Matzoh and Mistletoe

by Jodie Griffin

He leaned over her back, his jeans doing nothing to mask the hardness of his erection as it pressed against her body. Once again, he whispered in her ear. “Not. Quite. Yet.”

  If she could move, she’d bang her head against the floor. But she was precariously balanced and it was hard enough staying upright with such incredible need flowing through her veins. “Why?”

  “Because I’m in charge, and I’m not ready to let you come. Not yet.”

  He drew her upright until she was standing and when she wobbled, he steadied her. He unbound her wrists and massaged them.

  “Take off your bra for me,” he said, crouching down to work her panties off her legs. He nuzzled his nose into her curls and inhaled, but otherwise didn’t touch her where she craved his touch. “You smell like gingerbread vanilla. Sweet and spicy and good enough to eat.”

  She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, pulling the straps down her arms. It was a relief to take it off. Her breasts were full and tender, her nipples hard points. She rubbed at them, trying to ease the ache.

  “Sexy as sin, but hell no. Enough of that.” He pinched her hip and she cried out. “That’s for me to do.”

  “They hurt.”

  He pushed himself to standing. “Let me see if I can help.” He moved her hands out of the way then bent his head and sucked one aching nipple into his mouth. He nipped at it with his teeth and then soothed it with his tongue.

  “Please, Jeremy. More.” She sounded needy, but she didn’t care as long as he didn’t stop what he was doing.

  “So responsive. So sexy.”

  He didn’t ignore her other breast either. While he continued to suck on one, he pinched the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger and twisted it. It hurt, but she’d never felt anything hurt so good.

  The sensations spiraling through her body were intense and all-consuming. Her mind was a jumble of disjointed thoughts and desires she couldn’t put words to. None of them was panic. None of them was fear. None of them was disgust. But if she’d had to tell anyone what it was, she’d be unable. Luckily, Jeremy didn’t seem to be waiting for words. Instead, it was as though he knew her body better than she did, knew exactly what would make her this desperate.

  She was naked and he was dressed and the curtain was open and anyone could see inside and she didn’t care. The whole world could be watching and she wouldn’t care. She was on fire from the inside out, and she needed him to fix it.

  “Have you ever been spanked, kitten?”

  The growl of his voice was just another caress to her body and soul. “I...no.”

  “I’m asking you first even though asking first goes against my nature. I want my hands on your ass, and I think you’ll like it, but considering what Sam did to you, I need you to tell me if this is a limit. If it is, I won’t do it.” He rubbed his hands along her rear, squeezing her cheeks with his fingertips, then rubbing over the tender spots with a caress.

  Those little pinches had bite, but like the way he’d played with her nipples, it was a good bite of pain that eased with each pass of his hand. How much better would it feel if he spanked her and then soothed her the same way?

  “Kitten? Give me the words.”

  She couldn’t say the words. Couldn’t make them come out of her mouth, so she tried to show them with her body. When he squeezed his fingers again, she didn’t hold back the moan, letting him hear the pleasure she was feeling. And when he moved to pull his hand away, she backed up into it.

  He slapped her ass lightly and she moaned again. “Words, babe.”

  “Oh, God, not a limit. Just, please, do that again.”

  He laughed, then drew her over to the sofa and sat down, tugging her with him until she sat on his lap. “My pleasure.”

  He turned her onto her hip so he was cradling her in his arms, and when his mouth landed on hers, his hand struck her ass.

  She gasped into his mouth and he spanked her again. God, how come no one had ever told her how good this could feel?

  He held her close and spanked her, harder and harder each time his hand came down against her flesh, until all her awareness focused on the tingling heat of her skin and the growing ache inside that wanted more, more, please God, more.

  * * *

  He’d bet she didn’t know it, but he’d seen hints of it in her and now he knew for sure. Becca Rickman was a wildcat. He took a break with the spankings and dragged his nails across her heated ass, making her squirm. He didn’t have to see it to know it was red. His hand stung, and her ass had to sting even more. She wound her arms around his neck, her face buried in his shoulder. Every time his hand landed, she made a noise somewhere between a squeal and a moan, and it went straight to his dick.

