by Maine, Miley
I always loved Christmas so much. When I became interested in sex, I had envisioned one day lying in front of a toasty fire and a wild man of my dreams making love to me. The man in my fantasies had always been faceless. But now I had a real life man to fantasize about.
“This was on my bucket list,” I said.
Logan put his hands behind my head and guided me all the way to the floor. “What was?”
“Making love in front of a fireplace at Christmas.”
“Not quite as daring as some of your other adventures.”
“It's not nearly as harmful either.”
He nipped the space between my neck and collarbone. “It had better not be because I don't plan to stop.”
I bared my neck to him. I didn't want him to stop either.
He pushed his hand under the Faded Air Force Academy sweatshirt I had borrowed for him. I suppose he wouldn't have a stash of t-shirts that read ‘CIA,’ seeing as how the members kept their employment to themselves.
I did not have on a bra. His large hands cupped my breast.
“I have condoms here. Do you want me to get one?”
I was reminded of the last time we had been together in this way. We have been in the shower at the Pine Hills Resort Hotel and I have been desperate and begged him not to leave. He had understood me. And he had given me what I needed.
“No. I don't need the condom. I still trust you.”
He growled from deep in his chest. “Then I'll skip it.” He kissed along my hairline. “I don't know if I can describe to you what it felt like inside your body with no barriers between us.”
“I felt the same way. Even though I was falling apart.”
He worked his fingers through the strands of my hair, brushing it back from my forehead. “I never should have left you there.”
I did not want him to spiral down this path again. I put my hand on his cheek. “No self-recrimination allowed. That's my Christmas rule.”
“Oh? You have a rule. Is that so? How are you going to enforce it?”
“Like this.” With my right arm up, I pushed my sweatshirt up, exposing my bare breasts to him.
His eyes darkened to the point where they looked pitch-black. He pulled back, just staring at my breasts. He moved suddenly, straddling my hips. He held my breasts in each hand and began to gently squeeze, pushing them together, rubbing his thumbs over my nipples.
He lowered his mouth, tasting the round swells. While his mouth was occupied with one side, he would gently pinch the nipple of the other breast.
My hips came off the floor. Immediately they made contact with him, where his legs were bracketing my hips.
“Was this a part of your fantasy?”
“It wasn't this specific.”
“Tell me about it.”
“It was a lot like this. But when I first started to imagine it, I didn't know what sex was like. It took a few years of college before my friends really started talking about details.” I moaned as he changed positions to lie down on top of me.
Through his athletic shorts I could feel his hard erection. The thin fabric did nothing to conceal the bulge. He angled himself so that his hard cock slid right over my core. The contact sparked my already explosive desire.
“How's your leg feeling? Do you want to ride me?”
“I barely noticed it. And yes, I would like to try that.”
He grabbed a kitchen chair. “In the future, we can do this on the floor and you can straddle me, and move yourself up and down on my cock at your own pace. I've heard it's good. But for now, we're going to keep the pressure off of your leg and your arm.”
“First we need to get these pants off.” He pressed a kiss against my stomach. And then he slowly worked my pants down, careful of the cut on my leg. He took a minute to rub his hands over my lacy panties. As expected, I was wet already. He peeled them off, and then pressed another kiss right over my hip.
He pushed my legs apart and looked right at my pussy. My face burned hot, but I didn’t protest. With the barest amount of pressure, he skimmed his finger over my folds. “How do you feel here? Not too sore?”
“No. It feels normal again.” By this morning, all the soreness was gone.
“Good. I was worried I took you too fast in the shower yesterday.”
“No. It was just right.”
With one last look, he moved away from me. Quickly, he sat down on the chair and pushed his athletic shorts off. He reached down to take my hand and helped me onto his lap.
He wrapped one arm around my waist and the other played with my hair. I was ready for him, but he wanted to take his time. I rolled my hips. His cock was trapped between our bodies and my stomach fluttered as his cock pulsed.
He spread his knees, which opened me to him. He parted my folds and began to rub the slick from my pussy over my clit. Then with aching slowness, he pushed that finger into my body.
Immediately, I clenched down, contracting my muscles. “You were right,” I breathed. “The angle makes it feel different.”
I fell forward, letting my head rest on his shoulder. My feet barely touched the floor, but I was able to leverage myself up and down on his finger, just a little bit. He added a second finger, and I hissed in pleasure. Feeling him penetrate me would never get old.
“When your arm and leg are healed, and I won’t worry about you falling, we’ll do this with you facing away from me.” He palmed my backside. “And then I’ll be able to see your sweet little bottom while I fuck you.”
“That sounds amazing.” What also sounded amazing was how often he mentioned us having a future together. We hadn’t discussed how that would happen, but the specifics didn’t matter to me. I’d rather have a great long-distance relationship with Logan than a mediocre one with someone who lived close to me.
“Alright,” he said right into my ear as he removed his fingers from my body. “Let’s get you on my cock.”
