Christmas with Nicholas: - an Untwisted seasonal story (Untwisted series Book 1)

by Alice Raine

  I was bouncing on the balls of my feet like … well, like an excited woman who’d just been told she was going to spend Christmas Day in a glass igloo with the man of her dreams, I suppose. My smile was so wide it was almost hurting my lips and my whole body was filled with a type of innocent excitement that I hadn’t experienced since I was kid and my dad had unveiled a tree house he’d built for me.

  ‘You have totally outdone yourself in the romance element, Nicholas, this is more than I could ever have dreamed of. I can’t wait to see it, can we go in?’

  Laughing at my barely contained energy Nicholas nodded, ‘Of course. No outdoor footwear is allowed in the igloo, though, so let’s take our boots off out here.’ Ducking slightly to get into the arched tunnel I immediately felt a slight warmth to the air and made my way to the mat by the door. Stomping as much snow from my boots as I could I then took them off, placed them on the boot rack, and with a grin to Nicholas opened the door to our igloo.

  Wow. The inside was incredible. The glass dome was like a TARDIS; much larger than I had expected, and easily high enough to stand in. The space was dominated by a huge round bed covered in cushions, furs, and blankets, but to the side sat a squashy-looking sofa. The lower level of the dome even had curtains so you could have extra privacy if you wished. There was a wooden wall behind the bed providing a head rest and cutting off a section of the dome, but as I moved across to look behind it I found a small but very nice toilet and shower cubicle, plus a well-stocked fridge, microwave, and kettle. You could quite easily live there if you wanted to!

  Spinning on the spot I raised my eyes to the dome above me and gazed out at the clear blue sky and snow topped trees. There really were no words adequate enough to describe just how magical or perfect this place was. I was completely lost for words.

  ‘I’m going to take your smile and silence as a good sign,’ Nicholas chuckled as he approached me and hung his coat on a hook above the fridge. ‘Now, it’s plenty warm enough in here so let’s get your coat off … and perhaps a few other items of clothing too,’ he murmured seductively, his sudden change in tone instantly snapping me from my dreamlike state as I jerked my face to him and found his eyes practically devouring me whole as he began to undo my jacket.

  My throat felt thick with a swiftly descending lust, and I tried and failed to swallow as my attention became totally wrapped up in Nicholas and the way his fingers nimbly began sliding my coat from my shoulders and lifting my jumper over my head. Now that I was just standing before him in my T-shirt and thermal under shirt I saw his eyes begin to twinkle as he openly stared at my breasts. ‘That jumper did a good job of hiding the clamps, but I can see them now.’ Raising both hands he circled the outermost part of my breasts with a finger, cupped them both, and then very gently ran his thumb over my captured nipples. The moan that escaped my lips at his contact on my over-sensitised flesh was almost tortured and my back arched greedily towards him, not sure if I were pleading for more contact, or for the pressure to finally be released.

  ‘I bet your nipples are just crying out for me to remove the clamps and lick them better, aren’t they, Rebecca?’ he asked, his tone low and so gritty that it caused another strangled noise to escape my throat. The way this man could make me so needy with just words and a few scarce touches was just incredible, and at his provocative words my legs weakened and I ended up grabbing his forearms for support, feeling so turned on that I thought I might fall over. ‘Yes … Nicholas … please … ’

  ‘Eyes open, Rebecca,’ he murmured softly and when my glazed eyes finally managed to peel open I found Nicholas looking quite satisfied by my needy state; his gaze was narrowed and a cocky smile sat on his beautiful lips. Normally I’d have fired off a remark to put him back in his place, but seeing as he was the cause for my immense arousal he probably had the right to be looking so pleased with himself.

  As he peeled off my T-shirt and the thin thermal under layer, Nicholas was exceptionally careful not to hurt my sensitive nipples, and I found that the cooler air of the igloo was actually quite refreshing on my heated skin. A growl rumbled from Nicholas’ chest as he looked at my reddened, clamped nipples and once again cupped the weight of my breasts in his hot palms. Suddenly, as if he couldn’t help himself, his head ducked down and he ran his tongue around the edge of my areolas, but frustratingly avoided the needy tips.

  After his small diversion Nicholas chuckled to himself and then removed my snow trousers, leggings, and knickers before scooping me into his arms and laying me in the centre of the pile of furs on the circular bed. I was now laying with a perfect view of the cloudless sky above us, but my gaze was instantly distracted when I heard the noise of Nicholas’ zipper being undone.

  Turning my head I watched as he swiftly undressed, his eyes were firmly focused on mine, but I was nowhere as disciplined and my gaze dropped to his crotch as he lowered his trousers, thermals, and boxer shorts in one go to reveal his straining erection. His disrobing certainly lacked his usual controlled elegance and I smiled to myself, pleased that he was obviously feeling the same longing and impatience that I was.

