Driving Me to Christmas by Julie Farrell
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Copyright © 2014 by Julie Farrell
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Chapter One
Waking up horny filled Sam with the excitement of a million Christmas mornings.
She opened her eyes and nuzzled into Verlaine’s downy chest, warming herself with the glow of his love. She wondered what time it was. It was dark and chilly in their bedroom, but that didn’t necessarily mean it was night-time. Friday 21st December. The shortest day of the year and the final working day before a two-week Christmas break.
Christmas... Bah, humbug, and all that. Sam always tried her best to enjoy this festive period. She liked open-fires, fairy lights, and even the cheesy tunes. But the enforced happiness of the season often served as a stark reminder that her dead parents were gone forever. She missed them, especially her mum. And Christmas was a time for family.
Thailand was meant to be a blessed escape. Sam had been beside herself with excitement for months at the prospect of jetting away with her gorgeous boyfriend tomorrow. They’d saved hard all year, and everyone knew he was planning to propose on the beach, in the sunshine.
But last week, those plans had been scuppered. Sam still couldn’t understand why Gemma – her heavily pregnant sister – had kicked out her loving husband, like Scrooge evicting the saintly Bob Cratchit. But whatever Gemma’s reasons, Sam had refused to leave her closest family member on her own for Christmas – so they’d cancelled the holiday, and thankfully got most of their money back.
But now Christmas was going to be even worse because…
Verlaine snuffled and stretched, pulling Sam back to the here and now. She grinned as her thoughts turned to lust. Her body juddered into life, like a car engine on an icy morning. Verlaine was holding her lightly in his arms, and his body heat triggered arousal between her thighs. The world beyond this room was cold and gloomy, but Sam knew how to make their private universe pulse with joy. It’s a wonderful life, she thought.
Even in the dark, Sam could feel the cosiness of their little bedroom soothing her. The double bed took up most the space, with the wardrobe and dressing table squeezed in without an inch to spare. Their furniture wasn’t new, but that didn’t matter. Even though neither of them was rich, their home provided everything they needed – food in the kitchen, clothes in the closet, and lots of love in their hearts.
And in their bed…
Sam wrapped her leg over Verlaine’s thighs and kissed him on the side of the face, enjoying the feel of his stubble against her lips.
“Good morning, angel,” he whispered.
Sam nibbled his neck. “Good morning.”
A thrilling idea struck Sam. It was dark in here – a little role play might be fun!
“Hmm,” she said. “I seem to have woken up with a sexy mechanic. What would my boyfriend say if he caught us in bed together?”
Verlaine chuckled and pulled her close. “I don’t think he’d be too pleased.”
“But it’s so cold out there. Surely my boyfriend would understand if you warmed me up? You could warm me up for him?”
Verlaine reached down and fondled her thigh. “I’m sure he’d allow that.”
Sam rolled on top of him and writhed her naked body over his, rubbing her breasts against his warm chest – knowing it turned him on, and relishing the exquisite sensation herself. His hands fell around her ass and he pulled her strongly against his morning glory, which dug eagerly into the front of Sam’s pelvis. She ground her hips against his rock-hard cock, lazily pleasuring herself against him.
Their lips met and she kissed him hungrily, feeling excited that she couldn’t see him but knowing it was her man from his gorgeous masculine smell. He squeezed her buttocks hard, rubbing her clit back and forth against his erection, turning them both on and making her gasp.
Sam kissed him ‘farewell’, then scrabbled upwards and lowered her breasts over Verlaine’s face, so he could caress her nipples with his lips. It felt electrifying to be sprawled over her man on her hands and knees like this – ass in the air, being worked on from below. But she knew it was delightful for Verlaine, too – what man wouldn’t want to be woken up and offered some tits to lick first thing in the morning?
Verlaine groaned as he sucked and teased Sam’s nipples, then he raised his hand and massaged her clit, making her feel as if she was being ‘serviced’ from all angles. Now she just needed a hot stud to come up behind and fuck her hard. As if to answer her desires, Verlaine’s fingers slipped inside her, making her judder and moan with joy. She craved for him to completely possess her; to propel her towards absolute pleasure.
“Getting warmer?” he panted.
“Oh yeah!”
Verlaine suddenly came to life and rolled them both over, making Sam cry out playfully. “Wah!”
Sam giggled as she found herself lying on her stomach, with him covering her body. The sudden movement whooshed even more electric excitement over her, as did the feel of him resting on top. He was taking most of his weight on his upper-arms, which were firmly planted either side of her shoulders, meaning he was effectively holding her in place.
He dropped his mouth to her ear. “I fucking love you, baby!”
He lightly bit her neck, making her feel like a lioness being pleasured by an alpha-lion. She ground her clit into the mattress, already starting to feel the excitement take her. Verlaine positioned his erection between her thighs, rubbing it over the outside of her pussy, making her wet. It was sexy yet comforting to be attended to in this way – wrapped in a Verlaine-blanket, knowing he wanted nothing more than to take care of her. But it was exciting and naughty too, somehow.
