(CW: Just a wee bit of sex on this one.)
Not going to lie, this Christmas is going to be weird. No kids for the first time, and plan to spend it hiding away.
I have been doing a lot of that, hiding. I am ok with that. I have certain people that I would not hide from, but they are not available to me, so I will square away in my apartment with all the snacks I need and enjoy the quiet space.
I decide to settle in with my hot chocolate and popcorn at the end of the day. It really is the perfect snack for a cooler evening wrapped up in a blanket. Nestled into my couch, all cozy.
I had finally gotten into the right headspace to enjoy the free time. I had a book pulled up. It was one where the girl gets the boy. They always do, although sometimes you want to yell at them for being so stupid. All the miscommunications and time wasted because they do not know how to share their feelings. That is pretty realistic, I guess. I know I have done that more than once, but even when I am open, it doesn’t always turn out. Hence, I’m alone on the couch tonight.
But, as I said, I am ok with that. Not protesting. Not being all loud about the loneliness.
In fact, when I hear a knock on the door 30 minutes into my cozy time, I huff. Likely, my sister found out I was alone over break. So frustrating. Looking through the peephole, though, I see nothing but a box. That’s strange. I can’t imagine anyone would be delivering on Christmas except maybe Santa. But he already made his rounds.
The box is big but not particularly heavy. I open it to find a card along with fairy lights, tinsel, and an assortment of decorations. Not a huge amount, but enough to create a mini wonderland in my small space.
The card is the cryptic part. It is just one line:
You deserve to celebrate and be celebrated.
I kind of thought I already was celebrating, but I have no clue who would send this. Honestly, no one right now comes to mind at all.
I love the decor, though. But not sure I’m going to put much work into dressing up my place for just me. It seems silly.
I leave the box and go back to my cozy spot. Just as I am pulling up the blanket, another knock.
REALLY?
This time, I don’t bother with the peephole, although I probably shouldn’t do that. I grab the door and pull it open hard, ready to yell at someone.
But I can’t. I am looking at the person in front of me, and I am speechless for the first time. I am pretty sure I know who this is, but I have never met them in person, so until they open their mouth and let the words come out, I can’t be sure.
“I’m sorry.”
I want to ask, sorry for what. But it doesn’t matter now. Now that I can see him and hear him, all I can do is hug him and take in his smell. I am not sure I will ever be able to let go.
He pushes his way into my apartment. Uses his foot to close the door, all the while never letting go. His mouth finds its way to nibble up my neck and find my mouth. I struggled with hanging on to him while trying to decide the best surface to stop at. The chair next to the door was just not big enough, and the couch would have us maneuvering through a coffee table and end tables, not to mention the popcorn bowl. If we go straight back, we will get to my bedroom and the bed where we can explore to our hearts’ content.
He felt me start to lead the way, and I could feel the push and pull between us. He was having none of this control from me. It was his turn now to take over. I felt strange at first that he knew exactly which way to go. The room to the left was my office and would have a bed for us, but it was not my bed. Without hesitation, he steered right and found it easy to throw me down.
First order of business was to get me naked. He made quick work of my panties, sliding and ripping as they went down my legs. They were already so wet. The night shirt I was wearing seemed to be a little too troublesome, so it went up just enough for him to start his attack on my nipples, biting and pinching and sucking.
I couldn’t get close enough. He was being such a tease. I wanted to crawl into him. I had that feeling where you get as close as you can, and it is just not close enough. I was whimpering and moaning, caught between the pleasure and pain of his ministrations.
My cunt, (no wait, his cunt, it will always be his cunt whether he knows that or not) was reaching for him. He was nice enough to quickly undo his belt and release his cock, slamming into me hard, all while not losing contact with his mouth on me. I am going to love all the bite marks he is leaving. It is like a dream, and I need proof that this is really happening. The feel of him inside me is too much to take in. My walls are contracting around him, making his cock slide easier in and out. He takes the opportunity to slam into my ass using only my wetness as lube.
I cry out before relaxing into it and then helping him go deeper. I wanted him to cum. I needed it. My mouth was salivating and jealous of my ass for getting to have his cock buried deep. He saw my lips and my tongue moving around in that way that tells him I am craving it.
Pulling it out of my ass creates a disappointing, empty feeling, but letting him finish in my mouth makes me so happy. It doesn’t take long with his hands on my head fucking my mouth deep before I taste his cum sliding down my throat.
We are both lying there, panting, not sure where to go from here.
“What about the decorations?”
Lisa Gray 