You Had Me At Christmas: A Holiday Anthology(38)

And your eyes… are they really that green?

Yes.

Then I’m going stare into those eyes, Kate. Those amazing green eyes and I’m going to lift your hair off your neck. Then I’m going to kiss you right under your ear. And you’re going to smell so good and feel so soft, I will lose my heart to you in that moment.

Can I kiss you back?

Yes, but you have to be aggressive. Your tongue in my mouth, your fingers in my hair, your hard nipples pressed into my chest. I want you to claim me.

Kate read the message, then again, and again. Had she ever done that? Had she ever been aggressive and taken what she wanted from a man?

No. Never. She’d always been passive in any sexual relationship she had. And while this could hardly be called that, she loved the feeling of power it inspired in her.

Alright. Once I’ve sucked your tongue into my mouth and after I’ve pulled your lower lip in between my teeth, then I’m going to want to run my nails down your back. You want me to claim you… then I’ll need to mark you.

Fuck yes.

Kate liked that part of him too. The crude part. It made him seem more real to her.

He sent another message.

Yeah, you’re going to want to take charge then. I can feel you reaching under my shirt, feel the bite of those nails on my back, but I can’t do it, Kate. I can’t let you take over. I’m in charge and we’re going to play this my way. Say it.

It was insane how turned on she was by that. Crazy that she instantly knew what he wanted to her to write back.

You’re in charge, John.

That’s my girl. Now I’m going to need you to get naked. Strip for me. And I mean for me. Every piece you take off, know it’s for me. You’ll hesitate when you take off your bra, but you’ll do it. You’ll slowly pull your panties down because you know that’s how I like it. Where are you?

My living room.

Stay there. Are there windows? I don’t want anyone to see you. You naked is only for me.

Kate shook her head. She’d lived alone for almost twenty years, and she’d never sat around in her house naked. The only naked she did was from the shower to her closet and back again. She couldn’t a recall a time she’d ever slept naked. Even with boyfriends back in college, there had always been a t-shirt and some panties.

Naked seemed too raw.

I don’t know if I can do this.

Then we won’t. Let’s talk about your job. What do you do for fun? I just want to keep talking. I’m not sure why but I have this crazy feeling… like we know each other already. I’m sorry if I pushed. I thought that’s where you wanted to go.

The last twenty years of her life had been all about her job. It’s why she was spending Christmas with a stranger on her phone. A stranger who wanted her to get naked.

Who are you?

I’m John. And you’re… safe with me. I promise.

I don’t want to talk about my work or what I do for fun. I want to go there.

Then take off your clothes and let me take you there.

Kate set the phone down. He said he wanted her to strip for him. That every piece of clothing she took off was for him. Her cashmere sweater. Her dark skinny jeans. Her Victoria’s Secret bra and matching lace panties. He thought she would hesitate, but she didn’t.

Her gas fireplace was on, giving her enough heat, but still she covered herself with a soft throw blanket, stunned by how good it felt on her bare skin.

Okay. I’m naked. What next?

First you need to relax, this is supposed to be fun Kate.

You sound like you’ve done this before.

Sex? I have, yes. Phone sex via an app, I have not. This is as crazy for me as it is for you but I do have a pretty active imagination.

But you’re not naked.

Hold on.

Kate took another sip of her wine and cuddled deeper into the blanket. Who knew something so simple could feel so good. The rub of the fleece material against her thighs, her stomach. Maybe she needed to hang out in her living room naked more often.

A minute later he was back.

There, now we’re both naked.

Where are you?

On my bed, pillows propped behind me.

She didn’t know where it came from, the courage. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the loneliness, either way she didn’t care. There was another person out there in the universe who she was connected to. Who was connected to her.

Are you hard?

Yes. I have been since I started kissing you. I want those nails down my back again. I want you to squeeze my ass.

You don’t want me to touch you? Pleasure you?

No. First I want to know you. And I like to watch, Kate. I want to see you touch yourself so I know what you like. Where you like it hard and rough, where you like it soft and slick. Do that for me now. Touch your breasts, pinch your nipples.

Kate ran her hand over her breast and wasn’t surprised that her nipples were already hard. It was the most sensitive part of her body. When she took the time to masturbate, which she hardly ever did, she always started with her breasts. There were times, if she was turned on enough, she could play and tug on her nipples and that alone would be enough to send her over the edge.

But that’s not what this was about. It wasn’t about her getting herself off. This was sex with someone else. Even if he wasn’t in the same room with her.