Bound for Christmas

by Ember Flint

  There’s so much more hidden behind the intensity of the way I feel about him, the way he unnerves me, unbalances me, shatters me.

  I’ve been friendly with guys and liked them, I even thought myself in love once before when I was young and foolish, but nothing compares to the fire he has rushing in my veins. From day one he was there within me.

  I felt the pull and I got scared.

  I pushed away, I lashed out, I tried to run, but my own heart always brought me back to this, to us. It was too stubborn to let go, even if I could never understand what it meant having him always on my mind.

  My fixed dislike of him barely touches the skin of my soul, but my wants, my desires and the thoughts I have of him, those are an entirely different matter, they cut it to the bone, they make my heart stutter. I didn’t know it could do it. I want it to do it again. I want to feel his lips on mine and I don’t want to stop this time.

  I’m not going to pretend anymore, I’m not going to hide behind sass and spite, I want this, I’m ready for this and in the way he looks at me, I see he feels the same.

  There’s so much more buried under all the fights we have had since we met and now I want it. I need it.

  I take a shaky breath and press myself into his chest, I feel the trembling of his massive body against my own and feel that stutter again deep into my chest as a million of butterflies take flight.

  Maybe this is not about being sane or crazy, maybe this is just about being brave.

  “Yeah, I’m sure, Tristan. I don’t even know what is it that I’m sure of exactly, but I am and I… I need to tell you something, I think you and I… I think we’re in lo—”

  The brush of his thumb over my lips interrupts me and I gasp.

  He smiles down at me and nods slowly.

  I see his face lower onto mine, his hands cupping my cheeks, his lips hovering over my own.

  “I know. And we are, Nat. We’ve always been,” he says on my mouth, his hot breath kindling my own and making my knees tremble, and then he’s kissing me and I’m kissing him back.

  My heart stops stuttering and just soars, beating madly, and I feel a thousand emotion run through it.

  God, this feels so right. So, so right.

  I feel his tongue battle with mine and I moan into the kiss, my core clenching in my want for him.

  His hands slide down my face, to the sides of my neck and then lower. They caress my arms, my waist and finally they stop on my ass and grab me there hard as Tristan pulls me closer to him.

  His thick hardness drives against my naked tummy and I feel an even hotter fire spread into my blood.

  He is so hard for this, for me, and the knowledge that he really wants this as much as I do turns me on even more.

  He picks me up like I weight nothing and breaks the kiss, cradling me to his chest, my heavy breasts smashing onto his hard pecs as the blanket falls on the floor, but I don’t care if I’m utterly nude right now. I want him to see me like this like I’ve never wanted anything before, and I need to get him just as naked as fast as possible.

  “I need to have you, Nat. Now. I won’t stop unless you tell me to.”

  I shake my head, reaching up to stroke his stubbled jaw, my thighs widening around him and clinging to his grooved hips, the wetness clinging to the fabric of his cold jeans seeping into my bare center, the odd sensation contrasting with the heat of my pussy and arousing me even more.

  “I’m never going to tell you to stop, Tristan…”

  “Good,” he practically growls and then his lips are once more attacking mine as he takes us down to the large fluffy carpet spread in front of the roaring fireplace.

  I look up at him, my eyes wide, my teeth buried in my lower lip as he starts to peel the wet layers off his body.

  “I’m sorry, baby, I wish we could be on a bed for this… but it’s probably freezing cold in there,” he says, gesturing behind us and to the hall.

  Now, normally I would get pissed at a man calling me ‘baby’, I wanted to get pissed back in the woods when he first said it, I’ve always thought it was patronizing as hell and a little bit demeaning.

  Holy Jingle Bells, was I wrong?

  My heart and pussy both squeeze at the little endearment as he looks down at me with something akin to adoration in his deep coffee-colored eyes. It doesn’t feel like a word men throw around to get their way now, it feels like a compliment, like he means to say I’m precious to him, something to cherish and protect always.

