by Alice Raine
‘You like my present?’ I asked, which given his enormous erection was probably rather unnecessary.
‘Babe, I don’t need a voucher to let me do these things to you, but I love the idea of having these available to me to use whenever I want. It’s a great present. Thank you.’ Capturing my mouth in a heated kiss, Nathan slid a hand to the back of my neck and dragged me closer as he demonstrated with his thrusting tongue exactly how much he loved the gift, before finally pulling back and resting his forehead against mine.
‘As much as I’d like to crack these open and use one or two right now, I suspect our boy is going to be wanting his own Christmas lunch soon.’ Pulling in a breath, he placed a chaste peck on my lips and stood up, seeming to need to put a gap between us before he got too carried away.
As disappointing as it was, Nathan was right, a quick glance at the clock showed that it was indeed time for Will’s next feed, and he would get grouchy soon.
Watching Nathan in amusement, I saw him place the booklet on the mantelpiece almost reverently before he turned to me with a very content look on his face as he held out a hand to help me to my feet. His erection pressed into my belly as he continued to tug me forwards against his chest and I couldn’t resist dropping my hand to briefly squeeze below. No sooner had my hand cupped him that Nathan gave a low moan and managed to press a hand down the front of my jeans and straight into my knickers in a move so swift that I barely registered it. I let out a matching moan as his finger briefly circled in the slickness he discovered before he pulled his head back with a roughish grin on his face.
‘You sort William out while I tidy up in here. Then maybe we can see about finally sorting ourselves out,’ he said, giving a final tease with his finger and removing his hand from my pants, and his body from within my personal space, much to my disappointment.
As he stepped away from me he lifted his hand to his mouth and licked his finger, before briefly closing his eyes in a pained look. ‘God, I hope Will doesn’t take too long with his feed …’ he muttered hoarsely, before turning from me and striding from the room as if it were the only way he would manage to keep his hands off me.
SIX
NATHAN
Stella took William upstairs to feed him in the quiet of his nursery so she could lie him down for a nap afterwards. It was just as well, really – I was so fucking horny that I was practically bursting at the seams with the desperation to take her. Three months of sexual deprivation was seriously starting to catch up with me, and I was cursing myself for holding back yesterday when I could have had her.
The things we had done together had been fantastic, but nothing compared to the feeling of being inside of her, and it had now become a thought with which I was well and truly transfixed.
The hard on that had popped up when I’d realised what the voucher booklet had contained still hadn’t gone away. It was now throbbing in its desperation for relief to the point where I thought my poor balls would turn a serious shade of blue if Stella didn’t hurry up and get back down here.
Carrying our lunch plates into the kitchen as a distraction, I loaded the dishwasher, wrapped up the leftover food, and returned to the lounge. I usually prided myself on my self-control, but now I knew with certainty that Stella and I would finally be having full sex after months of abstinence, I could barely discipline myself to do anything other than fantasise about it. I couldn’t wait to bury my cock in her hot body.
Scrunching up the wrapping paper, I threw it in the bin and shook my head as I thought again about the contents of that booklet. The vouchers for the boobjob, pearl necklace, and ride me hard immediately sprung to mind as I shook my head with a grin. Stella didn’t half manage to surprise me sometimes that was for sure.
Thinking of surprises, an idea suddenly came to my mind and I grinned before nodding and heading to the hallway and up the stairs. Poking my head into the bedroom, I saw Stella nursing Will in the rocking chair, the sight of her bare breasts out while she fed him not helping my lust at all.
‘You have one more gift by the tree. Come on down when you’re ready,’ I whispered, causing her to smile at me and nod keenly.
Jogging back downstairs, I pulled the curtains together, turned some lamps on, and speedily stripped out of my clothes to prepare my own version of a Christmas surprise for Stella.
SEVEN
STELLA
Nathan must have somehow bribed his son today, because William was far speedier in his feed than usual, managed not to vomit during his burping, and went down for his post-lunch snooze with no grumbles, falling asleep almost instantly.
