think you know.”
His hand cups mine, encouraging me as I begin to stroke him. I can feel him throbbing against my hand. He draws in a sharp breath as my thumb plays with the ridges of his tip, teasing him the way he teased me. “Vixen,” he says raggedly as my touch becomes faster, firmer.
Pushing him to lie back against the bed, I run my mouth down the rigid plane of his chest, my teeth grazing his nipple as I explore every inch of him. Finally, my lips come to rest upon his hard shaft. Sliding my mouth around him, I tug urgently on him, needing him to experience what I did. He moans in response as his hands grasp the back of my head, urging me on.
Just when I think he is going to explode, he pulls me up to him as he fumbles in the nightstand seeking protection. Fervently, I don the thin barrier, covering him before he flips me onto my back, hovering above me as he slides into me, filling me. With a steady, rocking motion, we come together in a rhythmic dance of the flesh. Our bodies urge against each other, quickening as our mutual need mounts. I feel his hard rod rubbing against my core, bringing me to another climax.
George thrusts against me as he finally gives in to the need that has overtaken his body. We rock together in waves of passion until the last tremor fades. Resting my head on his chest, I can hear his heart pounding, gradually returning to normal. I smile as sleep claims the edges of my mind, drawing me into a peaceful slumber.
