After all the drama, all the ruined parties and screaming matches that marked the end of my attempted match with Morelli, I found myself alone on Christmas Eve, which was fine because it was either this or spend it with the Kloughns and grandma at my parents’ house, and I’d rather stab my eye with a fork than endure that scene.
Besides, it gave me time to think, not to mention clean, and after everything, including myself, was scrubbed and polished, it was after 11:00pm and I was relaxing with a glass of wine on the couch in nothing but a stretchy lace tank top and pair of matching low cut shorts, relishing the soft music and candle light that caught and sparkled in the newly polished surfaces.
“Come Away With Me…” by Norah Jones was playing, and as the wine took affect, the languid pace and her husky sweet voice had melted me into the corner of the couch with my head and neck stretched back, eyes closed and so totally oblivious to my surroundings that I didn’t hear the lock tumble or my door open and shut.
Deep into the song, I began to sing along, the words calling to mind a certain man in black so vividly that I sighed, getting a flash of heat that made my thighs part and my hips shift to the slow beat.
Even though I knew I was alone in the room, it almost felt like he was there and I murmured his name out loud, groaning at the thought of him, wishing that some miracle would happen and he’d appear just like he always seemed to do when I needed him the most, and tonight I needed him bad.
Fantasizing about him had become somewhat of a nightly ritual this past week with each session seeming to get more wild, more intense, and tonight’s added bonus of wine had loosened me up, freed my mind to go down some of the darker paths I’d only thought about in passing.
Groaning a little, I let my knees fall apart and began to slide my hands down my belly, then down my legs and slowly back up the silky skin on my inner thighs, imagining his dark eyes tracing the same path, followed by his hands, his soft lips, his hot, wet tongue…
His voice caressed me from the dark and I figured I was only imagining things when I heard him whisper, “Who do you burn for, babe? Is that for me?”
I gasped in a shuddery breath and felt myself get instantly wet, my nipples stiffening into hard points that practically poked through the lace.
Judging from the loud moan that ripped out of my mouth, my imaginary Ranger must’ve figured my answer was yes because I heard his soft laugh before things took an extremely unexpected turn and I actually thought I felt his fingers trailing just behind my hands, the warmth and slightly roughened texture of his touch calling up the memories of the only other time I’d felt anything close to the excitement that raced through me tonight.
Keeping my hands on a steady course up seemed to be the current plan and I was on the ride of my life, figuring I must’ve hit on the perfect combination of horniness and wine to give me the best fantasy to date.
“Let me see you.” His voice whispered and I relaxed my legs and let my hands travel the last few inches before I made contact with the most sopping wet pair of clingy shorts I’d ever owned.
Making slow circles through the soaked fabric, I rocked my hips and groaned when I thought I felt his fingers following along with mine, but what really sent me over the edge was when I swore I felt his mouth latch onto my open folds through the thin lace fabric and scrape at me gently with his teeth.
“No way!” I thought and gasped, my eyes flying open when my fingers came into contact with the hard angle of his jaw and meeting a pair of burning black eyes a split second before his hands locked around mine and held them in place, his silent command loud and clear.
Open-mouthed, I shuddered when he danced his tongue in and around my fingers, encouraging me to continue on with what I had in mind, even as he followed along, his hot mouth multiplying the sensations by a factor of a thousand.
Probably I should’ve wondered what he was doing here on a night where everyone had someone to be with, but I was so blown away, and in such a state that I didn’t stop to think about the whys, only that by some miracle, the only thing I wanted for Christmas was currently peeling my shorts away and burying his face between my legs, his hands now trapping mine and lacing our fingers together.
Quiet sighs and soft gasps met his slipping lips and dancing tongue and it didn’t take long before I was shuddering against him, my hands tightening on his as waves of pleasure raced through me.
Ranger didn’t stop until I was spread wide open, flushed, panting and so hungry that I reached down and pulled him up, asking without words for the rest of what I needed.
Scooping me up, he headed for my bedroom and laid me down before quickly stripping, his eyes watching my face and going black as I raked my eyes over every new inch of exposed skin, licking my lips without control when his hard, thick cock sprang free, jerking a little under my greedy gaze.
“Tell me what you want, Stephanie.” He murmured in my ear after he’d covered me, his hard, hot body pressing me into the mattress and his hands recapturing mine.
Under normal circumstances, I’d be tongue-tied and nervous as hell around him, but I was in an altered state and as I melted under his heavy weight I told him, “I want you for Christmas, and no take backs. Deal?”
Velvet lips brushed mine back and forth and his eyes locked me up as he whispered, “Deal” before pushing once and sliding deep inside, both of us shuddering at the intensity of being together again after so long.
Waking up several hours later to pale, weak sun creeping through my bedroom window, I shifted and bumped into a hard warm body and I smiled as he wrapped me up and pulled me against him, murmuring, “Merry Christmas” before he rolled me under him and kissed me senseless.
X-mas, 2004 started off so bad, but wound up being the best Christmas ever and by the time I made it over to my folks’ house that night, Ranger in tow, I was glowing from head to foot.
“You deserved it, sunshine.” someone whispered in my ear and I grinned as I recognized Diesel’s disembodied voice just before the clock struck midnight, signaling the end of Christmas Day.
Zipping back from my folks, Ranger passed my apartment and threw me the sweetest smile before taking my hand, and laughing at my dazed look when he said, “You know that no take backs also means forever, babe. I’m taking you home.”
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