by Raine, Alice
Looking down at the top of his head as he thoroughly dried my leg and intermittently dropped small kisses up my thigh I smiled as I realised that considering what I had in mind next for my last ‘gift,’ his timing of this little controlling gesture really couldn’t have been better.
Once we were both dry I took his hand and led him towards the gigantic bed before pausing by the side to turn and face him. His face was flushed, probably from the warmth of the hot tub, but seeing as he was still fully and unashamedly erect, I hoped a part of his flush might also have been from arousal.
‘For my final Christmas gift …’ I paused and bit my lower lip, glancing mischievously at the bed and then back at Nicholas’ expectant face. ‘I want to be in charge in bed for the rest of the night.’ Nicholas didn’t officially ‘dominate’ me in the bedroom as such; there were no safe words or rules in our relationship, but his intense manner and need for control did usually mean that he took the lead role; not that I minded, he was so thoughtful and focused on my pleasure that I had no complaints whatsoever, but tonight I just felt the urge to give a little bit of it back.
At my words I initially I saw shock on his face, but as I trailed one hand teasingly across the flat expanse of his stomach I watched with glee as he shivered under my touch and then grinned. ‘That sounds more like a Christmas gift for me, Becky, not you,’ he murmured as his erection bobbed upwards desperately seeking my hand.
Finally giving him what he wanted I gently circled my fingers around the base of his cock, barely touching his flesh but no doubt teasing him, because he immediately cursed and thrust his hips jerkily into my hand.
‘Perhaps. But I would enjoy it just as much as you, Nicholas, so maybe we could call it a joint gift. What do you say? Can I have this last present?’ With just the lightest of touches I began a slow, teasing exploration with my fingertips; tracing the veins on the underside of his throbbing shaft and wiping the moisture from the tip around the swollen head with my thumb.
‘Christ … you can have whatever you like, just don’t stop doing that …’ His voice was cracking and as I glanced back at his face I saw Nicholas had his head tipped back, eyes closed, and shoulders held tense from my teasing.
I didn’t plan on doing anything particularly kinky; that was Nicholas’ area of speciality. What I really wanted to do was simply make Nicholas feel just as treasured and worshipped as he always made me feel. Releasing my grip on his cock Nicholas groaned and opened his eyes to reveal his lust-filled gaze and hugely dilated pupils. ‘Lie on the bed, face up.’ I whispered softly, flashing him my best attempt at a ‘come hither’ look.
Obliging me immediately he crawled up the bed and positioned himself as I had requested, staring at me with a heavy-lidded look that was so sexy that I shuddered with pleasure and felt moisture gather between my legs. After briefly making a trip to the bathroom to grab something I’d spotted in there earlier, I crawled up alongside him, stowed my surprise under one pillow, and then set about placing his hands above his head so the fingers were curled around the wooden head board. ‘Keep these here,’ I requested, I didn’t want to tie him, but hopefully just my request would be enough to keep his hands still.
Moving myself down again I placed a soft kiss on his smiling lips, which quickly deepened as Nicholas raised his head and captured my lips with such searing intensity that I almost lost my balance and tumbled down on top of him. It was amazing, even with me supposedly in charge he managed to take the lead! As his kiss worked its usual magic I very nearly capitulated and begged Nicholas to take me straight away, but shaking my head with a rueful grin I pulled back to clear my head, and instead set off dropping a teasing trail of kisses all over his exposed body. Even though I pretty much had his body committed to memory now I explored and worshipped every inch of his skin as if it were my first time, deliberately avoiding the one area of his anatomy that so clearly wanted my attention.
Once I was satisfied that I had Nicholas just about as wound up as he could get – he was writhing almost frantically below me – I finally moved my hand and gently traced a trail from his belly button down through the soft hair on his stomach and then ran my hand down and around his groin to his balls. Cupping them gently in my hand I rolled them in my palm and glanced up to see the heated look he was giving me with his lust-glazed eyes. ‘Keep still now, Nicholas, or I’ll have to stop,’ I warned him in a mock chiding voice. It was such fun to be in control and use the lines he’d used on me so many time in the past!