30
Logan
Making love with someone that I actually loved made all the difference in the world. With Bethany, our time together had never been just sex. Not even the very first time.
As usual, Beth was slick and open, ready for my cock. I lifted her narrow hips up, and held onto my cock as the head of my cock separated her folds. I held onto her, letting her slide down slowly, until she got the feel for what it was like to be impaled on my cock while sitting in my lap.
From the look on her face she liked it quite a bit.
To stave off my impending orgasm, I had to grab the edge of the chair and hold on tight. Sliding into her pussy with no condom had me teetering on the brink of climax. I gritted my teeth as I adjusted to the feeling of her slick walls gripping my cock.
We’d done it before, but that time in the shower had been desperate, fueled by my fear that I’d lose her for good. I'd been facing my own death that day, and while making love to her had been cathartic and life-affirming, I was thankful I was getting a new memory to replace it.
Her fantasy about sex in front of the Christmas tree had a lot of merit. Watching her get so excited, now that was fucking sexy as hell.
I was thrilled to find out that Bethany’s sense of adventure carried over into the bedroom. I had mentioned the reverse cowgirl position, and she was up for trying it. I have never been with someone so receptive to new ideas in bed. I imagined what it would be like to take her to a lingerie store, and buy her a different set of lingerie for each day of the week.
When I had asked her to bake in her bra and panties, I had not expected her to actually do it. But not only had she done it eagerly, she seemed to enjoy it. I didn’t mention the high heels; that was her idea. I would have expected a virgin to be timid and shy in bed. But not Bethany.
Each time we were intimate she approached it with no fear and no wariness. Even now she was experimenting with what kind of stimulation she liked from this position. Using the balls of her feet to propel herself, she tried long slow slides up and down my cock. Then she tried
short, fast strokes.
Both of them were driving me out of my mind. I didn't think I'd last much longer, but she had not come yet. I wanted her to be able to come on my cock from this position.
She curved her spine back, which pressed her breasts forward. They were right in front of my face. I took one of her pert breasts into my mouth, tonguing at her nipple as she rose and fell on my cock.
“Logan!”
“I know,” I said. It feels good doesn't it? You like it when I fuck you.”
“Yes. I need it.”
I needed it too. Forever.
Transfixed, I stared at my girl. In the dim firelight, her skin was luminescent. Her back was arched, and her eyes were closed. Her red hair fell around her shoulders, and there was just the tiniest smile on her beautiful face.
I would never get enough of looking at her. Or of fucking her.
* * *
Bethany and I had not discussed how we would move forward in our relationship. We had only just realized that one was possible. Before Johannes was taken care of I had considered it out of the question.
But now we had a path forward.
She lived twenty hours away but she had significant ties to her city and her home state. I had very few ties to Utah. In fact, my only connection to the state was the fact that I owned a cabin and land here. I would not be asking her to move to be with me. I also would not allow her to sacrifice her life and her friends to move closer to me.
In six months she would be a college graduate. She would have significantly more options open to her then.
But if she wanted to continue living in the city, I would have to consider if that was something I was willing to do. I would probably go anywhere in the world. The only question is how much city life I could tolerate. It might be time for me to go back into therapy. Fuck. I really was serious about her if I was willing to walk back into a fucking therapist’s office for this girl.
There was another big issue I’d need to discuss with her at some point, before we got serious -- kids.
I had never considered becoming a father. My life in the CIA had been too dangerous, too unpredictable. There were plenty of parents in the CIA but Cameron and I had often volunteered for some of the most risky assignments. I had assumed that would change once Cameron had his own family and kids.
But I never got to find out if that would happen.
I owed my friend an apology. I'd spent so much time wallowing in the past year that I had not been there for him. He did manage to move on far better than I had.
I wasn't opposed to having kids. Especially not now that I was retired. Because both Bethany and I had our own wealth, we would have plenty of time to devote to children. I would not be like my father, obsessed with status and prestige. If we had a child, I would coach softball games and read stories and chat room field trips. That was the kind of parent my classmates had.
That was the kind of parent I had wanted. But I could change that for my own child. I could be that..
But Bethany might not even want kids. She had never once mentioned them beyond speaking fondly of her younger brother and sister. But loving your younger siblings did not mean you wanted your own children.
And that was fine too. I could go either way. She was only twenty-two years old, and we could easily wait fifteen more years to start a family, if we wanted to. And maybe she would not want to be tied down with me this early either. After all, I was thirty-four. I had many more years to explore the world before settling down.
I looked down. She was fast asleep in my arms.
I picked her up to carry her to bed, pausing in front of the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree. Even though it had been difficult for me, I was so glad I had let her sprinkle Christmas all over my house.
31
Bethany
Once again, I woke up warm and snuggly in Logan’s bed.
Then I realized what day it was. December 24th. “It's Christmas Eve!” I yelled out. I hopped out of bed, forgetting about my injured leg, but it didn’t hurt at all.
I looked down. I was completely naked. My face burned. It must be crimson. But I was not embarrassed. How could I be? I had everything I wanted.
