A Perfect Holiday

by Riley Murphy

  Fuck, the sound went right through him. He’d been hard, but now he was even harder and when she turned to see to the water and he got his first unobstructed view of her ass? He practically ripped through his clothes to get them off.

  “I think I’m loving this idea,” he murmured as he stepped around her to put the foil packet in the soap dish.

  Not a minute later he closed them in and he knew for certain that this had been a splendid idea. Here he was standing under the warm spray of the water, treated to the best sight possible. Sidney soaking wet as she completely soaped the front of herself down. Lacy bubbles clung to her shoulders, breasts, stomach and hips while her hands slid all over that wicked body of hers.

  “And I think I have an idea of my own. You ready?” She looked up at him with her wide eyes framed with water darkened lashes that stuck together like they did after her swim yesterday, in a series of heavy triangular spikes. “Stay still.”

  He had absolutely no intention of going anywhere.

  “I love your body. It’s so hard and muscly. So interesting.” She slipped and slid against him. “You know?” She stopped and nodded toward the soap dish.

  “What?” He barely breathed. The desire he had to lift her, spread her legs until they were wrapped around his hips with her heels locked behind him, was nearly overwhelming.

  “I’m on the pill to keep my cycle regular. So we could…” She grasped the hardened length of him with her two soap-slick hands giving him a rub, “forego the condom unless there’s another reason you think we need it.”

  He walked her back until her bottom met the wall tile. Caging her in between his arms he curled down over her so she was protected from the water’s spray. “You’d be the only one I’ve ever shared the experience with.”

  “Really?” She solemnly searched his face and then brightened. “Hey, me too.”

  Just the thought made his blood drain right to his cock where it weighed heavy and pulsed in a steady beat. He ignored the pull and dropped his forehead to hers, whispering, “It would be a great first memory to make together, wouldn’t it?”

  Her eyes were wide and searching again. Her look intense, as if she wanted to say something. Something deep and meaningful, so he waited.

  “Riker? I…I’d,” she hesitated and then let out a pent up breath while her look lost some of its intensity. He was disappointed about that, but then she cupped his face in the palm of her hands and said, “I want you naked inside me with no barrier. Your heat against mine. I—”

  He didn’t let her finish. Scooping her up, he lifted, adjusted and fit her until she was spread just as he’d wanted. With her legs wrapped and firmly locked around him, he hugged her in tight. “I want that too.”

  Shifting with slow and thorough flexes, he maneuvered until he came to her entrance. Enjoying the feel of her hot silk against all his hardness. Then he went still. He was content to savor the moment, the intimate contact there as he bent to press his lips against her neck, happy to bite and nuzzle her there for a time until he gave into the need and rested his jaw on her shoulder. Without a word he pushed and she opened. He pushed some more, and then—fuck, his eyes closed of their volition when he got his first raw feel of her.

  It was heaven.

  “So warm. You’re like liquid velvet inside. God, so tight…I want to feel every inch of your magic. Every—” he groaned, because just then her muscles clenched and drew him more.

  “Riker?”

  “I’m here, darlin’, I’m right here.”

  As gently as he could he rocked into her. Long and steady strokes as they clung together while the water beat a frantic tattoo against his back and the hot mist thickened to shroud them in its depths. He didn’t care. Too attuned to the moment. Too intent on making the memory until several minutes later when she dug her nails in his back and her breathing changed. She was close. He recognized the signs. “Are you going to come for me, babe?” He let out a breath in her ear and kept up his steady pace. “I want you to drench me…I want to feel your wet heat slide over me.”

  And when she did his knees almost buckled. The experience was heartening, a better layer to something already fucking awesome. God, the heat that poured over him combined with her sexy cry reverberating around them was too much. He couldn’t stave off the bolt of lust that coursed through him. Building and climbing. Pushing him until he plunged into her again and again. Filling her. Branding her. And when he let go with a growl and shared a part of himself with her that he’d shared with no other, his legs shook.

  “Fucking…perfect.”

  It wasn’t until his heart rate slowed and his pulse and breathing returned to normal that he realized he’d spoken those words out loud.

  “You can put me down now.” She wiggled and squirmed. Strangely he was almost upset she didn’t want to stay close and snuggle. He already determined she wasn’t a runner, but neither was she a clinger. What she was, he decided, when she picked up the soap, slapped the hair off her forehead and popped her brows at him, before she had a go at washing his back, was a keeper.

  Several hours later, after they finally christened the bed, Riker smiled in the early evening shadows as Sidney snuggled up against him.

  “Are you awake?” she whispered.

  “Yes.”

  “I was thinking…”

  “Uh oh.”

  “No, nothing like that.” She playfully slapped his chest, “I was just wondering what time it is?”

  “Why?”

  She came up on elbow and frowned down at him. “Hey, why are we whispering?”

  “I don’t know.” He plucked up a curly lock and rubbed it between forefinger and thumb. “You started it.”

  “I’m hungry.”

  He laughed because that statement came out like a scream after all the whispering. “All right.” He tugged that strand of hair until she was nose to nose with him. “What are you thinking?”