I don’t know if he took my warning at face value, or if Nicholas were secretly just loving me being in charge, but he stilled immediately and flashed me a wink which had me grinning up at him. Finally I lowered my head and put him out of his misery by running my tongue down the full length of his swollen cock, causing him to let out a noise similar to a bark as it jumped upwards and bobbed against my lips hopefully.
Circling my hand around the base I began a slow rhythm which I met with my mouth as I wrapped my lips more firmly around the heat of his solid arousal and began to move more purposefully. This time his response was more than just his arousal bobbing upwards, because Nicholas spontaneously thrust himself into my mouth and very nearly made me gag.
‘Christ … sorry, Rebecca … but that feels so bloody good,’ he muttered through gritted teeth as his knuckles noticeably tightened their grip on the headboard. Suitably pleased with his reaction I regained control and continued my movements, increasing the speed of both my hand and my mouth, sucking and licking him greedily whilst moving my hand up and down as smoothly as I could. I knew he was close when I felt his balls tighten in my hand and his belly tense below me, so I gave an extra push and put all my effort into hollowing out my cheeks as I sucked for all I was worth until Nicholas groaned, writhed below me, and then yelled as he found his release in my mouth in an explosive spurt of hot liquid. Working him down from his fiery climax I gentled my motions, licking him clean until I finally lifted my head and shyly looked up to meet his gaze.
‘That was … wow … incredible, Rebecca …’ He seemed almost lost for words, and then suddenly in one fluid motion Nicholas released the headboard and in lightning speed he had grabbed me, rolled us over, and was kissing the life out of me. Crikey, I’d hardly felt him move! Indulging him for several minutes as his hands roved over my body and his tongue ruthlessly plundered my mouth I enjoyed his skilful barrage until I came back to my senses and gently pushed him back. ‘As much as I’m enjoying that, Nicholas, I seem to remember you gave control over to me for the night,’ I panted.
‘You mean you have more in store for me, Rebecca?’ Leaning back he eyed me with a glitteringly seductive look so hot it almost stopped my breath, and then took me completely by surprise by actually obeying my order and removing himself from on top of me. Half of me was slightly disappointed by the sudden loss of contact, but after strictly reminding myself that I had the rare opportunity to worship this man the way he always did me, I pulled myself to a sitting position and tried to compose myself.
‘I do. Lie down on your front now, please.’
Rolling over to follow my instruction he flashed me a rueful glance as he adjusted his cock which was already semi-hard again. I couldn’t help but giggle at him, he was so insatiable he was like the frigging Duracell bunny! Or perhaps that should be Rampant Rabbit …
Once he had his tackle tucked up beneath him in a comfortable position Nicholas stretched his gorgeous long legs out and moved his arms so they were bent up on either side of his head. His face was turned sideways with his eyes locked on mine and he smiled slowly at the appraising look I was giving his beautiful arse.
‘I’m intrigued by this new position, Becky … now that you have me here, what do you have planned for me?’
Laughing softly I wiggled my eyebrows and then moved out of his line of sight so that I was kneeling, straddling his firm arse. ‘You’ll find out soon enough,’ I mumbled as I adjusted my position lower so that I was sat on his thighs staring st
raight at his arse cheeks. Drawing in a breath I let it out so slowly that it puffed my cheeks out as I looked at the utter perfection of his body. God, I loved Nicholas’ bum, it was so firm and full that I just wanted to squeeze it every time I saw it, which, given how often he chose to tempt me by walking around in all his naked glory, was quite often. Ignoring my immediate urge I knew I would get the pleasure of his backside under my fingertips soon enough, so diverted my hand under the pillow to find the little bottle I had grabbed from the bathroom earlier.
I suspected the basil massage oil that the hotel provided was intended for use on sore muscles after a long day in the snow, but what I had in mind should hopefully be far more sensuous and relaxing for the man currently laid between my legs.
Pouring a small amount of the oil into my palm I rubbed it between my hands. As it warmed my nostrils were filled with the aroma of basil, which was almost sweet and spicy at the time, with orange and minty notes that were just as relaxing for me as I hoped they would be for Nicholas.
