She didn’t pull away, but she wasn’t unzipping his pants, yet. What was wrong? Wasn’t she turned on? He traced the edge of the bustier and waited for her to grab his cock. Nothing?
Damn. He dipped his hand in the bustier and stroked her nipple. She trembled. He took the hard nubbin in his mouth and suckled it. Kati moaned.
“Fair play. I don’t want this beauty to be jealous.” He teased the other breast in the same way.
Kati was trembling, and her eyes were glazed, but she still hadn’t touched him.
Andrew was determined to take care of that. Pushing the table with their wine glasses and food away, he ran his hand up the inside of her thigh and was surprised to find his way clear to her hot, little pussy. No panties. But something was holding up those sexy stockings. Raising her dress, he discovered the strip of black lace that was responsible.
His penis throbbed with desire. He couldn’t possibly make it through dinner without screwing her. “You do want to be fucked, don’t you, sweetheart? You were trying to fool me into thinking you weren’t hot for my body. You knew I was so hard, I ached, didn’t you? It’s not like you to be a tease.” Andrew twisted her pubic hair, and she cried out, but she loved it. He could tell by the way she was squirming. “Answer me.”
“Yes, I knew,” she whispered. Twining her fingers in the hair on his head, she pulled.
“You want to get even, do you?” Laughing, he found the nubbin that drove her wild and rubbed it between his finger and thumb. “What do you say we get the sexy, lace garment and hose out of the way?”
In scarcely a minute, they were both naked, and she was sitting astride his hips with his cock sheathed and directing it inside her hot, dripping sex hole. Andrew couldn’t believe what had just happened. Kati had taken over as soon as he’d donned the condom.
This could be fun. All he had to do was go along with it. Throwing his hands up over his head, he made himself vulnerable to whatever she wanted to give.
Leaning forward to pin his wrists, she slid up and down his penis. What a glorious feeling. And sight. Her hair had come loose and was tumbling down around her creamy shoulders, and with her beautiful, high tits bouncing, he could have come just watching. Add the friction of her tight pussy pumping his cock, and it was all he could do to keep from climaxing. His pulse raced, and his nipples were rock-hard. How was he lucky enough to find such a hot woman? He’d known she’d be this way from the moment he’d laid eyes on her. And he’d been so right.
Kati’s cheeks were flushed, and her breath came fast, but she must have sensed he was close to climaxing, because she stopped. Andrew raised his hips, pushing deeper, and she backed off until only the head of his penis was inside of her. She was torturing him. Grabbing her waist, he pulled her onto his rigid rod and lifted her lower body to slam her pussy down on it again and again. Her vulva hugged his cock, and the friction was unbelievable. She resisted for a moment, but then she bucked against him, following his motion, her demanding body and fervent murmurs begging for more. Her clit was rock hard, and the angle of their bodies caused his penis to rub against it with each stroke. They were both loving it.
The aroma of sex hung in the air. Tension filled the room. Desire was so palatable, he could taste it. His and hers.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Ohmigod, yes, Andrew.”
He wanted to take Kati so high, she’d go over the moon when she orgasmed. He wanted to show her who was boss. Rolling her over so he was on top, Andrew withdrew completely and watched her thrashing and raising her pussy for more. He longed to make this a fuck she’d never forget. He’d enticed her this time, but she’d taken over. Then he’d assumed control again, and he wanted her to remember it. He’d needed this break to keep from shooting his wad.
Andrew took her breast in his mouth. Not just the nipple but as much of it as he could and sucked and nibbled.
“Dammit, Andrew. Fuck me. I want your cock back now.”
He suckled the other breast for just a moment before complying. Kati was rolling her head back and forth, mumbling incoherently. He sunk his penis inside her wet, quivering hole. It was an unbelievable feeling to make her want him so badly. “How’s that, baby?”
Rising to pound her pelvis against his was her answer. She was begging silently, and he loved it. He was always the one who did the fucking, but first, he let her ask for it. This time, he hadn’t waited for overtures. He’d claimed her.
