With my sisters parting words at the airport ringing in my ear, You deserve to be happy, whatever that is, I realize that right now, Tom makes me happy.
I deserve to enjoy my holiday to the fullest, which includes letting whatever this is between Tom and I happen.
The enjoyable dinner ends, and we head outside. As we file out of the restaurant and onto the street, I inhale deeply; the air feels crisp and cold. Savoring it with each breath, I’ve never felt anything like it.
It’s pitch-black out and clouds cover the stars above, but holiday lights twinkle everywhere, creating a festive atmosphere despite the lack of snow.
“It smells like snow,” I hear Peter say from where he’s talking to Tom, and it makes me smile in excitement at the possibility.
Tom comes over to me and says, “Pete said they’d give us a lift back to the inn, but I thought since it’s a nice night out, maybe we’d walk?”
“What about your leg?” I ask concerned, putting on my scarf and gloves. It is quite a walk back to the inn, and I may be used to being on my feet all day, but I don’t want him to hurt himself further.
“I’ll be fine,” he answers in an even voice, and taking my hand adds playfully, “I’ll have my own private nurse with me.”
“Okay, sounds like fun,” I say, smiling as I take in another wonderful lungful of the clean crisp air.
“Pete, June Bug and I are going to walk back to the inn,” Tom says, grabbing hold of my hand.
After saying goodbye to his family, we start heading towards the inn.
“Give me those,” he says, indicating the bags I’m carrying, and he takes them before I have a chance to protest.
“Thank you,” I say, smiling at his thoughtfulness.
We walk in companionable silence through the town, the bright holiday lights illuminating the way.
“Are you cold?” Tom asks after several blocks.
“No, my new jacket is nice and toasty,” I say, watching my breath hitting the cold air.
“Toasty?” he asks, grinning at me in the dark.
I smile and nod, biting my lip nervously. It wasn’t just the new goose down-filled jacket that was keeping me warm.
Suddenly, I feel something wet and cold hit the tip of my nose. Stopping abruptly, I looked up to see several snowflakes drifting down.
Full of excitement, I turn and grab onto Tom saying loudly, “It’s snowing!”
“It is,” he says, smiling softly at me before cupping the back of my head and giving me a warm, gentle kiss.
This kiss is different than the one earlier. There is no hesitancy or awkwardness. I can taste the beer and chocolate he had had during dessert, mixed with his own unique flavor. I can’t get enough.
I wrap my arms around his waist pulling myself closer into his arms, our tongues dance together for several long minutes, while snowflakes gently fall around us.
“Tonight?” he whispers, removing his hand from where it had found its way on my backside, holding me against his growing hardness.
“Yes,” I agree breathlessly, grabbing his hips and pulling him into me, not being able to get close enough to him. Though there is only so much you can do on a cold street corner in the snow.
As we pull away, Tom grabs ahold of my hand and picks up my shopping bags. We begin walking again towards the inn, which in the anticipation of what is to come, seems to be miles and miles away.
Walking in silence, we are both lost in our own thoughts. Mine are warring between the excitement at the prospect of finally experiencing a white Christmas, and of having the man who’s created a fire in me that I’ve never felt before. Everything about him calls to me.
Still holding hands, we pass by the sleepy night clerk and make our way up the stairs. Upon reaching the first landing, Tom moves me towards the wall, boxing me in with his body.
“Are we going to do this?” he asks hotly in my ear. Dropping my bags with a thud, he slowly runs his hands along my side, creating a need within me that never wants him to stop.
“Yes,” I whisper, realizing my hands haven’t been idle. They’ve started moving up his muscular arms, unconsciously pulling him closer.
In a sudden display of authority, Tom grabs my wrists and pins them to the wall above my head, making me gasp as a thrill of excitement shoots through me.
Leaning down, he touches my mouth gently with his own before running his tongue along the seam of my lips, asking me to open up to him. He doesn’t need to give me any encouragement. Parting my lips, our tongues dance and tease each other until we are both breathless and wanting more.