Placing my hands on his shoulders I allowed the warm slippery oil to guide my first gentle movements as I ran my hands in a reflected pattern across his shoulders and down the centre of his back.
‘A massage, huh?’ he mumbled below me, his voice half-hidden by the duvet but sounding rather pleased.
‘Yep.’ I leant up to apply a little more pressure to a slightly tight spot above his pelvis and he groaned his appreciation. ‘I wanted to shower you with attention like you always do to me, Nicholas.’ My hands made the return journey up his back, running across every single delightful muscle alternating between firm and soft motions depending on how tight his body felt. ‘I hope it’s OK? Perhaps not quite as sexual as you were expecting?’ I asked, suddenly a little worried that he might be disappointed that he was getting a massage and not more sex, although to be fair, over the last few days we had indulged in more than enough sex to keep even Nicholas satisfied.
‘It’s perfect. Amazing. Don’t stop,’ he reassured me in a groggy, relaxed tone.
‘OK.’ As I continued my massage, leaving no part of his back untouched, I briefly leant forwards and placed a quick kiss on the back of his head, ‘I love you, Nicholas,’ I whispered into his hair. The response I got from Nicholas was close to a growl as it radiated through his ribcage into my fingertips. ‘Not as much as I love you, Rebecca.’
Laughing lightly at his response – it was his stock reply whenever I told him I loved him – I moved my hands lower and finally indulged myself in some fondling of his gorgeous arse. ‘We’ll have to agree to disagree on that,’ I murmured, the reply I always gave him back.
Kneading more firmly at the globes of his bum I made sure every inch of his skin had had the same amount of attention before I once again set about skimming my hands over the entirety of his back. This time I used a lighter pass aimed at really relaxing him, which it seemed to do because gradually his whole body began to soften and unwind under my hands.
As I leant myself forwards to slide my hands around the sides of his ribcage I realised my massage had possibly been a bit too good because I heard a soft snore escape from Nicholas lips. Stretching up I saw his eyes were shut, his lashes fluttering gently on his cheeks with a look of complete contentment on his face. I hadn’t actually intended to send him to sleep, but seeing as it was so late – or should that be early? – I decided it was probably the perfect outcome for him. He’d put so much effort into this trip and been completely attentive to every single one of my needs over the past few days that this was the least I could for him.
Removing myself from the bed as carefully as I could, I did my best at washing the greasy oil from my fingers and then took some of the soft paper hand towels and gently cleaned the excess oil from Nicholas’ body. Once the towels were disposed of, I covered him with the blankets, switched off the lights, and climbed into bed to snuggle up to my amazing man.
Chapter Eight
Nicholas
My eyelids were so blissfully heavy I could barely manage to open them to see if it was daylight or not. I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt so well rested; my body was loose and sated and best of all I was curled around the sleeping warmth of Rebecca. Suddenly remembering the reason why I felt so relaxed I stilled and ran my mind back over the events of the previous evening before wincing. Fuck! I couldn’t believe I’d fallen asleep! After all the effort Rebecca had gone to giving me an amazing blowjob and then fantastic massage and how had I repaid her? I had bloody well fallen asleep! What an idiot. Cursing myself I chewed on my lower lip whilst I tried to plan how I could make it up to her.
As I lay there listening to soft breathing of the only woman I had and would ever love, I suddenly had an idea. It was quite a kinky idea, not something we’d done for a while, but Rebecca always seemed pretty keen on my kinkster side when I rolled it out, so I was fairly sure she’d enjoy it.
Slipping from the bed with a sly smile on my face I padded across the room to my suitcase, glad that I’d had the foresight to pack some extra little goodies for our trip.
Rebecca
My brain was still foggy with sleep, but I grinned lazily as I felt Nicholas’ face, complete with morning stubble, rubbing across my chest as he kissed and nibbled at my breasts, awakening not only my mind, but my nipples and my sex drive too. Suddenly I was very, very awake, as I felt the unmistakable pinch of a nipple clamp being applied to my left breast. On the rare occasions that Nicholas and I now used toys together they were always one of his favoured picks, but we were in Iceland, where the heck had he got them from?
