RomanceFromSweettoKinkybyBerengariaBrown (4 page)

The man may have failed dismally in his choice of gift for her last year, but one look at her from his deep-blue, soulful, sad puppy-dog eyes, and she’d instantly forgiven him. His thick, brown hair curled on the collar of his shirt, the perfect length for her to run her fingers through it or grip onto it as he pounded into her.

His arms and legs were lightly tanned and solidly muscled. He was strong enough to pick her up and whirl her around, without her worrying that he might rupture something important while carrying her slightly overweight form.

James was an even six feet tall, the right height for her to rest her head on his shoulder or to snuggle against the hard, muscular wall of his chest. All in all he was perfection personified, sex on a stick and all hers. Yum! And this year she was absolutely determined Christmas would be perfect, too.

***

James knew he was the luckiest man on earth to have Marianne. She was the most delicious armful he’d ever held. Lushly curved in all the right places, breasts a man could cup and suck, an ass to hold onto when fucking her, and a red-hot lover in bed prepared to try anything he suggested. She was also a clever and witty person to spend time with, and after all, they had to get out of bed sometimes, so that was important too.

He really hoped he’d gotten her gift right this year. He’d bought her a matching gold necklace and bracelet because she said she liked gold and he knew she loved jewelry and wore a lot of it. Quirky things, like flashing Santa earrings, as well as beautiful pieces, like an amethyst stone on a chain.

He’d thought about getting her nipple clamps. He could just picture those pink, rosy nipples, topped by gold clips, but he didn’t want to fuck it up two years in a row, so went for the safe alternative.

Marianne opened the door to her apartment on his knock, a wide smile on her lips, her dark brown eyes sparkling with anticipation. Damn she looked good.

“Happy Christmas, honey.”

James leaned in for a gentle kiss, then couldn’t resist deepening it, pulling her against his aching dick, and showing her just how much he wanted her.

Finally he broke the kiss just seconds before he would have passed out for lack of oxygen.

“Maybe we’d better continue this inside,” he suggested breathing heavily.

“Good plan.” She stepped back to let him enter.

He kicked the door shut behind himself, then pulled her back into his arms. She felt so good there, so much a part of himself. His tongue dived into her mouth again, tasting her, sliding along the insides of her cheeks, behind her teeth, across the roof of her mouth. She was so damn delicious. Honey, nectar, and ambrosia all rolled together into one magnificent woman.

James gripped her hips, grinding his aching dick against her pelvis. Suddenly, he couldn’t wait a moment longer. “I want you so much.”

“I always want you.”

And that was true. She was always ready and wet for him, so accommodating, so loving and giving. Damn he was one hell of a lucky man.

James flipped her over his shoulder, one hand holding the voluptuous curve of her ass as he jogged down the hallway to her bedroom.

It was a welcoming room, without being girly. The comforter was a deep gold, the rug bronze, and there was a painting of a field of sunflowers in full bloom on the wall opposite the bed.

But right now the only thing he wanted to see was Marianne naked. He swung her upright and dropped them both onto the bed, his lips locked to hers. Their bodies bounced a little bit on the mattress, then he slid one leg between hers, held her face in both hands and thrust his tongue into her mouth.

Marianne’s hands wiggled under his shirt her palms flattening against his back. Meanwhile her tongue was tangling with his.

He let go of her face and put his hands to better use, pulling her Christmas tree sweater up and off her body, unsnapping her bra and tugging on the waistband of her deep green skirt.

“How about I do that so you don’t rip it?” But then she laughed so he knew she wasn’t cross at him.

He moved away a little and hastily unbuttoned his own shirt, longing for more skin-on-skin contact. James unzipped his jeans and pulled them down, kicking his legs wildly to free his feet, then he hauled Marianne back into his arms where she belonged.

Oh yeah, she did belong there. Right in his arms forever.

He took a moment to look at the earrings she was wearing today, miniature snowmen, and her holiday bracelet—lots of tiny parcels—and then his mouth locked onto hers, his body covered her completely, and he slid a finger into her cunt.

“You’re so wet, honey.”

“You make me that way.”

“I love you,” he groaned, sinking his aching dick to the hilt in her wet, clenching heat.