I wanted to put on a new pair of Christmas pajamas I bought at the grocery store with Logan but I needed to clean it first. I grabbed a red buffalo-plaid blanket from the bed and ran toward the living room.
Logan was cutting strips of something with a sharp knife. “It’s beef jerky,” he said. “I'm making it myself.”
“That’s very resourceful,”I said. “But do you realize what day it is?”
The corner of Logan's lip turned up, which was more than I had hoped for. “I hardly think I could miss it,” he said.
I ran to the front window; I was going to have a white Christmas. “Wow. This sky is clear. The storm is over.”
Just seconds later Logan joined me. He rested his chin on top of my head. “I'll check the radar. But if it's really cleared we can go up in the plane.” He kissed my temple. “Would you like that?”
I spun around and threw my arms around his neck. “Really? You would do that for me?”
“Yes it would be my pleasure.”
I flung my arms around him. I was so excited that I dropped the blanket. “Oops.”
“I hardly think you naked is cause for an oops.” Logan wrapped his arms around my waist. “But you are going to get cold.” He smacked my bottom. “Go get dressed.”
“I guess I need real clothes. And not my new pajamas.”
“Yep. I’m not letting you go out in public with pajamas on.”
“Would you be embarrassed?”
“No. I don't want any guys noticing how hot you look.” He made a menacing face. “I’d have to kill them.”
I threw my head back and laughed. “I don’t think anyone’s going to get too excited over my supermarket pajamas with Christmas trees decorated like cacti.”
“You’d be surprised.” He trailed one finger down my neck and over my breasts. “You can see the outline of your pretty chest right through that thin fabric. Believe me. Guys would notice.”
“Even in silly pajamas?”
“Even then.”
He kissed me, and then let go. I wondered how many years he’d make me weak in the knees. “Go get dressed. We’d better leave now in case the weather turns.”
I hurried. I found my fitted jeans, and a tight green sweater. I added a red necklace for a little bit of Christmas. My mom would say it was gaudy, but I didn’t care. If I had an extra one, I’d wear one of the salt dough stars as a necklace.
Logan dressed in his usual, a henley that clung to his well-defined chest and a pair of faded jeans and boots. I smoothed my hands over his chest. “I don’t know how I feel about you wearing this out in public either.”
He chuckled. “Are you afraid women are going to look at me?”
“Of course!”
“Well, they don’t.”
“Oh they do. You just don’t know it.”
“I’m an asshole. They don’t want anything to do with me.”
I doubted he believed that. Anyone as worldly as Logan would know many women craved a guy with an edge. Logan would also have to know that women would be desperate for his attention, edge or not.
We got all bundled up and headed down the mountain. “Oh! I brought some salt-dough ornaments for Ruth who owns the pub.”
“Why?”
“Why? Because it’s nice. And she likes you.”
“Okay.”
I rolled my eyes. If Logan actually had a problem going to see Ruth, he would let me know.
As we walked into the Blue Moose Pub, Ruth greeted us with open arms. “Logan! I was beginning to wonder if I'd ever see you again.”
I nudged him with my elbow.
He cleared his throat. “This is Bethany. My girlfriend.”
I wasn't going to lie. That gave me a little charge.
“Oh honey. You've got yourself a keeper,” she
said to me. “He helped me when everyone else just stood around staring.”
“I can believe that. He helped me too.”
“Oh? Well good. You and I can trade stories.”
It was clear she wanted to know the whole story. Next to me, Logan was shifting around. He clearly wanted to leave. But I wanted to hear about my dashing boyfriend who saved the pub for her.
So I told her the whole story about how I wanted to do some extreme skiing and Logan told me no. I described how I was determined to do it anyway and how Logan found me and rescued me.
Ruth hung on every word. “That does not surprise me one bit. You hold onto that man.”
“I plan to do exactly that.” I pushed the little bag of ornaments forward. “We bought you some homemade salt dough ornaments.”
“Oh darlin’. That was so sweet of you to think of me. I have just the spot. We’ll have few regulars come in tonight to celebrate.” She grabbed a footstool and dragged it near her somewhat scraggly tree. “I better hang them up now before I break them.”
Logan took them from her. “Please let me get those for you.”
She pointed out where she wanted them and Logan did the honors. Even though I had made them, I had to admit that the little ornaments looked good on her tree. They were perfect for a pub setting.
“We’d better go, Ruth. I’m going to be Logan’s passenger again today.”
She hugged us both bye, and we took off toward the plane. Once we were up in the air, the scenery was as beautiful as before, but it was nice to be alone with Logan. Logan took me in a different direction, and pointed out all the landmarks he was familiar with. He flew me over the Great Salt Lake, and then turned around and we flew over the border of Wyoming.
Seeing it from a small plane was far better than looking down from a commercial flight.
“Thank you so much,” I said. “This has been a magical Christmas.”
He didn’t say anything for a while, but I could see that he was pleased.