  He wanted to rip open his jeans and plunge into her heat until he came, but he needed to hold his shit together. He had plans tonight that included making her come over and over again, and that meant he’d have to wait. Because once he got inside her, he didn’t know if he’d last longer than a minute and he wanted her satisfied, and then some.

  So he kept up the torment, teasing her until he could smell the scent of her arousal, could feel it through his jeans. The next time she shifted on his lap, trying to get closer to his erection, he slid a hand between her thighs from behind, parted her folds and sank one finger inside her, then two, scissoring them to tease her, twisting them to find all her sensitive spots.

  “I...please. Oh, God.” She still sounded fairly coherent so he decided to turn things up another notch. She was wet enough for his purpose, and he slipped a third finger in beside the two, dragging his knuckles against her core. He couldn’t drive them as deep this way, but she took them, pushing toward them when he moved to pull away.

  “Oh, I need to come. Please!”

  Her begging tone made his inner sadist come out to play. “Not yet, kitten. Soon, though.”

  He continued to fuck her with his fingers, and then pressed his thumb against her tight rear hole. The first time he did it, she froze. He eased off, playing instead with her clit. When he sensed she was close to the point of no return, he changed tacks again and used the slippery wetness of her arousal to glide his thumb across her anus in a light caress, back and forth. She shuddered, banging her head against his shoulder, muttering incoherent words against his skin. He continued teasing her until she could do nothing but pant his name.

  Now. She’s ready now.

  “Come for me, kitten,” he ordered, and as her muscles tightened around his fingers in her pussy, his thumb breached her anus.

  She screamed, bucking against him for what seemed like forever, and then she went limp in his arms.

  He petted her until he felt her internal muscles ease and then withdrew his fingers, grabbing another blanket from the arm of the sofa. He wrapped it around her and held her, stroking her hair. Satisfaction filled his soul and helped settle his aroused cock even as his gentle touches helped settle Becca’s breathing.

  She blinked up at him, looking thoroughly satiated. He touched her cheek lightly. “How’re you doing, kitten?”

  “Mmm...what?”

  He grinned, and she smiled almost shyly. He understood that. She’d ripped apart at the seams and he guessed she’d never been teased to that point before. For all that she’d been married, she was very much an innocent.

  “Can you walk?”

  She rolled her eyes at him. “You’re good with your hands, but you’re not that good.” She got to her feet and wobbled. “Whoa. Maybe you are.”

  He choked back a laugh, and instead swung her up into his arms, carrying her to the bedroom. He dumped her unceremoniously onto the bed, bracing his hands on either side of her and getting nose to nose with her. “You’re right, I’m not that good. We are. And I’m going to prove it to you, again.”

  “Now? Because I’m pretty sure I’m done.”

  This time, he couldn’t hold back the laugh. “Daring a Dom to prove you don’t have any more orgasms in you? You might as well wave the red flag at the bul
l, babe.” Humor fled, though, when he thought about how he’d taken her past one of her limits. Well, not the exact limit she’d set, but the spirit of it. He’d used his fingers instead of his dick, but he’d still fucked her ass. “You okay with what I did?”

  That shy smile peeked out again as she nodded. “I wasn’t expecting it to feel like... I mean, no one has ever...” She threw up her hands as though she couldn’t get the words out, then her gaze dropped to his groin and back up again. “I’m fine, better than fine, but are you? I mean, you didn’t... Why?”

  He crossed his arms and drew his T-shirt over his head, letting it drop to the floor. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

  Her eyes got big and round again. “Really?”

  He threw back his head and laughed, full out laughed. “Really.” He made quick but careful work of his jeans and his boxer-briefs, then climbed onto the bed beside her. He flipped them both until he was on his back, his head against the pillows, and she was straddled across his legs, her body pressed against his still-aching cock.

  His totally naked, still-aching, unrelieved cock.

