His Christmas Gift ; Decadent Holiday Pleasures

by Janice Sims

  “On the contrary, Em, J.Z. has been very helpful to me. He’s a wise man and I’m grateful for his advice.”

  Emma’s face brightened. She let go of J.Z.’s ear. Tears appeared in her eyes as she turned a proud gaze on her husband. J.Z. took the opportunity to bestow a sweet kiss on her silken cheek and whisper, “I told you so. No harm, no foul.”

  She hugged him. “Just behave yourself for the rest of the evening,” Adam heard her say. She smiled at Adam over her shoulder.

  Adam suppressed a laugh at the triumphant expression on J.Z.’s face as his wife dragged him off, probably to chastise him for going against her wishes.

  * * *

  The party broke up around two in the morning. Before the guests departed, Alia and Adam presented their guests with tins of homemade Christmas cookies that had been made by Adam and wrapped up by her. Thankfully, guests had been respectful of their home, and except for clearing off the buffet table, there wasn’t much cleaning to do afterward, so Alia took Adam by the hand and led him to their bedroom. Being around loved ones and friends had given her a feeling of contentment.

  Also, the looks Adam had been giving her all night made her feel desirable. He’d always made her feel desirable, but there had been something extra in the way he’d been watching her tonight. His gaze on her caused her core to heat up with intense sexual desire. She didn’t know if she could lie next to him tonight without wanting more than a cuddle from him.

  He was fairly devouring her with his eyes right now. Her nipples hardened as his gaze went from her eyes to her mouth to her cleavage.

  If she didn’t love him so much, she’d be angry with him. He knew exactly what he did to her when he looked at her like that. It wasn’t fair! He continued to make her burn beneath her skin by purposely letting his gaze roam over her sex-starved body, and then, when they went to bed, he would sleep like a baby beside her while she’d lie awake wishing he was making love to her.

  In the bedroom, she undressed, all the while talking to him as he also undressed. She kept her eyes averted, not wanting to see his pecs or his abs, that perfectly shaped butt or those long muscular legs. Any naked skin. She’d wait until he put on his pajamas, and then she’d look.

  The way Adam had been regarding her reminded her of how Brock had been looking at Macy earlier. “I don’t know what’s going on in Brock’s head,” she said as she stepped out of her dress, which she’d unzipped and bent to pick up off the floor where it had fallen around her ankles. “If I didn’t know better I’d think he’d fallen in lust with Macy.”

  This must have gotten Adam’s attention because he strode out of the walk-in closet where he’d been hanging his clothes up and exclaimed, “Really? Wouldn’t that make Macy happy? You’ve been saying she has a thing for Brock.”

  Alia was still refusing to look at him so she didn’t notice he was nude until he hugged her from behind and she felt the outline of his body against hers.

  More specifically, she felt his erection on her backside.

  She immediately panicked. What was this? Was it an experiment he wanted to conduct to see if his therapy sessions were working, and he’d neglected to warn her that it was coming?

  She was terrified the experiment would fail and he’d suffer a setback, and they’d have to start again at the beginning of this...whatever this was they were going through.

  Her mind was trying to figure out what he was up to, but her body was ready for action. He appeared ready, too. His penis felt very hard. She resisted the impulse to reach back and grab it. “Um, is that what I think it is?”

  “What do you think it is?” he asked huskily.

  She was afraid to say.

  It wasn’t as if he hadn’t gotten an erection since he’d been back. There had been numerous times he’d woken up with a stiff penis. But he’d quickly cover it. She believed he knew that seeing him with a hard penis, with no benefit in it for her, made her feel neglected.

  Now, though, he was hard and he was pressing himself against her. What was a woman to do? She was weak with desire. He pressed harder against her. The decision was made.

  Wearing only her panties, bra and heels, she turned and faced him. Her eyes met his. “I think it’s my husband, come to fulfill every sexual fantasy I ever had.”