Then she took over again. Now he was going crazy trying to regain control. This back-and-forth switching of power was an amazing aphrodisiac. They didn’t need oysters. He and Kati were both in love with fucking. They were two highly sexual beings. Right for each other.
They were both bathed in perspiration, and his cock had begun to throb. Kati was clawing at his bare ass, and the pain was further turning him on. She was half-sobbing, and Andrew couldn’t wait another second for that inevitable rush of orgasm. She was ready and so was he. It was time…
Plunging hard and fast, he fucked Kati until she cried out. Climaxing, her pussy racked his cock with the spasms of her release. Fear that he’d held back too long and wouldn’t be able to come washed over him. But then, he felt the thrust of his semen being drawn forth by her tight hold on his organ. His body shook, and every nerve ending grew raw. The extreme powers of emotion and sensation were both pleasure and pain until released by a glorious orgasm. Shuddering, head thrown back, Andrew uttered a guttural shout.
He’d seduced Kati, and they’d fucked to a new high—for both of them. Things couldn’t get any better.
* * * *
Andrew was quiet during dinner, and Kati feared she might have scared him off with her aggression during sex. Or perhaps angered him. He’d grown forceful, turning the tables on her when she’d been on top. He had initiated the sex, though, and she was happy about that. But did he think she was too butch? Did he feel challenged? Or was he extra turned on? It had been an amazing experience.
“I didn’t know you cooked,” he said as she dished up the hot food.
Luckily, she’d had the presence of mind to turn the oven to the ‘warm’ setting, and dinner still appeared palatable.
Kati didn’t prepare meals except for making herself Sunday breakfast. She’d never made an entire dinner from scratch. The freezer section of her fridge contained pre-packaged entrees. Wondering why she’d dared to invite Andrew for dinner, she’d desperately enlisted Tara’s aid.
Tara had asked the same question but, after throwing up her hands, agreed to help. Together, they’d planned a meal, and Kati had shopped for groceries. While Tara fixed everything else, Kati made her one speciality, a seven layer salad in a clear glass bowl so Andrew could admire her handiwork.
When she set it on the table in front of him, however, he shook his head. “If you don’t mind, I’d rather not fill up on lettuce. I want to save my appetite for the hot dishes.”
Lettuce? Is that all he sees? Or didn’t he even look? Deflated, Kati picked at her food.
“Everything’s great.” Andrew took a second helping of roast pork, potatoes and carrots, and a third of Brussels sprouts. “It’s been a long time since I ate these. Gram always fixed a heaping bowl on Christmas,” he added, tucking into them.
Kati wasn’t crazy about them, but Tara ate a lot of weird things. So did Andrew, apparently. Goose and Brussels sprouts. She shook her head.
“I told Pop you and I were spending Christmas Day together this year, and I wouldn’t be over,” Andrew said. “I was afraid he’d say to bring you along and think I’d come then, but I don’t want to go. Luckily, he just said, ‘I understand’. The way he said it made me think that maybe he really does understand. Thelma and I are always civil, but we don’t exactly click.” Andrew shrugged.
“What would you like to do that day?” Kati asked as she rose to clear the table.
“It doesn’t much matter. Cook a meal together, maybe, if you don’t think I’ll get in your way.”
Kati almost dropped the plat
es she was carrying.
“I’ve never cooked a turkey,” Andrew said, putting their empty wine glasses in the dishwasher. “Let alone a goose.”
This was Kati’s opportunity to confess she’d never baked a turkey or even a chicken. Or pork roast. A tiny wave of guilt wove its way through her mind. But she didn’t want to spoil the marvellous rapport between them.
She turned on the dishwasher. “I suppose the preparation is similar,” she hedged. How am I going to pull this off? Why can’t I just say it? I don’t know beans about cooking, Andrew.
He took her face between his hands. “Thank you for a fantastic dinner.” He kissed her gently.
I’m getting in deeper, but maybe I can learn before Christmas. The admiration in his eyes could turn to love if I make the day unforgettable.
He studied her face. “Your cheeks are flushed, and you’re perspiring. The house is warm from the oven. What do you say we take a stroll and cool you off? Exercise after all I ate will do me good.”