“Your room or mine?” he asks with hooded eyes as he pushes his own excitement into my stomach.
“Mine,” I say, releasing myself from Tom’s hold and sliding along the wall away from him. Grabbing his hand with one of mine and the bags with another, I begin pulling him up the remaining stairs.
Coming up behind me, he wraps his arms around me as we quietly walk down the deserted hallway, slowly making it towards the end where my room is located. Once at the door, Tom unwinds my scarf and pulls my jacket open. He kisses my neck and shoulder, causing me to shiver with excitement as he distracts me from my attempt to unlock the door.
Finally, I successfully open the door, and no sooner than I step inside of the room, I’m being pressed up against the back of the door and my mouth is being plundered by Tom’s possessive kiss.
Breaking away, we both quickly shed our jackets, scarfs and gloves, tossing them onto the floor. The next thing I know I’m being pressed against the door, where we are tasting and breathing each other in.
Meanwhile, my hands tug at the soft flannel shirt he’s wearing and work their way underneath to feel the planes of his hard, muscular back.
He drags us away from the door and reaches down to throw off his boots, tossing them with a thud against the wall.
Once we’re both shoeless, I lift my sweater and then tank top up slowly and let him watch as I toss them onto the floor. Tom grabs my hips and pulls me closer, kissing me as he cups my breasts and teases my nipples.
Before I know it, he’s reaching around and unhooking my bra, and it is falling away from my body as well.
“Beautiful,” he says hotly, kissing the top of my breast while he continues to fondle me, eliciting sparks throughout my body.
“Tom,” I breathe out, grabbing onto his strong forearms to anchor myself.
Reaching down, he unzips my jeans and tugs them towards the floor as I wiggle to get out of them. Kicking them aside, I stand in front of him in nothing but my new black lace thong.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” he says, pulling me into another heated kiss. The taste of his warm mouth and the teasing feel of his tongue set me off, and I begin undressing him, wanting to feel the hard chest hidden behind that soft plaid.
Once his shirt has been successfully removed, I take my time teasing, sucking and tasting his warm skin with my tongue as my fingers move down to unfasten his jeans.
Tom grabs my hand before I’m able to successfully pull down the zipper.
“I was shot in the thigh,” he says anxiously.
“I know. It’s nothing I haven’t seen,” I remind him. Working in the ER, a gunshot wound is the least insane thing I see in any given week.
“I usually wear boxer briefs,” he says, continuing to play with my fingers, which are still poised to unzip his jeans. I’m hungry to touch him, to feel the hardness I know is just beneath those layers.
“Okay?” I say, wondering where this is going. If he is going commando, that is fine with me.
That would be HOT!
“But I can’t with my injury, because the leg band cut into my wound, and I don’t like boxers. I need support you know?”
I nod my head. I can see where he’s coming from; too long without a bra starts to feel uncomfortable. I can only imagine how uncomfortable it would be walking around flapping in the breeze. That ruins all dreams of my man going commando.
My
man?
What the fuck?
“I’m wearing briefs,” he says with a huff, looking down at me, still caressing my fingers with his own.
“Briefs? Okay, they don’t have like, My Little Ponies on them or something, do they?” I ask teasingly, wondering why he was being such a woman about his underwear.
“No!” he says indignantly.
“What? You could be a bronie. I wouldn’t judge. Okay, maybe I would, just a little. No, lets be honest, I wouldn’t be naked with you if you were.”
“What the fuck is a bronie? Do I even want to know what you’re talking about?” he asks, more relaxed by my playfulness.
“Probably not,” I say, grinning at him.
“I feel like I’m twelve years old wearing them. I’m sure I look ridiculous,” he says.
Tom then releases my fingers, and I slowly pull down the zipper of his jeans. They fall down to his ankles, where he quickly kicks them off and tears off his socks, tossing them into a pile.