Verlaine thrust his hips, causing his balls to bang against her thigh. “You ready for me, goddess?”
“Absolutely!” she panted.
Verlaine shifted his position and angled his hips upwards, so that the tip of his cock thrust into the opening of her pussy. She groaned in pleasure, enjoying the feel of having her legs straight behind her and her thighs close – it focused the wonderful sensations into that one area, magnifying them intensely. Verlaine was a bit too big for her, which was okay once it was in, but it took delicacy and tenderness to get there.
“Okay, baby?” he asked.
“Hmm, yes!”
Verlaine nibbled her ear and panted as he continued to thrust. “It feels fucking awesome to me,” he whispered. “You’re so tight and warm.”
Sam’s body shuddered as his lusty words struck her deep. He was thrusting faster now, but still only in the opening, which felt teasily tantalising. She pushed her hips backwards, easing herself over him, drawing his hard cock further in
side. Towards ecstasy.
Verlaine reached his hand around and eased his fingers between Sam’s grinding pelvis and the mattress. He worked on her clit as he continued to thrust his hips, pushing himself all the way inside her and using his splayed knees against the bed for leverage. A wave of pleasure flashed through Sam, and she arched her back, craning to kiss him. He kissed her passionately on the lips, then gently pushed her shoulders down.
“Just enjoy it,” he whispered. “Let me do this for you.”
Sam groaned inaudibly, then lowered her head and found his forearm on the pillow. She rested her cheek against his soft skin as he rocked them together on the bed, making it creak wildly beneath them. This position was perfect for Verlaine’s cock to pleasure Sam’s G-spot, and she quickly started to melt into her surroundings. The feel of his fingers fondling her clit propelled her lust over the edge and the orgasm caught. The ecstasy rose tightly in her abdomen, then rushed across her body like wild-fire. She clenched her fists and pushed back into Verlaine, grinding her hips and taking control, ensuring she drew out the orgasm to its fullest. The joy became so intense, she thought it might rip her apart – but in the most magnificent way. She buried her face into Verlaine’s arm and allowed her glorious groans to burst out into the world, feeling – and sounding – like an untamed animal.
She sensed Verlaine tense behind her as he shot his load deep inside. He instinctively pulled them even tighter together, giving Sam another wave of joy. She gasped and groaned, riding high on this delightful plane of reality – where her lover was so proud to send her. She grinned instinctively as the waves slowly decreased, leaving a secure feeling of contentment in their wake.
Eventually, the world drifted back, but her world was changed now. No matter what else happened today, she could carry this euphoric tingling with her. Nothing could take away the wonderful bond between Sam and her man – even later, when they were busy with their daily lives.
Verlaine hugged her affectionately from behind, kissing her madly on the cheek.
“I love you so much, Sam Jenkins!”
She giggled. She could still feel his semi-hard cock inside her, so she tensed her pelvic muscles, giving them both a final thrill. Verlaine gasped in joyful surprise.
He kissed her again. “I’m so lucky.”
She turned her head to gaze at him. The sun had risen while they’d been making love and Sam could now see Verlaine’s sleepy – yet satisfied – face in the dawn-light. His long brown curls almost touched his shoulders these days, and they were currently falling in his face. He hooked his hair behind his ear and stared lovingly into her eyes. She knew how much Gemma wanted him to smarten up for work, but Sam loved his rough-and-rugged look, and luckily, her preferences generally overrode her sister’s.
“I love you, too, baby,” Sam said. “So much.”
He respectfully withdrew, then wrapped his arms around her, pulling them both down as he flopped onto his back. They giggled like children, still buzzing in the aftermath of their lovemaking. Sam snuggled into the crook of his arm and draped herself around his warm body. He pulled the covers over them, insulating them both in their cocoon.
“Did you like it?” Sam asked.
Verlaine chuckled. “Oh god, Sam. You know as long as you do, then I always will. It’s my pleasure to hear you enjoying yourself like that – so loud and delicious. And the feel of your pussy contracting around me when you’re lost. It’s honestly the biggest thrill and honour.”
She grinned. “You’re so lovely.”
“You’re awesome!”
They shared a peaceful smile. Sam’s ears tuned into the heavy rainfall outside, which tried to drag her mood down to its own gloomy level. She refused to be taken.
She ran her fingers over Verlaine’s soft chest hair. “It’s December twenty-first. You know what that means, don’t you?”
“We were supposed to be going to Thailand tomorrow?”
“Yeah, but also, it’s the shortest day. It means the days’ll slowly get longer from now on. So we just need to get past today, and we’ll have survived another winter!”
Verlaine kissed her. “First, let’s survive Christmas with my parents!”