  He smiled seductively. “Every last one.”

  And then he kissed her.

  Chapter 9

  Alia Joie’s lips were soft, her breath clean and warm and tasting slightly of the white wine she’d drunk earlier. She closed her eyes and he felt the flutter of her eyelashes on his face. As he kissed her, his tongue dancing with hers, he marveled at the confidence building within him. The fear was gone. He didn’t even worry that his excitement was going to get the better of him and he’d come before entering her. He was directing his actions, not his fear. It was as if his former skill as a lover had switched on in his head.

  His hands remembered the shape of her, the little dips and curves and planes of her body. He loved the soft exclamations of delight issuing from her kiss-swollen lips.

  Their bodies still touching, he reached up and pulled down one bra strap, and she took care of the other side. He was accustomed to getting her out of her lingerie in record time, and he hadn’t lost his touch. She was braless and pantyless in seconds.

  He hadn’t been pressed against her completely naked body in such a long time he had to take a moment to relish the sensation. Her nipples were hard and he was distracted by them. In fact, he was so excited, wanting all of her at once, that he almost didn’t know where to start.

  Then he remembered something that might derail his plans for tonight, and softly said, “We haven’t discussed birth control since I’ve been back.”

  She hadn’t been on the pill when he’d left. They had been using condoms until they decided they wanted to have children.

  She smiled up at him. “The condoms you left in the nightstand are still there.”

  “You don’t think they’re too old?”

  “They’ll do in a pinch,” she said breathlessly. “Unless you want to make love without them. After our time apart, I’ve decided I definitely want to have children.”

  He breathed a sigh of relief. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

  She gyrated against him. Her hands grabbed his backside and squeezed. She was still wearing her heels and kicked them off. Three inches shorter now, she raised one leg and wrapped it around one of his. Now their pelvises were so close all he had to do was gently push her against the wall behind them and impale her. Which he did. It was a good thing the wall was well built because once his penis connected with her vagina, the pressure they put on that poor wall would have caused a weaker structure to come crashing down.

  She was hot and tight and his member had never been hungrier for her. He’d spent sleepless nights in his tiny room at the facility, wondering if he’d ever be inside his bride again. Cursing himself for ever leaving her.

  Alia Joie clung to him, her beautiful brown body glistening now with a thin layer of perspiration, which only made her more delectable. She threw her head back in ecstasy and he redoubled his efforts. She felt so good. His muscles ached with righteous exertion. He was glad he worked out so hard. It gave him the strength to give his woman what she needed, what she had been needing and he hadn’t been giving her. That thought made him kind of giddy with power. He didn’t care if his penis turned out to be a cruel dictator and abused its power. It was working now and that was all that mattered.

  He gave her all he had, and when he met her eyes, and saw she was totally engaged and eager for more, he gave it to her. He was sweating trying to hold back the orgasm of all orgasms. Her enjoyment was the important thing here. When she let out a protracted moan that sounded like a release that had been a long time coming, he howled as he came inside of Alia Joie. Yes, the wolf had to put in an appearance tonight.

/>   Then Alia Joie screamed, too. He’d been fooled by her reaction. She hadn’t come yet. He attributed it to the length of time they’d been apart. That was okay; they’d get back in sync soon. He observed her as she climaxed. Her breasts were heaving, her skin moist and glowing, and her nipples reminded him of dark berries. As she came down, he couldn’t resist licking them. She quivered in his arms, looked into his eyes and smiled at him. “Shower together, then round two in bed?”

  He grinned. “You’re a greedy woman. I like that.”

  They spent several minutes soaping and stroking each other’s bodies with sponges in the huge shower. Alia Joie wore a shower cap to keep her hair from getting wet, but the rest of her body was his to revel in. She really was more beautiful than he’d remembered. He’d told her that when they’d met again at the Pentagon, but now he knew he hadn’t been exaggerating. How could he have denied himself this pleasure for so long?

