A Curvy Christmas (5 page)

“Seriously, you aren’t even going to get under the covers with me?”

“Too much temptation,” he said, his arm draped over her, holding her close.

“Like I said, Greg. You are much too nice.”

Waking up, was different somehow, Her bed felt different, and then she remembered Greg. He was still there, lying next to her, fast asleep. This was not a normal situation for Robin, who normally slept with men at their place, never bringing anyone back to the sanctuary of her own home. It was also rare for her to still be in bed with them when morning came, hating the awkward moments that normally followed a night of sex.

Putting everything together, she could say she was acting completely out of character. However, for once in her life, that was good, not harmful to herself or anyone else. Maybe Greg was good for her. Although she had no intention of becoming 'nice', in fact he might do with a taste of the darker side of life. Well, light grey anyway. She never wanted him to be anything but the gentleman he had grown into.

First she was going to give him the kind of wake up he would not likely forget in a hurry.

Sliding out of the covers, she carefully positioned herself halfway down the bed, her head level with his zipper. Feeling the chill of the early morning air against her skin, she felt her nipples harden, and cursed not putting the heating on. Or was it the thought of what she was about to do arousing her? She couldn't tell, but her hands were cold, so she rubbed them together. Freezing hands around his cock was not the kind of surprise she intended to give Greg.

Carefully she unzipped his pants. He stirred in his sleep, but she was certain he hadn’t woken up. Robin felt like a thief about to pull of some big heist. Tentatively she stroked him, feeling him harden under her touch. Was he having a dream about her? Would he question reality if he didn’t wake up until after she had finished?

Pulling his shorts down she finally saw her prize, his half erect cock. She would soon change that. First she slid her hand up and down, watching him grow harder under her touch. Easing his pants further down meant she could cup his balls in one hand and fondle them while she lowered her head down to take the head of his cock in her mouth.

Sucking hard, he jerked in his sleep. She eased off, and then took more of him in, keeping her mouth soft and gentle. Bobbing her head up and down, she took his length in her mouth, and then let it slide out. Jiggling his balls in her hand, tasting him with her mouth.

Greg stirred again, and groaned. Either she wasn’t very good at this or he had been so tired he was in a deep sleep. Had he lain awake watching her, thinking things over? At least he hadn’t run out on her, that gave her a chance with him.

Or would her taking advantage of him while he was asleep offend him? He might not like the idea of her doing this to him while he slept. Or maybe he was just pretending to sleep.

Feeling a little stupid now, she took her mouth off his hard length, and moved away from him. Should she zip him back up? Why was she such a damn fool?

Then his hand moved, he threaded his hand into her hair, and said, “Don’t let me stop you. I don’t think I’ve ever woken up to something quite so pleasurable.”

She sat up, grabbed her pillow and hit him with it. “You asshole!”

“What? I didn’t like to interrupt you when you were doing such a good job.”

She hit him again. He stuck his hand up to fend her off, but she rained down one blow after another, laughing as she said, “I was feeling bad taking advantage of you.”

“Taking advantage of me? What man wouldn’t like to be woken up in such a way?”

“And I thought you were a gentleman.”

He laughed. “Maybe you underestimated me Robin.”

He grabbed her wrists, and turned her onto her back, pinning her hands above her head. “Maybe I’m not so nice after all.”

“Show me?” she asked softly.

He shook his head. “Robin ... I.”

“Show me,” she repeated, lifting her head off the bed and kissing him softly on the lips. Her eyes went to his, asking him the question she hoped he would answer with his body.

He relaxed, one hand releasing her hands and cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing her lips before being replaced by his mouth. Gently he explored her, his tongue pushing into her mouth, tasting her, teasing her.

Robin eased her thighs apart, and he slipped between them, his body covering hers. She lifted her knees and wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing herself against him, hungry for him and all he had to give.