Sam sighed. Oh yes, the Americans were coming to London for Christmas. She liked Verlaine’s parents, but she wasn’t too keen on spending Christmas with them. And Thailand had been the perfect excuse. But now... Apparently, it’d been a family tradition for Patty – Verlaine’s British-born mother – to bring Verlaine and his dad here for Christmas when Verlaine was a child. They’d stayed in a big house by the coast, where the British side of the family would join them. Verlaine’s grandparents were long dead and his cousins had moved away, but this year Patty had decided to relive the Christmas experience. As soon as she’d found out that Sam and Verlaine weren’t heading to Thailand after all, she’d insisted they come to the house, inviting Gemma along, too, and booking tickets to a posh Christmas Eve ball.
But worse than that, the old tradition of coming here for Christmas had included Patty’s best friend Ellie and her daughter Rebecca. The two families had apparently been close back then, and Ellie was actually Verlaine’s godmother. Sam could understand why Patty was keen for Ellie and Rebecca to come over. Rebecca’s dad had died a few months ago, and she was currently in the middle of a messy divorce, so it would be nice for Rebecca to grab a bit of nostalgia with Verlaine’s parents. The trouble was, Rebecca had been Verlaine’s first serious girlfriend back in Michigan, and Sam didn’t know whether there was unfinished business between them all these years later.
She kissed Verlaine’s toned pec. “I’m a bit worried about this American invasion, baby. I don’t think your mum likes me.”
“Course she does. How could she not?”
“Well, when I told her at Thanksgiving that I don’t really want kids, she almost choked on her cranberry sauce!”
“Baby, don’t worry; she knows it’s my life. I’m not a grandchild-producing machine, and neither are you.”
“But you said you’d possibly like to have children.”
“Yeah, but I also said not if it means losing you. I’d rather have you and no kids, than no you. You’re the love of my life; not some imaginary little people who may or may not one day exist.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.” He squeezed her in his arms. “And you know that’s the reason me and Bex broke up, right?”
His words pierced Sam’s heart like a metal spike. She sat up suddenly, wafting cold air between them. “You didn’t tell me that was why you split up.”
“It’s no big deal. But Bex wanted to get married and start a family. I wasn’t ready for that so she broke up with me. Actually, she broke my heart. That’s why I came here to live in the UK. I told you that, right?”
“No you didn’t.”
Verlaine reached up and tried to ease her back into his arms, but Sam sat and stared at him. Why did men have to be so brutally honest? Verlaine seemed to think telling her this now – when Rebecca was about to come here for Christmas – would put her mind at ease. Hadn’t he learnt anything about how to communicate with women!
Her mind reeled. “So Rebecca broke your heart? You still loved her when she split up with you?”
“Yeah. But don’t worry, baby, obviously there’s nothing between us now. Would-ya lie down, please?”
Sam bent at the waist and snuggled back into his arms.
“Relax, baby,” he said. “You’re so tense!”
“Can you blame me? You were still in love with your ex when she ended it.”
“Sam, that was seven years ago. There’s nothing to worry about. To be honest, I think she broke up with me as a test, you know, to see how serious I was about her. To see if I’d propose to win her back. But, much as I loved her, I couldn’t do that. I knew she wasn’t the woman I wanted to spend forever with, not if she was gonna try tricks like that.”
Sam’s heart pounded in her throat. She tried to get a gri
p on reality, but it was suddenly all blurry and intangible. Did Verlaine still harbour feelings for Rebecca?
Don’t be paranoid, Sam. He loves you.
She decided to change the subject. “So your mum does like me, then?”
“She loves you. Almost as much as I do. You’re sweetest person I know. I mean, who else would give up a trip to Thailand to stay home and take care of their sister?”
“Everyone would.”
“No they wouldn’t. You’re special. You light up people’s lives with that smile of yours. You’re considerate and kind, and I love you. And so do my parents, okay?”
“Okay. Thank you, baby.”
“No problem.” He kissed her on the forehead. “Hey, you got the time?”
She glanced at the bedside clock. “Er… ten-to-nine.”
“Oh shit!” Verlaine threw back the covers and scrambled out of bed. “I’m gonna be late – Miss Jenkins is gonna kill me!”
Sam chuckled at his insistence at calling Gemma that. “Why? It’s the last working day before Christmas. What could possibly be so important?”
Verlaine struggled into a pair of crumpled boxer-briefs he’d found on the floor. “We’re out at a car auction. Gates open at ten – she wants us there early so we can look at the stock. Can I take your car? I’ll never make it on the Tube?”
“Of course.”
“Thanks, baby. I’ll see you later. If your sister doesn’t rip my head off.”
“Okay. Have a nice day.”
He pulled on his trousers, grabbed a sweater, and headed for the bedroom door.
Sam put on a stern voice. “Verlaine, aren’t you forgetting something?”
He darted back over and kissed her tenderly on the lips. “Sorry – I love you.”
She smirked. “I meant the car keys. They’re on the dressing table.”
They both laughed. He kissed her again, then grabbed his padded lumberjack shirt and fled out the door.
Sam sat there in the aftermath. Okay, her boyfriend – hopefully soon-to-be fiancé – had just revealed that the reason he’d left America was because his ex-girlfriend had broken his heart. And tomorrow this ex-girlfriend was coming to the UK, at Christmas, which was a hard time for Sam anyway.
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