‘Stroll’ was a misnomer. Andrew’s pace was brisk tonight, and the winter air was cold. Kati’s mind whirled when they set out, but her thought processes were numbed by the time they got back home.
“The TV isn’t going to warm us like your fireplace did,” Kati said. “Maybe more wine will do the trick from the inside out.”
She headed for the kitchen, and Andrew followed. Before she could open the cabinet to get out fresh glasses, he intercepted her move.
Kati, watching him, smothered a smile. It was a good thing she’d hidden her Santa letter when she came to the kitchen earlier for oysters. She’d had a hunch Andrew might peek.
“What happened to the paper that was taped inside here?” he asked, setting the glasses down.
Kati shrugged. “It was a shopping list.” She felt the colour rise in her cheeks.
“So what’s the big secret?”
“Christmas is a time for secrets, Andrew.” She set the wine bottle in front of him. “You do the honours while I find us a movie.”
Maybe she shouldn’t have left him alone in the kitchen, but she was sweating again. He surely wouldn’t look in the freezer. Would he?
A crazy old movie, Christmas Vacation, was just starting and, cuddled on the couch, they laughed their way through it.
“Can you believe what a mess he made of things?” Andrew asked, wiping his eyes.
Kati could imagine but didn’t want to. She was still thinking about cooking a goose. She’d told Tara that giving Andrew a real Brit Christmas would be the aha moment of her plan. If she gave into the notion to do it, would she end up in a situation worse than Griswold’s?
“Jeeminy Christmas, would you look?” Andrew held up the wine bottle. “We drank the whole thing. You know what? I probably shouldn’t drive.” He crossed his eyes and slurred his words. He let his tongue loll.
Kati chuckled. He feigned drunkenness well. “Stop it, goofy.”
“See? You think I’m goofy. What will the cop that stops me say?”
Andrew was acting totally unlike himself. Where was that British reserve? She liked him letting loose. But was it possible he was too inebriated to drive? She felt a little lightheaded herself.
He set down the bottle and pulled Kati into his arms. “What do you think? Would it be okay if I spend the night?” He sounded perfectly sober now. “With you?”
“I suppose. I mean, I wouldn’t want you driving in your current condition.” She palmed his hard-on. “Let me qualify. You shouldn’t drive your car.”
Chuckling, Kati raised her lips for a kiss. Another goal met. Another dream about to be fulfilled.
Chapter Three
Kati fell asleep in Andrew’s arms that night. They’d made slow, passionate love, and his gentle caresses and deep kisses had made her feel treasured. Married life must be like this.
“Damn, Kati. We make beautiful love together,” Andrew said as he reached for her again the next morning.
Love. She hoped it was love and not just sex on his part as she was increasingly sure it was on hers. While she joked about ‘her plan’ and had written a whimsical Santa letter, she would do anything in the world to please this man. Their quickie before arising also pleased her. Fixing him breakfast, she wished they could start every morning this way.
Over a repast of orange juice, French toast, sausage links and fried eggs, all of which Andrew devoured with passion—did he do everything that way?—their conversation turned to Christmas.
“It’s a little less than two weeks away,” Kati said.
“That soon?” Andrew laid down his fork. “I need to buy gifts for Gram and Gramps. If I don’t post them soon, they won’t arrive until after the holiday. I have some work to do at the office today even though it’s Saturday, and I’m meeting Pop at a sports bar for a dart game, sandwiches and beer. Thelma went on some kind of bus trip to a big mall, and he suggested he and I get together. I hope you don’t mind…”
Kati shook her head. He and his dad needed time together.
“If you’ll help me shop tomorrow, I’ll take you to dinner at the restaurant of your choice.”
“You’re not going to impress me with your cooking talents?” she teased. Her heart fluttered at the invitation. It was almost as good as being invited to meet members of his family. But she didn’t want him to know how much it meant to her.
“Talent? You’re talking to a bachelor. I’d be embarrassed, considering the delicious meal you fixed me.”
Great. He didn’t know how to cook, either. So why had he suggested they fix Christmas dinner together? He’d said he’d never baked a fowl, but she’d hoped he fixed his own daily fare, at least.
“Afterward, we could go to my place for dessert.” Andrew winked.