  He stifled a groan, then reached up and skimmed a hand over her head, gathering her hair into his fist. He pulled her close and kissed her, catching her husky gasp in his mouth. His other hand cupped her ass, pressing her core tighter against his groin, brushing her breasts across his chest. When he eased back on the kiss, he nipped her lip and loosened his grip. “What do you want from me, kitten? Right here, right now, what do you want to do?”

  She blinked, looking somewhat dazed. “I thought you liked to be in control.”

  He grinned. “I do. Remember what I said about choosing what we do? Well, right now, I want to know what wicked thoughts are rolling around in that big brain of yours. It’s my choice to let you be the one to decide what we do next, but I want the words. And not the polite words, babe. The ones you feel deep inside that come from the bad girl who wants to play.”

  She opened her mouth to speak then closed it, swallowing. It had been hard for her to tell him what she wanted yesterday, and he considered giving her an out, but he wanted to see what she’d do with this. She closed her eyes for a long moment, but when she opened them, she smiled. Devilishly, followed by a slow roll of her hips against his.

  “First, I want to taste you. You always smell so good, like outdoors.”

  He didn’t hide his groan. “Go for it.”

  He expected she’d go for his dick, but instead she went for his throat, rubbing her nose in the notch in his collarbone. Her tongue darted out and took a small lick there, and then she moved to his nipple. “Yum.”

  His hands tightened on her hips even as he laughed. “Glad you like that. What else do you want to taste? And I want words. Dirty words.”

  She looked at him through lowered lashes, making his stomach cramp with want. “I want to suck your cock again. I want to lick it, and nuzzle it at my own pace.” She paused, moved her mouth to his other nipple for a quick bite. “I liked it when you fucked my mouth but I didn’t get enough time to really, well, play.”

  She was going to kill him. “Kitten, you can lick me and suck me all you want, but I can’t guarantee how long I’ll last tonight before I flip you over and fuck you senseless. You’re hell on my control.”

  She smiled at that. “Good.”

  He laughed but it ended up strangled in his throat when she slid down his body and sucked him in deeply. Her hair fell forward, obscuring her face, tickling his stomach and thighs. “Christ Almighty,” he muttered, gritting his teeth. He hadn’t lied about how much longer he could hold it together.

  A little bit of control gave her a whole hell of a lot of confidence, he noted, and she used it well. When she sucked his balls into her mouth, it was game over. He fisted his hand in her hair and tugged lightly. “Enough.”

  She looked up, disappointed. “Really?”

  “Really,” he said, flipping them over again. He grabbed the condom he’d laid on the nightstand earlier and quickly sheathed himself, unable to wait even another second. “You can play another time. I want you. Right. Fucking. Now.” He plunged inside her, once, twice, three times, forcing the words out of a throat that no longer wanted to work. “Wrap your legs around me, babe.”

  She did and he groaned, throwing his head back. “So long, so long, so long,” he muttered, hanging onto the edge of reason with just his fingernails. She clenched around him, pulsing her release around his dick and it triggered his own. His whole body shook as he spilled inside her, finally, after all these years.

  * * *

  Jeremy woke up with Becca wrapped around him and his semi-aroused cock pressed up against her thigh. She’d crawled all over him in her sleep, and only the fact that she’d been exhausted had kept him from waking her and fucking her senseless.

  He hoped like hell he’d get that chance again.

  He slipped out of bed and pulled on flannel pajama pants and a sweatshirt, then went into the kitchen to start the coffee. He let Becca sleep as he got things ready for breakfast. He’d demanded a lot of her yesterday, and she’d been wrung out from coming as many times as he’d made her come. The thought made him grin, but it also made his cock ache in a hey, I’d like some more of that too way.

  He got everything ready, grabbed himself a cup of coffee, threw his parka on and headed out onto the deck with his camera. The morning was cold and clear, with only a light fog drifting through the valley below. Perfect photography weather.

  He moved around the deck, shooting various things, and found himself relaxing as he got into the rhythm. One side of his brain was busy with lighting and setting and composition, and the other side was filled with everything Rebeccah.