Turning on the baby monitor, I quietly made my way out of the bedroom and back downstairs, intrigued as to what my final present could be. I hadn’t seen any other packages by the tree earlier, so I was completely stumped, but still excited by the prospect of one last gift.
Jogging down the last three stairs I pushed open the lounge door, immediately surprised when I saw the room in muted darkness and the curtains drawn. It was three o’clock in the afternoon, why on earth were the curtains drawn? My eyebrows rose as I looked around, then they practically leapt from my head as my gaze settled on the corner which housed the Christmas tree.
Standing just to the right of the tree, leaning casually on the mantelpiece and completely stark naked, was Nathan in all his glory. Actually, I should correct that statement – he wasn’t completely naked, because hanging from his obviously erect cock was a red, fluffy Santa hat that covered his dignity. Just.
I couldn’t help but stare at it. It was complete with a white bobble on the end, and the whole hat gave an occasional jerk or twitch which made it sway slightly from side to side.
It was so un-Nathan-like that I nearly burst out laughing, but the very, very wicked expression on his lips had me faltering as I closed the door behind me and leant back on it for support.
‘I hope you aren’t disappointed, Stella, but I’m your final gift.’ It was a fairly arrogant statement, but right now, it sounded like music to my ears, and as for being disappointed? Hardly. Over the moon was more like it.
‘Yesterday, you expressed a wish for us to make love again, so that’s exactly what we will do. What’s underneath this hat is all for you, so are you going to come and get it?’
Oh, God I wanted to, so bloody badly. But there was no way I could walk across the room to him because lust and arousal had struck me with swift and brutal efficiency the moment I had laid eyes on him, rendering my body useless. My poor jellified legs were not up to the task of walking right now. In fact, they were only just succeeding in holding up my body weight because of the assistance from the solid door behind me. If that wasn’t there, I’d be a pool of lusty hormones on the floor by now.
Apparently sensing my problem, Nathan gave a cocky smirk before casually pushing off from the fireplace and beginning a slow stalk towards me. The sight of him sauntering across the room with the Santa hat swaying merrily on his cock was simultaneously the most bizarre but totally hot thing I’d ever seen.
Seeing the direction of my gaze, he reached down and gave his cock a quick fondle through the material of the hat, his eyes twinkling mischievously as he did so, but I could do nothing but watch enviously as his fingers slowly worked up and down his shaft. When he was two feet in front of me, he lifted the Santa hat from his glorious manhood and chucked it to the side before practically pouncing on me and caging me against the door.
A naked, aroused, purposeful Nathan pressed up against me. I literally couldn’t think of anything better.
Instantly his mouth was seeking mine, skipping any soft, delicate kisses and going straight for my lips, where his tongue practically plundered mine with force and determination. My body’s response was immediate as I groaned into his hot mouth and desperately wrapped my arms around his shoulders to stop me from sliding down the door.
My wobbly reaction to his advances had Nathan growling his smug approval shortly before sliding both hands to my waist and aroun
d under my bum to help support my weight.
‘Jump on board, Stella,’ he ordered, against my lips as he guided me to lift myself up so I was wrapped around his waist and held in his arms. As we continued to kiss almost frantically, I became aware that we were moving, Nathan shifting us to the sofa where he then lowered us down and continued with his assault on my senses.
Leaning back, Nathan left me sprawled on the couch as he sat back on his heels and assessed me with a heated gaze before sliding to the floor between my legs. ‘My girl has too many clothes on,’ he stated, grasping my hips and dragging me forward so sharply that I let out a gasp of shock. My bum was now hanging over the edge of the sofa and Nathan wasted no time in using this position to his advantage by undoing and removing my jeans and knickers in one go.
Placing his hands on my thighs, he spread my legs and shuffled himself forward so the heat and weight of his erection was pressing right against my core, but not pushing inside, a sensation that caused both of us to let out impassioned moans as our eyes met with a shared look of heated desire.