Their mouths explored each other’s. Small kisses soft sighs, they relaxed, getting to know what the other liked, and how to push their arousal up another notch. His hand went under her clothes, finding her naked breasts, and the hard little buds that had longed to feel his touch. His fingers pinched them, teased them, rolling them until she squirmed under him.

“Make love to me, Greg.”

He didn’t ask her if she was sure, her body told him everything he needed to know. But there was a problem. “I don’t have protection.”

“Second draw down,” she said, indicating to the side of the bed.

Reaching across he pulled the draw open, and fished around until he found the small packet. Sitting up he began to undo his shirt, Robin’s eager fingers helped, wanting to see what lay under his clothes. She wasn’t disappointed. Firm and toned, his body was that of a man, not the boy she had seen on the beach in Hawaii. She slid her hands across his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin under her hands.

Kisses skimmed his stomach, and then she moved up to lick his nipples with the tip of her tongue. Lifting her eyes she saw him watching her, his eyes full of unmasked desire. He was opening up to her, no longer hiding his heart from her.

Not breaking eye contact she slipped her hand into his pants again and found his cock, still rock hard and needy. Up and down she slid her hand, paying special attention to the head until the first of his pre come appeared. Squeezing and stroking she brought him to the edge of his orgasm when he held her hand still and said, “Stop. Put this on.”

She took the condom from him, and fitted it to his hard cock, pushing his pants further down. Feeling his body tense as she rolled it down his length, he was so close to coming she could make him right now, but she wanted to feel him inside of her.

When she had finished he leaned down and lifted the hem of her night shirt, she obediently lifted her arms, feeling the chill of the air on her skin, goosebumps appearing along her arms. He pulled it over her head, and discarded it before his hands cupped both of her breasts and his thumbs worked over the hard buds of her already sensitive nipples.

One at a time he sucked them into his mouth, rolling his tongue over them, grazing his teeth on the hard buds. She stroked his arms and his back, whimpering as he toyed with her. Was he trying to drive her insane, or allowing his own need to subside a little? With the state of arousal he had been in before, she guessed he wouldn’t have lasted too long once he had entered her. So she didn’t complain, the waiting was deliriously pleasurable.

Drawing back from her, he slipped off the bed, and allowed his pants to slip down to pool on the floor. Stepping to the side as he slid his shorts down, Robin at last got to see him in his full naked glory. And glorious he was. Muscled arms and chest, tapering down to a slim waist above long, toned thighs. A man in every sense of the word, she sighed contentedly as he moved back to the bed, spreading her thighs wider for him.

“I think we should take these off don’t you?” he asked.

She didn’t answer, for once shy in his presence, he was about to see her completely naked, her wetness would be so obvious. It had been a long time since she had been so aroused by a man. Her body ached for him, needing to feel him bury himself so deep inside her they would be joined as one.

He eased her panties down, and she lifted one foot at a time off the bed for him, acutely aware he was looking at her wet pink sex. But when her panties were gone, and he slid one finger along the length of her slit she no longer cared, instead pushing down to ease his finger inside her sex.

“Patience,” he said, his thumb brushing her clit.

“I think I’ve waited long enough.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“No, Greg. I don’t want to play games. Make love to me, please.”

“Seems you asked so
nicely
.” He emphasised the word. “I will have to oblige.”

“Oblige away,” she said, and then gasped when his finger slid deep inside her heated sex.

“God you’re wet,” he said, inserting another and stretching her inner walls.

“That’s how much I want you, Greg. So much, for so long.”

“But not as long as I’ve wanted you, Robin.”

“I only hope you don’t find the real thing disappointing.”

“You will never disappoint me Robin.”

“Don’t bet on it,” she said, and then he silenced her. At last he guided himself inside her, pressing against her outer lips and then further until her sex sheathed him. Slowly he pushed forward, her inner walls gripping him, he was big, and her sex stretched as he filled her with agonising control.