I’m so distracted by the large, hard bulge beneath the white briefs that I don’t even notice the wound on his upper thigh. All I can do is stare at the underwear model in front of me.
“Really, Cowboy, I don’t care about what kind of underwear you wear. I only care about what’s inside of them, and you fill out those tighty whities very nicely.”
“Would you like to see what’s inside?” he asks, raising his eyebrows.
Instead of answering, I run my hands down his back and slide them into his underwear, cupping his naked behind. Then I drag them down until his hardening cock bobs out of the front, very excited to see me. His briefs drop to his ankles, and he then kicks them off.
I drop to my knees in front of him and take the tip of his cock into my mouth, sucking hard as my hands cup his backside, pulling him closer.
He moans with pleasure as his thick cock twitches between my lips. Releasing him, I run my firm tongue up his length from the base before taking him deep again, sucking hard.
“Fuck, baby, you know what you’re doing,” he says, complimenting me as his fingers tighten in my hair.
Just as I’m getting into a rhythm, I find myself yanked off of him, up in the air, and thrown over his shoulder. Before I can make heads or tails of what is going on, I’m being bounced onto the bed.
“The first time I come, it will be inside of you,” he growls, covering me with his body and giving me a plundering kiss.
His hand moves down my body, thumbing my already erect nipple before teasing my side and slipping between our bodies to cup my drenched panties.
“Are you wet for me?” he asks, before pulling them down and tossing them off the bed. His hand returns, cupping my sex while he gently strokes and teases my clit with his thumb.
“Yes,” I gasp when he thrusts two thick fingers deep inside of me. My hips buck at the sudden intrusion.
“So hot and wet, all for me,” he murmurs in my ear, before sucking my earlobe in time with the movement of his fingers deep inside of me.
“Tom, please, I need you,” I beg, as he continues to torment me.
I reach down to run my fingers along his happy trail, and scratch the tuft of hair before I take his cock in my hand and begin stroking it in time with his own movements.
Removing his fingers from my pulsing sex, he grabs my hand and lifts it away from his rock hard cock.
“Let’s slow down, baby. I want to make it last. I’ve only got one condom with me,” he says, moving down to suck a nipple between his lips before tugging it gently with his teeth, causing me to gasp and moan as a fire ignites within me.
Somehow I find the wherewithal to push him off, I smile before I move off the bed and walk over towards the door where my purse was tossed onto the ground.
Digging through it, I pull out the box of condoms I had spontaneously purchased earlier today. I toss it across the room, and Tom deftly catches it. His eyes widen with shock, and smiling wickedly, he crooks his finger at me.
As I approach the bed, his long arm comes out and hooks me around the middle, dragging me into the bed. I laugh in surprise as he tackles me onto the bed.
Feeling his hard body pressed into mine, I lose what little control I had left and roll us so I’m straddling him. He moans in pleasure as I kiss his neck and rub my body against his own. Tom’s hands are on my ass, grinding our sexes together as we both gasp in pleasure.
Placing my hands on his chest, I lift my body off of his, sitting up to feel his twitching hardness rubbing against my wet folds. The fingers that are gripping my hips tighten their hold as I continue to tease us both.
“God, June, you’ve got to stop. I’m about to explode,” he says, the tension evident in his voice.
“Isn’t that the point, Cowboy?” I ask breathlessly, as I bring myself closer and closer to the edge. I can feel my body tightening, preparing to fall into exquisite pleasure.
“Not before I get a taste of your sweetness,” he says, effortlessly flipping me onto my back so he’s looming above me.
“I wanted to be on top,” I say, pouting up at him and wrapping myself around him. He gives me a gentle kiss and whispers the erotic promise, “Next time.”
Pulling himself out of my hold, he kneels between my spread legs and takes my hands, placing them above my head.
“I don’t want you making me bald, baby. Don’t move your hands,” he says, then smiling wickedly adds, “Or I’ll have to get my handcuffs out.”
A shiver of pleasure runs through me at his words. My already soaked sex becomes, if possible, wetter, and my nipples tighten in anticipation.