  Joining me on the bed Nicholas immediately honed in on my clamped nipples, his head lowering as he cocked his head from side to side and examined me in excruciating detail without actually making any contact with my desperately deprived skin. ‘So beautiful …’ he murmured, his hot breath fanning across my chest shortly before he transferred his weight to one side, gripped the first clamp, and swiftly removed it. Even though the clips hadn’t been particularly tight, searing heat erupted in my released skin and I let out a cry and arched off the bed, my fingers fisting in the blankets as a flash of pain shot through me before my nipple was suddenly bathed in immense pleasure as Nicholas took it gently in his mouth, lathing my smarting skin with swipes of his skilled tongue. His touch simultaneously soothed my skin whilst also arousing me to levels almost beyond my comprehension until my body was out of my control, writhing shamelessly amongst the furs as unintelligible noises flowed from my lips and my head thrashed from side to side.

  Not drawing out my torture any longer Nicholas quickly disposed of the second clip, completing the same soothing aftercare with his hot mouth and then replacing his lips with his hands, thumbs rubbing across my nubs with such gentle touches that I very nearly came from just his first touch. As his hands continued to distract me Nicholas began to trace his lips up to my collarbone and then neck, his open mouthed kisses and dashes of hot tongue making my skin pebble with goose pimples. Then finally, blissfully, he shifted his hands to either side of my head and I felt his throbbing cock come to rest at my entrance at the same time as he landed a scorching kiss on my lips and then thrust inside of me.

  We both cried out as our bodies were connected, and then Nicholas pulled out of me slowly, almost all the way to the tip, before thrusting back in with the same slow, torturous pace. With every thrust and shift of our heated bodies his rough chest hair scraped across my smarting nipples and sent shooting darts of pleasure to my groin. Suddenly on a slightly faster thrust I exploded in climax around him with no warning whatsoever, the power of my orgasm so immense that it made me yell his name loudly as my eyes rolled back in my head, fingers clutching at his shoulders until I was sure I must be marking him. Then, on a deep thrust Nicholas joined me, filling me with his climax as an animalistic noise ripped from his throat and echoed around the dome.

  Nicholas collapsed onto me panting and murmuring my name repeatedly into my hair as he rolled us over so that I was spread across his chest, my own breathing just as unsteady and laboured as his as I tried to recover from what was quite possibly the best orgasm of my entire life.

  For several minutes we were content to simply lay entwined staring up at the darkening Icelandic sky. In just an hour or so the first stars of the long night would begin to twinkle, and what a sight that would be. What an utterly incredible place this was going to be to spend the night. Shifting slightly below me Nicholas wrapped his arm around me
a little more firmly and let out a long breath.

  ‘Happy Christmas, Becky,’ he murmured against my temple. ‘I love you … more than words could ever express.’

  Feeling happier and more content than I could believe I leant up and smiled shyly at Nicholas, not sure how to match his declarations without being overly soppy. My hair fell in a curtain around us and for once, instead of chastising me for tucking it behind my ears he did the job for me, raising a hand and hooking back the loose strands so I could see him properly. ‘I love you too, Nicholas. Happy Christmas. This day, this whole week, has just been incredible, thank you.’

  Pulling me to his side Nicholas chuckled. ‘It’s not over yet, Becky, we’ve got all night ahead of us, champagne waiting in the fridge, and a very long checklist of things that I want to do to you.’ Lifting his head up to meet mine he placed a gentle kiss on my smiling lips, ‘In fact, I may as well get started on that list right now …’

  Crikey, it sounded like my Christmas evening was going to be quite eventful. Giggling as Nicholas flipped me over and ran his fingers across my ticklish lower ribs I grinned; as Christmases go, I think this one would go down in history as my most special and memorable ever.

  A Final Note …

  Nicholas loved the Christmas gifts that Rebecca got for him. The photograph has pride of place on the mantelpiece in his piano room and he wears the cufflinks to every concert he plays – but the scrapbook that Rebecca made him was by far his favourite gift. The effort and time she’d put into it were obvious to him and unlike any gift he’d ever received before. Just by flicking through the pages of their treasured memories Nicholas was overcome with just how much Rebecca obviously really did love him, flaws and all.

  Rebecca had been thrilled by Nicholas’ response to the book; he’d spent hours poring over every tiny thing in there when she’d given it to him, and in the weeks that have passed she still catches him sitting looking through it. What Rebecca doesn’t know, though, is that Nicholas has started adding to the scrapbook, filling the empty pages with mementoes from their Icelandic adventure and the things they’ve done together since. His plan is to add to it every week for the next year, and then give it back to Rebecca next Christmas in the hope that she will open it and feel just as special and loved as he did when he received it.

  The Untwisted Series

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  Copyright © Alice Raine 2014

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