He wanted to give her a moment to adjust to his girth, but she’d already wrapped her legs around his hips, digging her heels into the small of his back.

It was too much. He couldn’t wait any longer.

James withdrew a little way, then thrust into her, holding her shoulders, pressing his chest against the diamond-hard points of her breasts.

Heart pounding, hips and muscles snapping backward and forward, James set a furious pace, driving them both higher and higher toward the release they both craved.

Marianne’s nails were digging into his shoulders, and her heels into his back. They were glued together with sweat and passion and suddenly James knew that’s what he wanted for the rest of his life. Marianne in his arms, his bed, his life, forever. And if she turned their apartment into a forest of Christmas trees with dazzling neon Christmas lights on every branch, well, hell, it’d be worth it to see her smile.

He pulled his cock almost completely out of her tight, wet cunt, then, as he slammed back into her he said, “I love you so much, Marianne. Marry me, please?”

“Oh yes. You mean everything to me, James.”

The words of love shattered his control and the cum surged up his cock and into Marianne.

Quickly, he pinched her clit and she convulsed in his arms as his seed continued to spurt into her.

***

They dozed for a little while them Marianne rolled over and reached into the nightstand. She pushed James flat onto his back and sat across his hips, rubbing her wet cunt very deliberately over his dick.

She couldn’t help smiling when it instantly grew straighter, seeming to sit up and beg her for something more.

“What are you planning now?” James asked, his gaze on Marianne.

“A little holiday snack before the dinner is ready to eat,” she replied, opening the tube of strawberry body paint.

“Huh?”

“Watch.”

She squeezed the tube and made a big, red circle around one of his nipples. She drizzled a wiggly line across his chest to the other nipple and circled it, putting a red dob on the hard, little button. Then she painted lines and spirals, stopping just above his cock.

Picking up the green tube, Marianne filled in the gaps in her artwork with boxes and blobs of peppermint, working her way down his body to his cock. After decorating his now rigid shaft, she slid off his body and went and got a hand mirror. She held it angled so James could see himself.

“Happy Christmas, Santa. You’re all decorated for the holiday and I’m going to eat you up.”

“What? Don’t I get to paint you too?”

“Of course.”

“And then we fuck.”

“Hell, yes.”

“You really will marry me, wont you, Marianne. I can’t live without you.” His blue eyes were serious as he gazed into her face.

“Yes, I will. I love you so much.”

“Well in that case, let’s forget about the holiday decorating and get straight to the fucking.”

James flipped her off him and onto her back beside him, sliding over her body and driving his cock deep into her cunt, smearing strawberry and peppermint body paint all over them both.

But neither of them noticed.

***

After a long, hot shower they sat at the table Marianne had prepared so thoughtfully.

They held hands in the light of the four Christmas angel candles, toasted each other with champagne from crystal flutes, and enjoyed their meal served from platters painted with reindeer.

James looked around the room, enjoying the special holiday decorations and encouraging Marianne to tell him the story behind so many of them. It was then he realized that it was the stories that made the holiday special. Each ornament held its own tale—the first one she’d ever bought herself; one brought home from a vacation in the mountains; one given to her by a close friend who’d moved to another state.

His woman was multi-layered, a person who cared about others, who’d made deep and abiding friendships over the years.

James jumped out of his chair to pull Marianne into his arms and hold her tightly. “I love you so much. The more I learn about you the more I love you.”

“I love you too. I’m so glad you accept and understand my holiday addiction. You mean so much to me I’d genuinely try to give it up for you, but I don’t know if I could.”

“I wouldn’t want you to. I love you just the way you are. Although I’m thinking naked, with red and green body paint might be better.”

“Naked, hmm. Well we never did get to lick it off each other, so that’s likely a gap in the program we should fix.” She smiled at him.

James took her hand and gently pulled her to her feet and into his arms.

“I can’t wait to see what you think of for the holidays next year,” he said and kissed her.

Berengaria Brown:

Berengaria is a multi-published author of erotic romance: contemporary, paranormal (ghosts, vampires, fairies and werewolves) and Regency-set historical. She loves to read all different kinds of romance so that is what she writes: one man/one woman; two women; two men; two men/one woman; three men, two women/one man…. Whatever the characters need for their very hot happily-ever-after, Berengaria makes sure they get it.

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