  “I’ve got some stuff here, but maybe we should go up to your place first and raid the kitchen?”

  “Okay.”

  Riker would have let her raid his bank accounts if she kept looking at him the way she was at the moment. Like he was the only sustenance she needed. He loved that. “Come on then, get dressed and I’ll let you plunder my pantry.”

  She bounced off the bed and scooped up his shirt. With one arm through a sleeve, she flashed him a grin. “Ooh, you have a pantry? Guys always have the best stuff in their pantries.”

  He pulled on his boxers and shook his head. “I’m not sure about that. I’m not home much so I don’t shop on a regular basis.”

  “Do you want me to bring some stuff up to eat at your place or…?”

  “No, I like it better down here.”

  She yanked his T-shirt on until it fell to mid-thigh. “Why?”

  “Why?” he repeated. She was so adorable, he pulled her into his arms for a hug and answered, “Your place smells like cinnamon and sugar. You’ve got a great Christmas tree with kick-ass angels flying in your dining room and…”

  She squeezed him and he imagined it was to encourage him to go on. Should he?

  “And?”

  Heck, why not? “And your place feels more like a home.” When she shook her head it was his turn to squeeze. “What?”

  “That’s just sad. Oh, which reminds me.” She squirmed out of his arms and held up a finger. “I got you something today.” She rushed out of the room and came barreling back in a minute later and handed him a bag.

  “What is it?”

  “Open it.”

  He pulled out the tiny metal hammer with a bright red metal bow fashioned around it and frowned. “An ornament?”

  “Yep, there are several different ones. I thought maybe if we get you a Christmas tree this week you can hang these and then I bet your place will feel more like home.”

  He went through the small collection. He counted six different tools, all of which were beautifully crafted. And although he doubted he’d ever go s
o far as to get a tree, he wouldn’t be averse to hanging these on a light or something like she’d done with her angels. “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome. Now let’s go find some food.”

  In the end he’d been right about his place, there wasn’t much to scavenge. Crackers, cheese and a few other things Sidney said she could make work. Not that he was even interested in food right now. He was too addicted to something else and he was staring right at her.

  “Are you okay?”

  He didn’t want to come right out and say “No, because my every thought is focused on screwing your brains out some more.” So when she opened the door to her condo and he spied the reflection in the mirror, he had a perfect segue to reintroduce sex.

  “I think it’s time I show you something.”

  “What?”

  “Come here.” He grabbed hold of her and turned her in his arms. “Look.”

  “At?”

  “The dining room.”

  She squinted. “Okay, I see my table, the angels. What?”

  When he stooped to her level, he realized the problem. “You’re too short.” Putting down the bag of food, he lifted her and whispered, “Now look.”

  “Hey, it’s Rachel Ray. Cool. You can see my TV really good from…”

  He let her slide down and waited for her to turn around. When she did her eyes were the size of saucers and her cheeks as red as an apple.

  “The other night you saw the, ah…movie I was watching?”

  He nodded.

  “Were you shocked?”

  “Not as much as I was at discovering that I’d been blaming that couple in Two A all these months for being weekend nymphos who kept me up all night when it was really you and your perverted little mind that was the culprit.”

  “I wouldn’t say little mind.”

  Her saucy look had him grinning. “But you would say perverted?”

  “Absolutely.”

  When she snatched up the bag and spun around to go inside he shook his head. There was just no putting a finger on quirky. He followed her into the kitchen but she kept right on going until she reached the dining room table. She was all businesslike when she pulled out a chair and patted the seat. “You sit right here.”

  Interesting. “Looks like you have something in mind.”

  “I do, thanks to you. I’m recalling one of my favorite movies.” He was going to ask but she beat him to it. “Nine And A Half Weeks.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Sit.”

  And when she went to put the bag on the counter and get something out of a drawer, he did sit. He was too intrigued not to.

  “You know that movie? Well, I’m thinking about the part in the kitchen when she tasted all that food.” She held up a dishtowel and folded it until it looked like a blindfold before she let it go to swing like a pendulum in front of him.

  He took one look it, then at her cheeky face and chuckled, “I’m not putting that on and kneeling beside the fridge if that’s what you’re thinking.” He meant it. He’d never been blindfolded. He didn’t think he’d like it.

  “No, I wasn’t thinking that.”

  “Good.”

  “You’ll stay right there blindfolded and I’ll feed you something smooth, sweet and warm.”

  He loved the light of challenge in her eyes. It was tempting. Hell, she was good because now he was curious.

  “All rig—” He didn’t even get his full acceptance out before she had the towel wrapped around him, attempting to tie it. “Ow, that’s my hair you’re pulling.”

  “Oh, don’t be such a baby. Bring your hands down behind you and hang onto the back of the seat, okay?”

  He tilted his head in the direction of her voice. “You think I’m a baby?”

  “I’m waiting.”

  As the situation began to take shape he relaxed and decided in a weird way, just like when she’d said she wanted to watch him jerk-off, he was into this or he could be. With Sidney he suspected he could be into a lot of firsts with her. He took hold of the back of the chair and adjusted. “All right. Is this better?”

