You Had Me At Christmas: A Holiday Anthology(39)

They’re hard. I’m pinching them now.

What color are they?

Dark pink. Darker now.

Do you like them to be sucked?

Yes. Kate groaned then as she felt a deep punch of pleasure low in her gut. There was nothing she loved as much as that. A man’s mouth and tongue sucking her deep, her fingers in his hair. The tug and pull of desire running down her chest and into her *.

That’s what I would do then. Take them into my mouth, bite down ever so carefully. Suck on them until you screamed. You would feel it the next day, Kate. Your breasts would be a little sore and you would think of me and what I did to you.

Yes!

Now I need to know what else you like. Move your hands down your body, slowly. Touch your ribs, dip a finger into your belly button, run your hand along your hips.

I wish they were your hands.

They will be someday, but you’re not ready for that I think. Hell, I don’t know… it doesn’t matter. Touch yourself, Kate. Between your legs. Are you wet?

Kate could feel how wet she was and gasped. How long had it been since she’d been this aroused? What would everyone think of the stuffy boss lady now? Naked, stretched out on her couch and having phone sex with a stranger.

Her fingers between her legs. Touching herself even as she held the phone awkwardly in her other hand.

Now you. She fumbled a bit as she typed, but she didn’t want to be doing this alone.

Okay. I’ve got my hand around my dick. I want you to slide your fingers inside yourself while I do this. Do you like pressure on your clit?

No. Not directly, it’s too sensitive.

Kate looked at the words she’d just sent. Had she ever told a man that? She didn’t think so. Always she just let them do what they wanted with her body, what they thought she wanted. Never being honest with them, or herself really.

No, she didn’t like it when a man pressed against her clit too hard. Like it was some kind of on or off switch to a climax.

He knew that now. John knew that about her. It seemed oddly intimate.

The barest of touches then. I wish I could taste you. Maybe you’re too sensitive for a finger, but instead you need the brush of my tongue. Can you feel me there? Between your legs, my hair brushing your thighs?

Kate leaned back her head and tried to imagine it. A man kneeling between her legs, his tongue brushing up against her wet slit. Because she was so sensitive, she’d never let a man do that to her.

Then it happened. Without even really touching herself, she crested over and felt the orgasm roll through her body. The phone dropped to the floor and she moaned aloud as it rippled throughout her. It took her a second to recover her breath as she let her body enjoy what had to have been one of the most intense sexual experiences she could remember.

A pretty sad commentary on her sex life, now that she thought about it. Bending down, she reached for the phone.

She had to tell him it was over. At least for her.

I came, she typed bluntly.

It was a few minutes later.

I’m glad. I wish… I wish I could have heard you. Seen you.

Of course that wasn’t possible. They were strangers to each other. Just two lonely people on Christmas who had found each other. Kate wasn’t going to forget it, and she wasn’t selfish enough not to offer comfort back.

What can I do for you?

Kate started typing out a very detailed description of what she intended to do with her tongue when he interrupted her sext.

Meet me.

She looked at her phone as she tried to process what he was asking. He messaged again.

Not tonight. Maybe next week. Drinks or coffee. But let’s not let… this… fade away into the night.

Kate tried to imagine it. A blind date with someone who she sort of already had sex with? It would be strange and weird and not like her at all.

Let me think about it?

Of course. Text or call.

Kate looked at the phone number he sent like it was some kind of weapon. A knife that had cut through the curtain that had separated them all night.

Goodnight, she wrote to him.

Merry Christmas, Kate. Sleep well.

Just like that, it was over. She clicked off the app and put her phone away and wondered if it was strange that she had already memorized his number.





Chapter Three





“Did you have a nice Christmas?”

Kate looked at her assistant, Sally, and smiled. “I had a great Christmas.”

Immediately, Sally pulled up a seat in front of her desk. “Why do I think there is a story there?”

Kate leaned back and chuckled. It was one of the disadvantages of having someone working with her so closely for the last ten years. There wasn’t anything Kate could ever hide from her very perceptive assistant.

Sally’s head tilted. “You know, if I didn’t know you better…”

“What?” Kate asked. She refused to believe she looked any different. The ridiculous idea that somehow after sex a person had a glow about them was not supported by biological fact.

“Well, frankly I would say you look like you got laid. But I know you, and hooking up with a random stranger on Christmas is not your style.”

Kate’s jaw dropped and she had an immediate urge to seek out a mirror. Did she look different? It wasn’t possible. It was just an orgasm after all, not actual sex.