  And that’s exactly how I feel right now under his powerful frame and sizzling gaze. Wanted, needed, cherished.

  I smile up at him, my hands sliding up his muscular sides and taking the wet fabric of his thermal long-sleeved undershirt with them. “I don’t care, Tristan. Here is good, better than good: it’s perfect…”

  Tristan’s eyes run up and down my nakedness and I blush but there’s not a trace of awkwardness in what I’m feeling right now.

  He looks down at me, holding himself up on his elbows and there’s such a hunger in his gaze, it makes me feel like I’m the prettiest thing he’s ever seen, wanted and desired.

  The heat of the flaring flames in the hearth nearby radiates on my still cold skin, making me shiver a little as I watch its orange glow dance on Tristan’s handsome face, I feel almost jealous of the fire: I want to be the only thing that touches his skin.

  I throw his wet undershirt behind us and stare at his massive, sculpted, hard chest and at the smatter of dark hair on his pecs and my core clenches in need.

  He falls on me, kissing my neck and shoulders while my fingers rake from his torso to his six packs and lower still to the happy trail disappearing into the jeans plastered to his enormous bulge.

  “Fuck, you’re so damn beautiful like this, Nat… I always knew you would be,” he tells me in between scorching open-mouthed kisses, his voice low and gritty.

  I flush even harder under his lips and wandering hands, wetness pooling between my legs.

  I feel one of his arms slide under my back as he arches me up into his body with a touch that’s both tender and possessive and makes me need him even more.

  “Tristan, I...” my voice falters.

  “What?” he asks, his lips and teeth nibbling on the sensitive skin of my collarbone.

  “Touch me… I need you to touch me,” I murmur, my eyes fluttering close as heat and desire travel up and down my body, making it buzz with a need I’ve never known before.

  I can barely remember the only other time I’ve been in a similar situation in my entire life and it felt nothing like this.

  That day everything felt forced, mechanic, it felt like disenchantment, this… this feels like the exact opposite, like the fairy tale I didn’t know existed and didn’t even allow myself to hope I could have.

  The feelings running through my heart and the sensations sliding in my veins are so strong, I’m on the verge of tears already and he has barely touched me.

  Tristan strokes my sides and my outer thighs lovingly, his eyes full of wonder and blazing with lust, appear to be almost black right now.

  “You really want this, Nat?” he asks, studying me intently.

  I smile up at him and nod. “What about you? You sure you wouldn’t much rather chuck me out the window?” I sass.

  He chuckles and looks down at the erection straining in his jeans. “Yeah, babe, I’m pretty sure. And you? You don’t wanna strangle me anymore?”

  I giggle. “It depends…”

  “On what?”

  “On how many times you make me come, big guy…”

  He smirks down at me. “Oh, then we’re good…”

  I shake my head. “Cocky much?”

  “Well yeah…”

  He shrugs, pressing his still-covered hard cock into my center and making me gasp and buck against him.

  “You big tease!” I moan and he just laughs, shaking his head and then he kisses my nose. “Serves you righ
t for all the times you teased me with those damn T-shirts…”

  I roll my hips against his, making him groan. “I thought you didn’t like them…”

  “Not quite… the problem was I liked them too much.”

  I reach down to undo his belt’s buckle and pull down his zipper and he hisses when my knuckles rub against the hard ridge of his cock.

  “So now you’re gonna stop giving me shit about office dress-code and let me wear them in peace?” I ask.

  Tristan shakes his head. “Not a chance in hell, babe, I don’t want some motherfucker to slobber all over when you wearing those tight tiny things you call tees, that’s the other reason I hated seeing you in them…”

  “Jealous and possessive? And you waited this long to spring this on me? We’re so gonna have trouble.”

  “We’ll see about that…”

  He pulls his boxers down and my eyes widen at the sight of what he’s packing.

  “I don’t have much experience to draw upon, but damn you really are a giant bastard all over, aren’t you?”