  She patted his shoulder and said, “Yes. Now don’t move. I’m going to put a few things together and then we’ll have some fun.”

  With nothing to do but sit back and relax, he waited in the darkness. Listening while she moved around as the fridge opened then closed. Cabinets creaked and groaned. Metal clanged and glass tinkled as not only his hearing improved but other senses sharpened to attention. He picked up the tangy scent of vinegar and smiled. Had she opened the jar of pickled peppers?

  When he caught the aroma of something sweet, thoughts of her promised warm and smooth had his mouth watering. For the love of God, would she ever finish putting the stuff together?

  “Darlin’? I think you promised me something sweet and warm.”

  “We’re going to eat before we have dessert.”

  He heard a plate meet the table and then hissed in a breath, because without warning, she’d straddled his lap.

  “Sorry, did I hurt you?” She spoke the next sentence in his ear, “I took off my pants and all I have on is my thong and your shirt. You don’t mind, do you?”

  He shook his head. “No.” And he didn’t. As long as the bottom of that shirt was tucked between him and her ass, he’d be okay.

  “Good,” she said, just before he felt her yanking the shirt out from underneath her.

  So much for that tiny material barrier. His mouth went dry while the rest of him got juiced up.

  “Ready?”

  “Sure.”

  “Open.” When he did, she ordered in a quiet voice, “Bite.”

  Crunchy. A saltine with aged cheddar cheese and a slice of dill pickle. It was good. He heard another crunch and knew she was eating hers. When he swallowed his bite she put a hand on his naked chest and tapped a finger against his pec.

  “Open.” He did and just as before she ordered, “Bite.”

  This time his teeth snapped into a crisp hot pepper. The juice ran down his chin and dripped onto his chest.

  “Oh dear.” She wiped it off with something soft. Probably the edge of his shirt. And then his mind went blank as she spoke against his ear. “Normally I would have licked you clean with my tongue, but I’m not a big fan of hot peppers so we’ll just have to make do.”

  “Open.”

  Another cracker, cheese and pickle stack. He chewed, enjoying the hell out of this. She was seated on his lap and he could feel the movement of her leg as it swung back and forth while she made the stacks for them. The mental visual he had of her was very vivid. He even imagined her biting her bottom lip as she steadied the pickle slice on top of the cheese.

  “Open. Can I ask you something?”

  He chewed and swallowed. “Sure.”

  “Have you ever been in a serious relationship? I mean, more serious than the leggy blondes who do the occasional booty calls for you.”

  He tried not to wince at that. Damn, he’d thought he’d been discrete. “Yeah, once.”

  “What happened?”

  “We broke up.”

  “Why?”

  He scowled even though he wasn’t positive she’d see it. “Her name was Brianna and as to why we broke up, she was…” He was simply going to say, she wound up falling in love with another man. What the fuck? Where was his anger? He always, without fail, growled out another answer when he was asked this question. Yeah, his standard pissed off reply was, “I wasn’t good enough for her. I didn’t work in an office and I didn’t make enough money for her so she cheated on me with some rich guy and ripped out my heart”, and yet now those were just words he wasn’t feeling anymore. “She was, ah…”

  “Whiny?”

  “No.”

  “Dull?”

  “No.”

  “Dim witted?”

  He laughed and when she tried to stuff a cracker in his mouth he clamped his lips together and pulled back.

  “I was only offering plausible su
ggestions.” The grumble in her voice made him laugh deeper. “Sorry about the cracker. So why did you break up? Open. Bite.”

  This time his teeth sank into a banana. Nice. He devoured it while he thought about what he could say and then the only thing that came out of his mouth was the truth. “She left me because she wanted what all her friends had. A guy who worked nine to five at an office who could buy her a big house with a white picket fence and at the time I wasn’t in a position to give those things to her.” It sounded so simple, so neat and cut and dried. If only it had been.

  “I understand.”

  In the comfortable quiet that followed, he truly believe she did get it for some reason and then he knew she had when she added, “She gave up on a relationship with you—“she held the banana against his lips and told him to bite, “—because different scared her.”

  Hearing that logic caused the banana to go down the wrong way.

  “Careful.” Leaning against him, she reached around to bang his back and he really started coughing. When had she taken off his damn shirt?

  “You’re naked,” he choked.

  “You say that like I should be surprised. I know I’m naked. Well, almost. I still have my thong on. Hey, are you peeking?”

  He sat up straighter in the chair, cleared his throat and asked, “Why?”

  “Because, silly, the point of the blindfold is for you not to see.”

  “I meant, why are you almost naked?”

  “Ooh, because it’s time for dessert.”

  It was official. If he could peek and see a clock he’d call in his time of death. Her refreshing candor was killing him. He’d put up a good fight. Ignoring her squirms and leg bopping, which caused a continuous friction to sizzle the length of his lap. He’d survived her grilling him about an ex he rarely ever spoke about. But now that he knew she was naked except for that pink thong? He was done for.

  “Are you ready?”

  Thank Christ. She gave him some distance from her hot little ass when she stood, still straddling, but there was cooling air between their bodies at least.