  Her flawless dark-chocolate-brown skin with red undertones looked so healthy and vibrant. Her body was soft in the right places, and firm and muscular in others, all of it consisting of feminine curves. He’d never been attracted to bony bodies; he liked having someone he could hold on to. Alia Joie had a body built for love. She gave as good as she got and she had stamina, for which he was grateful.

  She was looking at him like he was something good to eat. She flashed him some teeth, her lips red and heart-shaped. “Your eyes have that swagger back that I recognized in them the night we met.”

  He bent and gently kissed her high on the cheek. “Oh, yeah? Are you saying I was conceited, arrogant and maybe even cocksure?”

  “All of the above,” she teased him. “But I could see that underneath your overconfidence you were a sweet human being.”

  “Did you really?” he asked. “Or were you willing to go out with me and hope for the best? As I recall, you were the one who asked me out.”

  She laughed softly. “I knew you’d never get up the nerve to ask me. You were confident, but you didn’t want to risk rejection. Like with some men I’ve known in the past, my family’s money incapacitated you.”

  They’d had this discussion before. He’d confessed that her position had intimidated him. He knew her family was worth billions and wondered what an heiress would want with him.

  “What any woman would want from a man,” she’d told him. “To love and cherish her.”

  So now, he gazed lovingly into her eyes and said, “I’ve always liked a challenge.”

  “So have I,” she replied saucily, and stood on tiptoe to kiss him.

  * * *

  Alia felt like doing a pirouette right in the middle of her bedroom when her husband carried her from the bathroom after their shower and set her down at the foot of the bed. But she thought it wise not to act like a crazy woman the first night Adam had made love to her in over two years. She didn’t want to scare him. All sorts of questions she wanted to ask him about his miraculous recovery were bouncing around in her head. Those, also, would have to wait. Nothing was going to get in the way of some more of his good loving.

  “You sit there while I get a few things,” he said, his eyes raking over her naked body.

  She sat down on the bed and crossed her legs, watching him as he walked over to the tall chest of drawers. In one of the drawers, she stored essential body oils that she used to keep her skin, hair and nails healthy. There were also oils that Adam liked to use on her when they were making love.

  She held her breath, anticipating his opening that drawer. When he did, she let out the breath and sighed. Yes, she was in for a treat. He opened the drawer and pretended he needed a moment to select just the right essential oil that would help him work his magic.

  In the meantime, she enjoyed the view. Damn, the man was fine. He moved with grace and power. Reddish-brown skin, the play of muscles underneath, that six-pack and V spot just below his waist, kind of pointing to his manhood. He was well endowed, but she didn’t care about that as long as he knew how to use what God had given him. And he did. He’d always known how to please her. What had happened to him in Abu Dhabi to make him forget that?

  “Aha,” Adam said triumphantly, holding up a small brown bottle. “Argan oil infused with lavender.” He twisted the cap off and lifted the dropper out of the bottle, appreciatively sniffing the fragrant oil. Putting the dropper back into the bottle and turning to regard her as he walked slowly toward her, he said, “Moroccan women have been enticing men with this beauty enhancer for thousands of years, and it still works today.”

  Alia feigned ignorance. “Thousands of years, Professor?”

  “I’ll have you know, wife, that the Moroccans have been using argan oil since ancient times. It’s recorded in history books.”

  Alia sighed languidly. Her egghead husband would know the history of argan oil. She played along. “Pray tell, Professor.”

  He came and gently pushed her down on the bed, gesturing for her to lie back and relax. Smiling, she complied, secretly looking forward to his next move.

  He took his time pouring some of the oil into the palm of his left hand, recapping it with his right and setting the bottle on the adjacent nightstand, then rubbing his palms together. “It’s recorded in the history books that in 1510 African explorer Leo Africanus—you’ve heard of him, right?”

  “Yes,” Alia acknowledged.