God, this was incredible. I had forgotten just how skilled Nathan could be when he was on a mission like this.
As Nathan leant forward to help me out of my jumper and bra, the tip of his cock slid further, just entering me and causing me to let out the most bizarre gurgling noise. Taking advantage of the position, I shamefully arched myself against him, feeling him slide in another inch as he let out a hiss and gripped my hips to stop me, tutting with a wry expression on his lips. ‘Impatient, are we?’ he murmured, but I could tell by the sheen of sweat on Nathan’s brow that he was just as desperate for this intimate reunion as I was.
Nodding my head frantically, I clawed at his shoulders in an attempt to pull him closer, but Nathan held his ground and shook his head as a devious smile twitched on his lips. Bloody infuriating man! I was horny as hell, he was practically inside me, but he was still holding off from the final push.
Reaching down, he casually began to play with one of my nipples – thankfully not the sensitive one I had just fed Will with – then wrapped his other hand around his shaft. Thinking he was about to put me out of my misery and plunge inside me, he instead winked, and began to gently tease me with it instead, rubbing the head up and down, pushing just inside, and then removing it to circle around my clit until I was writhing below him, a climax fast rising inside my belly.
‘Ready, Stella?’ he enquired gruffly, a completely stupid question because clearly I was way past ready by now. I responded anyway, giving a frantic nod and a breathy ‘Yes,’ before Nathan gripped my hip and breast and used them as leverage to drive himself into me so hard and fast that I shrieked out my satisfaction at finally having him inside me again. That was so bloody good!
He paused, buried deep, seeming to be trying to get a grip of himself. ‘So good, Stella,’ he murmured appreciatively as the hand on my breast loosened its grip, massaging the tender flesh. After allowing us both to acclimatise to the sensations, Nathan began thrusting into me with deep, exploratory movements that clashed with my G-spot on each and every beautiful stroke, pushing me higher and higher until I was almost delirious from pleasure.
Letting out a groan, Nathan’s hips began to tremble slightly, his rhythm faltering as his climax neared, but instead of pounding out his finish, he collapsed forward onto me. ‘Together, Stella, I want us to come together,’ he murmured, his lips going to my neck for a heated kiss as he continued to build my release with smaller, more direct thrusts.
Grinding his hips against my clit in a series of circles, I gasped for air, tugging at the hair on his nape to pull his head up. ‘I’m close, Nathan.’
Looking deep into my eyes, Nathan nodded his agreement, his hands finding my hips again and pinning me down as he began to use longer, firmer, deeper thrusts. It took just four to send me cascading over the edge and into an orgasm so powerful that my legs looped around his hips, my hands dug into the skin of his shoulders, and I clamped down upon his shaft so fiercely that he yelled out a harsh curse as he came inside me before collapsing onto me, breathing raggedly.
Wow-oh-wow. That really had been a good Christmas present. A bloody great Christmas present. In fact, we’d both yelled so loudly that the neighbours had probably heard just how much a good Christmas Day we were having too, I thought with a smug, gratified grin.
EIGHT
NATHAN
I’d deliberately picked Stow-on-the-Wold for our long weekend away because as well as being conveniently close to London, I happened to know that it was one of Stella’s favourite places in England since she had frequently holidayed here as a child. I didn’t really care where we went as long as Will and Stella were with me, but if it made it special for Stella then I was happy to oblige.
The roads were exceptionally clear today and our journey took just under two hours before I was pulling into the driveway of the farm we would be staying in. It seemed that Nicholas and Rebecca had only just arrived from the Lake District too, as their car was already parked but they were only just climbing out. Perfect timing.
For once, the photographs on the website had done the destination justice, and as I looked around the small cluster of stone cottages just the other side of the wall, I nodded my head in contentment. I’d done well picking this place; it looked amazing. Three stone buildings sat around a central courtyard that contained a seating area and wishing well (it was sealed to avoid anyone accidentally falling down it – in a state of new-parent phobia I’d checked before booking), and I knew from the website that two were cottages and the third contained a small indoor swimming pool and gym. The outdoor facilities were just as impressive, but given that it was the middle of winter I highly doubted we’d be making much use of them.