I grab onto the pillow as he licks, sucks, and nips his way down my body. Stopping first to pay attention to my already swollen breasts, the journey makes me burn with excitement.
I shake in anticipation when he reaches the apex of my thighs and begins to run his nose along my heat, breathing in my excitement and nuzzling my curls.
I should’ve shaved or waxed at the spa earlier, instead of obsessing about my underwear. The sexy panties and bra I bought now lay forgotten on the floor.
“Baby, you smell so sweet,” he whispers, sucking the sensitive flesh on my inner thigh.
The firm flicking of his tongue on my clit surprises me. My hands automatically come down and grab his hair as I moan in frustrated pleasure.
Jerking his head of my grasp, he scowls at me playfully saying, “June, your hands.”
Coming back to myself, I untangle my fingers from his hair and place them back over my head, and grip the pillow tightly.
When I am again in position, Tom renews his assault on my nether region. He doesn’t taste my sex with careful strokes; he eats me with the ferocity of a starving man.
I love it!
“God, you’re good at this!” I pant out, as he brings me closer to the edge. My body begins to shake and tingle with my impending release.
“Tom, don’t stop!” I groan when he pulls away, just as I’m about to come. He moves so that his warm body is now over mine.
“We’re going to come together the first time,” he growls, rubbing his cock against my wet sex and nipping my earlobe. “While I’m deep inside of you.”
With a long arm, he reaches over and grabs the box of condoms from the nearby table. Tearing it open, he takes one out, tossing the rest aside.
“I’d ask you to put it on, but right now the feel of your hands would undo me before we even started,” he says tensely, leaning back on his heals to slide the condom in place.
The chill from the absence of his warmth is quickly dispelled as he moves back to loom over me. Holding his weight on his forearms, he tilts his head and kisses me.
It’s a gentle, thorough kiss, meant to leave me breathless and wanting more. Pulling away, he looks into my eyes; his own are a dark blue and hooded with desire.
“You sure you want to do this?” he asks breathlessly, and I can tell he’s having trouble holding onto his control.
I raise my legs and wrap them arou
nd his back in response, pulling him in closer.
“I need the words, baby,” he says seriously.
“Yes, Cowboy, I want you,” I say, pulling his head down to tangle my tongue with his.
Tom takes one of my hands down between us, and I help him guide his pulsing cock into my heat. Once the tip is nestled between my wet folds, he takes our hands, entwines our fingers, and raises them above our heads.
In one powerful thrust, he seats himself completely inside of me, making me gasp with the intrusion. My sex is stretched and filled like it hasn’t been in quite a while.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he says, breathing heavy above me.
“No, you’re just all man,” I say, panting as my body adjusts to his girth.
He smiles down at me and kisses my forehead as he whispers, “I’ll show you, just how much of a man I am.”
Tom then begins to move in long slow strokes, making us both feel every inch of our connection. I raise my legs further up onto his back, taking him in, if at all possible, deeper.
“June!” he groans, picking up the pace and starting to move faster.
“Tom!” I echo, as he moves his hips to grind his pelvis against my neglected clit.
“Do you like that?” he asks, copying the movement again, causing my sex to ignite.
“Yes,” I pant out, gripping his hands harder and strengthening my legs’ hold on his back.
“Are you going to come with me?” he asks, as his movements become harder and faster.
“Yes, I’m coming!” I say, as the white-hot explosion takes me by surprise. I can feel my inner muscles squeezing his cock, which answers by twitching, and after another stroke I feel Tom find his release as well.
He loosens the hold on my hands, but stays planted inside of me as he buries his face in my neck, his breathing labored.
“That was amazing,” I say breathlessly, feeling warm and sated.
“You’re amazing,” he replies, running a hand down my side and along my thigh, which has loosened its hold on him.
Tom glides his cock in and out of my wetness, kissing me lazily, prolonging our connection and the warmth we’ve created together.
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