  He actually blushes to the tips of his ears at my words and my heart squeezes for him.

  He is just adorable and so freaking hot at the same time and now I no longer need to deny it.

  I smile at him, stroking his face. “Be gentle, please, Tris.”

  He nods. “I will be, babe, I’ll never hurt you, I promise, but please don’t ever call me that ever again in your life if you really lo…” his voice just trails off.

  “I do. It’s crazy, but I do… Tris…”

  He glowers at me.

  “…tan! I said Tristan. I love you. I really do.”

  He smiles down at me. “I love you too, Natalie.”

  He kisses me again, hard, and I kiss him back, just as hard. I don’t think we’re going to know how to be soft for a while yet, but it’s okay: we both can take it, I’m positive we both want it just like this.

  Tristan’s mouth leaves mine behind and he starts to pepper the column of my neck and the slope of my shoulder with kisses until he finally captures the tight center of one of my breasts between his lips and pulls it past them, sucking it firmly and making me gasp his name over and over as my body shakes in pleasure and need.

  He treats my other hard nipple to the same caress, all the while kneading and shaping both breasts in his large rough hands and I feel my pussy grow puffier and slicker and my clit start to throb more insistently as I moan his name, my breath coming out chopped and fast.

  When I can’t take it anymore and I feel my body start to fire up in what I’m pretty sure it’s a climax — though I’ve never had one this strong before when touching myself— I pull him upward for another kiss, nibbling on his lower lip and sucking his tongue into my mouth, my pussy growing even plumper and wetter at the sound of his sexy groans and at the feel of the hot large head of his rock-hard cock dripping pre-cum all over the curve of my belly and the top of my mound.

  While our kiss gets deeper, I slide one hand between us, desperate to touch him and I don’t stop until my hand is grasping his hardness; I give him a squeeze and feel his length throb and jerk in my palm and then Tristan growls into my mouth breaking the kiss and hissing out an oath.

  I feel one of his hands cruise down my body and then between my thighs, his big fingers parting my lower lips and spreading my stickiness from my slit to my clit and then stopping there to strum in tiny circles that drive me insane.

  I keep on jerking him off as best as I can, considering that his girth is way too much for my hand and he throws his head back, his rhythm on my clit never faltering as he grunts my name.

  “Oh fuck, Nat, you’re so damn wet for me, baby. You really want this, don’t you?”

  I gasp his name, tightening my hold on his erection and more of his clear pre-cum slides down the back of my fingers.

  “Yes, yes, I do. Please Tristan. I want you so much,” I breathe out, my voice barely above a whisper.

  I see pure animalistic need fall onto his chiseled features and darken his eyes even further at my words, his cock growing even larger in my grasp. More of my wetness washes over his fingers still teasing my entrance and my clit.

  He hisses my name and dislodges my clutch on his steely erection, throwing my spread thighs high over his hips.

  “I want you too, Nat. So much…”

  “Come inside of me, come inside of me now, Tristan!”

  He drops some more of his weight onto me, caging me completely with his big frame and I shake all over in anticipation.

  “There’s nothing I want more, baby. I’ve been thinking about sinking myself deep inside your sweet pussy since the first time I pissed you off and you lashed out at me.”

  I giggle, but it turns into a deep moan when Tristan presses his body entirely down my own and then enters my tightness with a long, powerful thrust, driving his big cock inside of me all the way to his balls in one go.

  I feel so full, there’s no space for my breath and my heartbeat inside of me anymore as he keeps himself deep into my channel, stretching my walls little by little with his girth.

  “You… you okay?” he gasps, his eyes are tightly shut.

  I gulp down a couple of times. “Yes… just full”

  My pussy tightens around him and we both moan at the same time.

  “Fuck, your cunt is so damn tight, baby, so fucking perfect. You feel amazing… amazing…”

  I look up at him, blinking back tears, my body caught between ecstasy and pain.