Climbing from the car, we all shared pleased, excited glances and greetings before I slammed my door and stopped Stella from pulling William from his car seat. ‘You go inside with Rebecca and Nicholas and get our key, I’ll bring Will.’ I couldn’t help but smile at the excited glimmer in her eyes as she readily accepted my offer, and then leaned up to place a quick kiss on my cheek.
My cheek? What was I, her grandmother? One of my eyebrows quirked at Stella’s chaste move and I instinctively slid a hand into her hair and caught her before she could move away. Her eyes widened in surprise at my speedy manoeuvre before I crashed my lips onto hers in a brief, but passionate example of how I expected her to kiss me. ‘Kisses on the cheek are for grandmothers and aunts,’ I murmured. ‘I am certainly neither of those.’ Then, flashing her a wink I stepped back in time to see the amused expression on my brother’s face and the flush of embarrassment growing on Rebecca’s.
The three of them set off through the gate towards the houses while I dipped into the car to get Will. Unclipping his seat beat, I paused and pulled his woollen hat down lower. I didn’t want his little ears getting cold – they were tiny, and it was bitterly cold out today. Could babies get frostbite in the UK? I suppose they could if it was cold enough. Frowning at the idea – one of many farfetched panics I’d had since Will had been born – I gently tipped him forward and pulled up the fleecy hood on his tiny jacket. Zipping him in, I nodded my satisfaction. Two layers of ear protection, much better.
Cradling him in the crook of my left arm I closed the car door, locked it, and set off toward the gate. It looked like Nicholas and Rebecca were in the cottage to the right, because I saw them going inside as a young man in a red jacket began to walk with Stella toward the other house. Pausing as I lifted the gate latch, I narrowed my eyes as I watched them. He was smiling broadly, his arms moving in an animated fashion as he chatted away with Stella in a way that looked decidedly flirtatious. Just as I wondered if I was being paranoid, I watched his eyes dart to her left hand in the briefest of moves, one so quick that Stella probably hadn’t even noticed, but it was enough to send a scowl to my brow and hasten my legs through the gate. Jesus, we’d only been here less than two minutes and the cheeky fucker was checking for a
wedding ring and outright coming on to my woman.
I didn’t want to accidentally squash William because I was having a minor meltdown, so as I strode in their direction I did a quick countdown from five to zero to ease the tension in my muscles. A brief check showed my son still fast asleep in my arms, blissfully unaware of the fuckwad that was currently flirting with his mother.
They paused by the front door, the man holding the key out to Stella and somehow managing to slide his hand across hers as she took it from him. I saw her tense briefly before taking a small step back and continuing to talk to him. My woman was too bloody polite for her own flipping good.
Luckily, the same couldn’t be said for me and as I reached her side I immediately slid my free arm around her waist, pulled her closer to me, and bent my head to land a sizzling kiss on her mouth. It was practically X-rated, and certainly not fit for public observation, but Stella seemed almost helpless to resist and as I pressed my tongue against her lips she willingly parted them for me, allowing our tongues to briefly duel.
Pulling back a centimetre or so, I kept my entire attention on Stella as I took in her dilated pupils and flushed cheeks. I’d place money on the fact that the blush on her face had absolutely nothing to do with the cold weather and everything to do with the fire I had just lit in her knickers. God, I was good.
Glancing – or perhaps I should say glaring – back at the man, I found him shifting awkwardly on his feet, his cheeks almost as red as Stella’s. Now I was up close I saw that he was far younger than I’d thought, barely out of fucking puberty if the stupid goatee beard and pimples were anything to go by, which just added to my annoyance. Stupid young buck thought he could charm my woman, did he? A dismissive grunt left my lips as I continued to stare him down while holding my family tightly against me.
