You Had Me At Christmas: A Holiday Anthology(49)

His bed was neatly made, because Becky had always made the bed and he saw no reason to change that.

“John… you should know it’s been a while for me. I mean actual sex. What we did before—that was all… fantasy. This… this is reality. I don’t know if I am the same person who said all those things on the phone.”

John had already suspected as much. “Is that why you’re so nervous?”

She huffed out a little breath like she was embarrassed for being called out. “I guess it’s obvious.”

“I’m the man you’re about to sleep with. I’m paying pretty close attention to everything you’re doing right now. Let’s find out what person you are. What can I do to make you not nervous?”

“The kissing helps.”

“Then let’s do more of that.”

He lifted his hands to cup her cheeks—they were still cold actually—and he tilted her head so that their mouths fit perfectly. She trembled delicately for a second, but then his tongue was twirling with hers and she was doing everything she could to get closer to him.

He thought back to Christmas night and the things he’d written to her, the things she’d responded to. It was interesting that this would be the first time doing this with her, but he already had some advance knowledge.

One thing was for certain, Kate preferred that he be in charge. That, he thought, would make her less nervous. She would know it was his role to lead and hers to follow, and she wouldn’t have to do any of the thinking.

John pulled back and looked at her. Her eyes were closed and he could take in every detail. The freckles over her nose, the way her nose turned up at the end. He knew she was forty-three from the app, but right now she didn’t look more than eighteen years old to him.

“Look at me, Kate.”

Slowly, almost reluctantly her eyes opened. “We’re going to do this my way, okay? I tell you what to do and you’re going to do it.”

He could see her pupils dilate and knew he’d read her correctly. She wanted to give herself over to him, and the thought of having a woman like Kate, his to command, was making his dick so hard he thought it would break the zipper of his jeans.

“Do you trust me?”

Hesitantly, she nodded.

“I want you to take off your clothes and get on the bed now.”

He knew what he wanted, and he walked over to his closet and opened the door. Over his shoulder he saw that she was still standing motionless.

“Kate. Now. Start unbuttoning your blouse.”

The specific task seemed to work. As if previously she had no idea how to start getting naked. He watched her as she carefully undid the cuffs at her wrists, and then worked from bottom up to undo the buttons. He liked that he knew that about her. That she unbuttoned bottom up instead of top down.

He reached in and immediately found what he was looking for. John only owned one suit for weddings and funerals, which meant he owned exactly one tie. It was blue and gray and good quality, because if you’re only buying one it should be a nice one.

When he turned around she was stepping out of her slim high heels and letting her slacks fall around her ankles.

Left in only a white lace bra that enabled him to see her nipples, which were hard, and a purple pair of panties that rode high on her hips, she was stunning. And he liked the fact that her underwear didn’t match. She hadn’t thought she would be sleeping with the other guy tonight.

“All of it, Kate. I said naked.”

“It’s just that… I mean you know how old…”

In two steps he was in front of her. He took her hand and pressed it against his hard, throbbing cock. Then, because he was a masochist, he thrust against that hand a few times because it felt so damn good.

“Yeah, I know how old you are and you know how old I am, and I want you like nothing I can remember. Naked. Now. Remember. The way I like it.”

She slid her fingers down to her hips and pulled her panties down slowly over her thighs until she was stepping out of them. Then effortlessly she unhooked her bra and with a shrug of her shoulders he was suddenly seeing her breasts.

Nothing fake about those. Round, luscious, with hard-tipped nipples. These were a woman’s breasts, and he was helpless not to cup them in his hands. To tug on those hard nipples until she whimpered.

Needing a little space if he was going to do this right, he stepped back.

He held up the tie. “I’m only going to blindfold you, Kate. I think it will make it easier for you. You can lie back and feel what I’m doing to your body. Enjoy it. Yes?”

Again there was some hesitation, but her nipples were still incredibly tight and he knew if he touched her at her core, she would be wet. Eventually, she nodded.

“On the bed now.”

She obeyed quickly and he draped the tie over her stomach as a reminder of what it was going to be used for. Then he set about taking off his leather jacket, the sweater he’d thrown on when she’d texted him the restaurant’s address, his boots, jeans and boxer briefs.

Working on the water his whole life, he knew what he looked like. A hard man everywhere, and based on the expression on Kate’s face she liked hard men. Walking over to the bed, he took her hand again and placed it on his cock.

“Stroke me,” he said, and showed her how he liked it.

She picked up his rhythm, and he allowed his head to fall back and simply enjoy the pleasure for a moment. This, however, was about something else. Not his pleasure. Hers. He pulled her hand away and set it on the bed.