  He didn’t know how long he was out there, but he was startled when she came up beside him, leaning into him.

  “G’morning.”

  He capped his lens and turned to her, kissing her sleep-tousled hair, brushing a thumb across the pillow crease in her cheek. “Hey. Sleep well?”

  “Out cold. I don’t think I moved all night.”

  She had no idea she was an octopus in bed? The thought amused him. “Not exactly, but I didn’t mind.”

  She looked puzzled for a moment, but then a giant yawn escaped. “Want me to start breakfast?”

  “I’m just about done here. I’ll come in with you and we can do it together. But first, this.” He cupped her face and leaned in, brushing her lips with his. He kept it light at first, sliding his fingers from her cheek back into her hair. As her eyes fluttered closed, he closed his hand into a fist, tugging lightly. She gasped and he urged her head back, taking the kiss deeper, stroking her tongue with his then nipping her lip with his teeth. Finally, he pulled back, releasing her hair and pulling her in for a hug. “There. That’s better. Good morning, kitten.”

  She looked dazed. He loved that look on her face, the slightly unfocused, dreamy quality of it. The one that said she was thinking about that kiss and maybe even more. God knew he was.

  They ate at the breakfast bar, and after they’d cleaned up the dishes, he packed his camera equipment into one backpack and Becca packed lunch in another.

  They hiked for hours, stopping often so he could take pictures of whatever struck his fancy. It was easy to be with Becca. She didn’t feel the need to fill up all the silence with chatter, but conversation flowed. After a quick lunch in the car, they walked hand in hand through Big Meadows, and as Becca stopped to look around, he took several photos of her, her cheeks pink from the cold and her eyes sparkling with enjoyment. She turned the tables on him, too, taking pictures of him with a small camera he hadn’t known she’d brought. And before they headed back, he set up the tripod and took several timed photos of them together.

  Back at the cabin, he urged Becca to get in the shower to warm up, and while she did, he set a fire in the fireplace in the bedroom. Time for a little more fun.

  Chapter Ten

  Becca came out of the bathroom in the T-shirt Jerem
y had left hanging on the back of the door, and a pair of panties. His order had been my T-shirt and nothing else when he’d smacked her ass and sent her off to the shower, but in a moment of playful defiance, she decided she’d put her panties on anyway.

  If he wanted them off, he’d have to take them off her.

  He’d been busy while she showered. He’d folded the blankets back on the bed and had lit a fire in the fireplace. He’d filled a plate with fruit and cheese and crackers and had a bottle of wine open on a small table he’d brought in from the other room. A deck of cards was spread out like a fan over the middle of the bed. She hoped that meant strip poker.

  He came back into the room wearing nothing but a pair of loose flannel pants, his eyes warm as they ran up and down her body. “Better?”

  She’d been freezing when they got back. “Yes, thanks. I can finally feel my toes again.”

  “Good. C’mere.”

  She crossed the room to him and put her arms around his neck, standing on tip-toe to kiss him. His hands landed on her hips and slid south, hesitating for one brief moment.

  He stepped back, a frown on his face. “Lift the shirt.”

  “No,” she said, even as her heart skipped a beat.

  His voice snapped out. “I gave you an order, kitten. You disobeyed. And you’re disobeying again. Lift the shirt.”

  She had no idea why she felt compelled to do it, but she didn’t want to give in so easily to him. She dashed away, going for the door to the main room of the cabin. “Make me.”

  Jeremy’s face froze but then he grinned at her, wicked and wide. “Oh, it’s like that, is it? I warned you. I like a challenge.”

  With a grin of her own, she ducked out into the other room, and he followed. He was close and he probably could’ve overtaken her at any time, but it seemed like he was enjoying himself, the smile still fast on his face.

  She ducked behind the sofa. He darted after her, standing on the other side. He feinted to the left, and then to the right, and just as she made a break for the bedroom door, he reached over the sofa and grabbed her under the arms, hauling her over the side of it. They both fell onto the sofa, and he landed on top of her with a loud oof. “Gotcha, elf-girl.”