Suddenly my right nipple lit up with a similar burning sensation and I snapped my eyes wide open. ‘Ouch!’ I yelped, trying to sit up, but only managing to raise myself a few inches before I came into contact with the hot, hard heat of Nicholas’ body as he caged me in on the mattress. ‘Happy Christmas, Rebecca,’ he murmured against my ear. I couldn’t see his face, but the tone of his voice made it very obvious that Nicholas was grinning and feeling remarkably pleased with himself.
‘Hmmmm,’ I muttered in reply, deliberately not returning his Christmas Day greeting as I tried to suss out what was going on. Truth be told I wasn’t particularly annoyed by the nipple clamps, they always led to something intense and fun, and the ones Nicholas used were relatively mild apparently, giving more of a pleasant buzz than an actual bite, but still, what a way to be woken up!
‘Come on, up you get, we slept in and we need to catch breakfast before it finishes. It might be Christmas Day, but I have a couple of things in store for you.’ I was still a bit groggy from my deep sleep and slow to react so I suddenly found Nicholas hauling me upright before I’d even had chance to process his words.
Once I was sat on the bed I blinked several times and then glanced down at my body. As I suspected I was completely naked except for the nipple clamps. They were Nicholas’ favourite pair, a small set decorated with just one tiny diamond on each clamp and connected with a thin silver chain.
Finally my brain caught up with my body and I blinked up at Nicholas’ smiling face in confusion. ‘This is a gift for me, Rebecca, I’ll love knowing that you’re wearing them whilst we are at breakfast together. You might be wearing them a little longer than you have before, so I’ve put them on a light setting, but let me know if they get too uncomfortable.’ He was right, they were on a very gentle setting, feeling more like an erotic tweak than anything else, but with his mention of ‘wearing them for longer’, I began to get quite curious about his plans for the morning and my cheeks flushed in anticipation.
Seeing me nod in acquiescence Nicholas smirked as his expression got even naughtier than before. ‘I have one last gift to give you, I’d really like you to wear it on the flight home on Saturday, but seeing as you’re already decked out in one piece of kit why don’t you try it on this morning when you get dressed?’ he said casually as he handed me a small box. Now I was really confused, he said he wanted me to ‘wear’ it on the flight home, but the
box he’d handed me was tiny – there was no way there could be any clothing in there.
Flicking open the lid I saw some skimpy black lace and immediately assumed he’d bought me yet another set of underwear as a Christmas present, but as I pulled the lace knickers out of the box a small thin, elongated piece of plastic fell out into my palm and it immediately became obvious that they were no ordinary panties.
Blinking in disbelief at the bizarre start to my morning I finally found my voice, ‘OK … two things …’ I said, unnecessarily holding up two fingers to clarify my statement. ‘Firstly, how the hell did you get these things through customs, and secondly, if we are going to breakfast why do you want me to wear the clamps and … this …’ I said, holding up the lace with what I was fast concluding was its own tiny matching vibrator.
Looking up I found Nicholas grinning at me broadly, and rather distractingly he was also fully aroused and happily bobbing around in the morning air. ‘To answer your first question, it was easy, both objects are very small, they’d barely draw any attention going through a scanner in my suitcase.
‘Secondly, as I just said, I only want you to wear the clamps today, and my reason?’ He cocked an eyebrow and assumed a smug pose. ‘It’s simple. I want you to wear them because I intend to give you the best orgasm of your life later on to make up for falling asleep last night. If you have these on this morning not only will it heighten your pleasure later, but it will build the anticipation for both of us.’
Well, well, my kinky man was well and truly back today and it seemed I would be getting some naughty Nicholas Christmas action!
‘Do you know how this works?’ he said, sitting down next to me and indicating to the box with the lace knickers and the small plastic ‘ thing’ for my flight time fun later in the week. Shaking my head I pulled it out of the box again and examined it curiously. They looked innocent enough, they weren’t crotch-less or anything, but judging by Nicholas’ gleeful expression whatever he had planned for me would be far from innocent.