  He is all controlled power and leashed desire right now, his bulging muscles all tensed and contracted, his lower lip held between his teeth as he forces himself to hold still to let me grow used to having him inside.

  He is trying to be gentle now, just like I asked, but I don’t want gentle anymore. I want him. All of him.

  I huff a strand of my hair back. “Tristan?”

  He looks down at me and strokes the side of my face.

  “Don’t hold back anymore, I’m okay… I’ve never felt like this in my life, but I’m okay… more than okay actually.”

  He smiles, his lips pressing kisses down on mine. “You sure?”

  I nod.

  He lets go of a shaky breath. “Thank God, I can’t take this anymore, baby! I need to fuck you now. Fuck you hard…”

  “Yes, yes! That’s what I want… I want you hard and deep. Now!”

  My core clutches at him and he groans low in his throat.

  Tristan pulls my body up into his own even closer and then he starts to forcefully thrust in and out of me, his hips slamming deeper and faster in the cradle of my legs as he holds me open for him, his hands clutching my thighs, his hot ragged breaths warming the skin of my neck as he pants my name and I grip at his shoulders to bring him even further into me.

  “Fuck, Nat, I’m going to cum… cum so hard. I want you to cum with me… cum with me, baby!” he snarls, fucking even harder and faster into me, his heavy balls slapping against my skin as I feel myself clench and release over and over around his driving cock, my body only too eager to obey his heated command.

  My screams bounce off the room, the perfect counterpart to the crackling fire, the howling wind rattling against the chalet and Tristan’s sexy growls of pleasure as we both climax together, my pussy contracting so hard I feel like electric current is running up and down my body and his hot sizzling seed hitting my walls in a steady stream as he collapses on top of me.

  For a long while we stay just like that, clutched to each other in a sweaty sticky heap of limbs, the flames playing hide and go seek on our entwined bodies as we breathe each other in while our hearts pound against each other, talking in a language of their own.

  I feel a million things run through my head and my heart.

  I’m happy, I’m sated, I’m cozy and confused, I’m on the cusp of tears again and I feel like laughing all at once.

  In one word, basically, I’m crazy right now an
d I love it, love him.

  I love him. I love Tristan Silver. I really do.

  Silver and Gold really go together.

  I smile, nuzzling his neck and he does the same.

  “So, you wanna strangle me or are we good?” he asks, panting.

  I slide my legs off his back and lower them down the carpet. “We’re good, there’s no doubt about it, but you’re not completely out of the woods, Mr. Pain-In-The-Ass.”

  Tristan turns to the side, clasping me to him and only stops rolling when he’s on the bottom and I’m draped all over his big sweaty musclebound body.

  He looks down at me. “Am I not?”

  I give him an evil smile. “No, sorry, I still might feel like strangling you from time to time.”

  He drops a kiss onto my temple, stroking my hair away. “I might be able to live with that, especially if I get to spank that lush ass of yours when you’re the one who tries my patience.”

  I raise my head from his shoulder and offer him my hand to shake. “Deal.”

  “Really?”

  I nod. “You know what they say: there’s a fine line between love and hate, Tristan, our bodies and hearts already know we jumped on the other side of it, but I think our brains are gonna need some time to get on board.”

  He chuckles. “Don’t I know it! But maybe since it’s Christmas and all, they’re gonna give us a break and keep us from bickering for a while…”

  “And we can definitely help them along…”

  “Extending the grounds for insanity?”

  I giggle. “That and also… you know… by staying naked.”

  He laughs.

  I grasp his face, pulling him down for another kiss.

  Now, cold or not, this totally is the kind of Christmas I can get behind!

  Epilogue

  TRISTAN

  Four years later…

  I hug my wife to my side, my arm thrown over both of her shoulders as we stare into the darkness, holding our breath.

  The night sky over Chrystal River Resort is just as astounding as I remembered it, a black velvet quilt sparkling with a million and one bright stars.