  “When he was traveling in Morocco he was introduced to argan oil. Later, the oil was brought to Europe, where only rich people could afford to use it. But today, my beauty, even the lowliest of the low can use this incredible rejuvenating oil.”

  Alia laughed softly. He did have a way with words. When he began rubbing the oil on her thigh and down her leg, she had to admit he was also a talented masseur.

  He indicated he wanted her on her stomach, and she rolled over. She felt drops of oil falling onto her back, following the length of her spine. Then he straddled her and began massaging the oil into her shoulders and back, down to her buttocks. It felt so relaxing, having his hands on her, that she didn’t dare close her eyes because she would have drifted off into a satisfied slumber. Not wanting to do that, her eyes flew open out of panic, and she saw the time on the clock on the nightstand. It was after three in the morning. She hadn’t realized it was that late. “You don’t think when we shouted earlier, we disturbed any of the neighbors, do you?” she asked.

  Adam chuckled. “I wouldn’t worry about that if I were you.”

  At the base of her spine, she felt his penis growing hard again. “No,” she said. “I have more pressing things to think about right now.”

  He laughed. “Indeed, you do.” And with that he got off her, rolled her onto her back, spread her legs and positioned himself between them. Their eyes met and held. In his she saw his love for her. It was indomitable in its purity. God, she’d missed that look. She hadn’t known until now how much.

  With her legs spread like this, she felt vulnerable yet strong. In this position, she was at her weakest. However, the assurance of his affections, knowing that he was hers and she was his, made her feel powerful. He took his manhood in his hand and placed the tip at the entrance of her feminine center. He felt warm and extremely hard. Her vagina moistened even more. She was so excited. He pushed into her and she welcomed him, her vaginal walls contracting and loosening. He pushed farther inside and she gasped. It was so sensory laden. She thrust upward, moving him deeper inside. He pulled out, the length of him growing cooler on the outside, and when he penetrated her again, she could feel the coolness, which stimulated her, causing her nipples to harden.

  To Alia, this was a ballet on the sheets. She relished the feel, the grace, the sheer miracle that was two human bodies giving and receiving pleasure. Adam was looking deeply into her eyes, his communicating his love for her. Hers were misty, she was sure, because she felt very emotional. She was so grateful they had finally arrived at this level of
trust. He was coming back to her, body and soul.

  Their hands were clasped tightly when the orgasm hit her. She squeezed his hands tightly within her own and cried out, “I love you so much!”

  He groaned with his own release and she felt his seed flowing into her. She knew they had made a baby. Was it wishful thinking? No, there was no doubt in her mind. One sexual encounter and she was pregnant. Her body was ripe for it. The waiting had been agonizing. She’d wished, so many times when he was away, that he had left her with a child before he’d gone off to the Middle East. A child would have made the waiting more tolerable. But she hadn’t even had that to console her.

  She felt his body relax. He’d let go after his orgasm, but he hadn’t collapsed on top of her. He bent his head and gently kissed her, making it a sensual interlude that capped off their lovemaking nicely. He met her gaze after that and said, “I will never leave you again.”

  She threw her arms around his neck and clung to him. “I’m going to hold you to that promise. Especially since I think we just made little Adam.”

  He grinned, seemingly delighted with the notion. “You think so?”

  “Yes, I do.”

  He lay beside her and pulled her against him, spooning her. “I hope it’s true. It’s time we had an addition to the family.”

  They remained there for a few silent moments, then Alia had to know. “How did you know you were ready tonight?”

  She listened raptly as he described his state of mind for the past few weeks. He told her his sessions with Dr. Klein had been helpful. He had begun to realize that the reason he felt unable to make love to her was because when he was taken against his will, he’d felt emasculated and, unfortunately, many men equate feeling less masculine with being unable to get an erection. Dr. Klein had not said outright that some men felt their penises were the seat of their power, but Adam believed that’s how he subconsciously felt. Then he’d had an enlightening conversation with J. Z. Johnson.