Damn. His wink was sexy. “Dessert? Hmm. I like the sound of that.”
“Good,” he said, grinning as he rose to leave. “And since it could be a tiring evening…” He waggled his eyebrows. “Why not bring along a few things and spend the night at my place?”
* * * *
Yahoo! When Andrew left, Kati executed a few of the cheers she’d done when she was on the pep squad in high school. Hip, hip, hooray!
A rap-a-tap on the door startled her. But she knew Tara’s knock. “Come in!” she sang out.
“Somebody obviously had a great lay,” Tara said, raising her eyebrows and crossing her arms. Wearing red flannel jammies and green fuzzy slippers with turned-up toes sporting bells, she made quite the picture.
“How can you tell?” Kati struck a pose. Hands behind her head. Chin in the air. A huge smile on her face. Followed by laughter. “He asked me to bring stuff to spend the night, Tara! My plan, AKA my Christmas list for Santa, is working. He initiated sex—first on the agenda. Next, I took over and orchestrated the fuck. Not on my list, he reclaimed control. And wow! He stayed all night, and we got it on twice, once more last evening and again this morning. Now, he’s invited me to sleep over at his house. Next? He asks me to move in.”
Tara rolled her eyes.
Kati chuckled. She wasn’t going to let her friend’s cynicism discourage her. In a brief floral gown and tiny cover-up, she felt romantic, sexy and a teensy bit superior. Tara always disparaged her ideas, but Kati was the one with a boyfriend.
“You are calculating, you know,” Tara said.
“So what does it matter? It’s working, and he and I are both happy.”
Tara sat cross-legged in an armchair. “Has it occurred to you that while you kept your hands off Andrew, you still seduced him? Oysters. A black lace garter belt and silk stockings. Your boobs bursting out.”
Kati blinked rapidly. “It’s not the same. I appealed to his senses without touching his body parts.”
“Think what you want.”
“And it was his idea to stay over last night,” Kati reminded Tara.
“Whatever. I never did think who seduced whom was important.” Tara shrugged. “I’m starved, and something smells good. Any leftovers from breakfa
st?”
“I think so.” Kati led the way to the kitchen. “So you don’t think anything’s changed?” she asked, motioning her friend to take a chair.
“He’s asked you to stay over. So that’s progress.” Tara patted Kati’s shoulder. “I’m sorry if I’m a grouch. I pulled a twelve-hour shift last night. I need sleep. I’m hungry. Plus I’m jealous as hell of your love affair, even if I disapprove of your methods.”
Really? Kati could understand that, considering Tara’s lack of sex recently.
“Looks like you’re in luck. There’s still some French toast batter.” Kati dipped two pieces of thick bread in the egg and milk mixture and put them in a hot skillet. The syrup was still on the table. She laid out a fork and poured Tara some coffee.
“Boy, do I need that.” Tara plopped down at the table and took a swallow. “Another thing. I was asked to work Christmas night at the hospital. I don’t have a boyfriend, and my parents are going to visit my divorced sister and her brats on the West Coast. So I said I would. But it’s bumming me out.”
“Aw, sweetie.” Kati patted Tara on the head. Tara was seldom glum, and Kati didn’t know how to help. She didn’t know any guys to fix her up with.
“I have nothing to look forward to,” Tara said, plucking a cold sausage off a platter.
Kati popped the remaining sausage link in the microwave. “How would you like to join forces with me? It would be a distraction, at least. I have a British Christmas celebration to plan, and I don’t know how or where to start.”
She dished up Tara’s breakfast and sat down opposite her. “I confess, I was kind of counting on you. I couldn’t even prepare an ordinary dinner for Andrew. How am I going to make a feast? And what about the crackers?” Her voice rose as her fear mounted. She should have worked out the details first. While she was moving along with her goals, Kati had no idea how to orchestrate her aha moment.
“Well…as I remember, I’m the one who urged you to do it. So, I can hardly say ‘no’ to helping you.” Tara stuck a bite of syrup-drenched French toast in her mouth and closed her eyes. “Yum. How is it you can make such a great breakfast and nothing else?”
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