Her hands went to his butt, she urged him on, wanting him to fill her completely, but he took his time. Perhaps trying to make her experience every second of the years he had waited for her in this one long moment. When she thought he had given in, he instead pulled back out of her, before beginning the same slow torture gain.

She pressed herself down onto him, but he only pulled back when she tried to take control. He was teaching her a lesson, he was no walk over, he had control over her in this moment, and he wanted her to lie back and accept that.

Frustrated, she did just that. Stroking his body with her hands while he took her, at his own speed. “Better,” he said. “I don’t want to rush a minute of this Robin. I’ve waited long enough.”

“Are you trying to tame me, Greg?”

“Oh no, Robin, I like you wild and untameable. But a man does like to be in control sometimes.”

She pushed herself up on her elbows. to kiss his lips, and then his neck, nuzzling him, nipping his skin. “Next time I’m going to drive you insane in the same way you’re driving me insane now.”

“I look forward to it, but don’t believe that you aren’t already driving me insane, but if I give into it I’ll come too quick, That little show you put on earlier has left me hanging on by a thread, and I want our first time together to be special, memorable.”

She kissed the side of his mouth, and said, “It already is Greg.”

He groaned against her, and then surged forward, filling her completely. She gasped against him, and then he thrust forward again, his chest rubbing against her breasts. Impaling her on his cock, he took her hard and fast, her orgasm shimmering in front of her eyes. All her pent up frustration needed a release, and he was about to push her over the edge.

His mouth covered her breasts, he sucked hard, and her inner muscles clamped around him, already pulsing and throbbing in their climax. With a strangled cry he gave in, and let himself go, jerking hard and fast into her. His hand went under her bottom and he held her tight against him while he rammed into her over and over, her nails digging into his back as she clung to him. He was all that was left in this world that was solid as colours danced before her eyes.

What had she missed? All these wasted years. If she had chosen him before Carl he could have been making love to her like this. However, she realised if she had chosen him that fateful night, they would not be lying here now. She would have pushed him aside, the girl she was then hadn't been ready for love. In all her journeys, all her different incarnations, she had learned that sometimes things happen for a reason.

In that one moment of bliss with Greg, she forgave her past self, and knew she was ready for whatever the future had to throw at her.

There are not many things in life that turn out better than you could ever have wished for, but making love to Robin ranked as one of them for Greg. He arched his back and impaled her on his cock, his seed filling the condom until he thought it would burst. All the pent up frustration that had lived inside him for the past few months since meeting up with Robin again had suddenly been freed. He felt lighter than he had for years, he felt right. There was no other way to explain the feeling that settle on him as he finished.

Slumping forward, utterly spent, he summoned the last of his energy to stroke her skin and kiss her shoulder, wanting her to feel loved and cherished. There was no going back from this, their relationship had moved on to a place neither of them had been before. Or so he hoped.

For all he knew this was the beginning of the end of their relationship.

However, when she curled up in his arms, he couldn’t believe that was the case. She had feelings for him, he only hoped the were the kind that lasted for years, not months. From what he gathered she went through men quickly, moving on to the next one every so many months.

Should he guard his heart, or dive in head first and risk everything on the strong feelings he had for her?

“How do you feel?” he asked, “I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No. It was good. Really good,” she answered, her arm going round his neck, her lips meeting his.

He lay there for a few minutes before asking, “What happens now?”

“You get up and make me a cup of tea.”

“OK,” he said, not expecting that as her answer.

She laughed. “I’m joking. I want you to stay here with me for a while, so I don’t start kidding myself it didn’t really happen.”

“Oh, it happened alright. I could show you again if you like?”

“I would like. But a little later. I need to catch my breath.”

He kissed her neck, breathing in her warm scent. “Shall we just spend Christmas in bed?”

“That sounds like the best plan I’ve ever heard.”

After several minutes he groaned. “I can’t. I forgot about Carl. I’m going to have to go home and see if he’s turned up.”

“Any excuse to leave,” she joked, or at least he thought it was a joke, but what if she meant it.