Santa Baby (6 page)

His business side of life kept him out of the
player’s field. He was sure if he did not stop her, it would be
over too quick for him. He let out a hefty groan of laughter. “Not
so fast. I want to pleasure you too.”

He pulled her up slowly as he heard her moan
in disappointment. Her wicked smile told him she had been enjoying
herself and any other time he would have loved to let her continue
just to see if she truly did every man's dream of swallowing.

His kiss was quick and swift this time. She
felt his tongue drop down the side of her neck to her left nipple.
Moans of pleasure came freely now as she felt his hand cupping her
breast firmly, his other hand dropped down her side of her stomach,
over the side of her ass, along the front of her thigh and then
between her legs. His hand cupped her mound as she felt moisture
seeping from within her. She could almost cum right there from the
touch of his hot firm hand pressing against her pussy.
He is too
good
. She kept telling herself.
Too good
.

John was not sure of how long he could hold
out. She was warm and moist, but he needed to get her ready. He
slowly pulled her thong down and helped her to step out of it. He
stood and helped her lay back on the couch as he gently opened her
thighs. His tongue leading soft gentle kisses up the inside of her
thighs. He kissed from one to the next until he reached her naked
pussy, and then he separated her lips and lashed out his tongue
over her clitoris. Her moans included his name with each lashing of
his tongue, and he felt her pleasure, deep down, to his soul.

Callie was sure she was going to cum any
second. She heard herself begging him to be in her. She knew she
was on the pill but preferred her men in stockings, so to speak.
Then she felt him pull away and lay a kiss on the inside of her
thigh again. She watched him sit up and reach for a small wooden
box on the table. She had to do a mental groan to herself. He had a
large number of condoms in the box. A wooden box that appeared to
be more of a trinket engraved with initials on top. It caused her
to pause with wonder of its placement and the convenience of it
all. She was too far gone at this point to care what number in line
she stood.

Then she watched him roll the condom on with
one hand as his other hand laid gentle strokes upon her leg. They
both held their gaze for less than a moment, but it spoke volumes
to her soul. As if he wanted to proclaim her, and she him, but she
knew this was just a wonderful moment in time that would most
likely end with her heart broken. She had never felt this good or
alive with a man before. So eager to please and yet he almost knew
what she wanted next.

The moment she felt the head of his cock
slowly slid into her; she felt a sense of pleasure ripple through
her body. She watched his muscles across his chest tense, and a
look of utter pleasure crossed his face. They were in this moment
of sexual satisfaction together, enjoying the feel, the sense, and
this was why she decided that her fantasy had to be fulfilled.

He could tell she was tight, and he was
taking it easy on her. Her wetness helped ease him in until she
felt him so deep, feeling so incredible. He loved the way she
moaned and reached for him, to pull him in so that the skin of his
chest touched hers. Her hands wrapped around to his back and rubbed
with a gentle effort to keep him there. His knee had spread one leg
open wide while his arm wrapped under her knee to open her fully to
him.

Seconds felt like minutes of exquisite
pleasure. The slow pumping of his hard cock and her soft moans of
pleasure led to her watching him convulse in a rolling orgasm. That
started a small orgasm for her then as if he knew what to do, read
her mind again, she felt him reach down with his fingers and gently
massage her clitoris. His pulsating firmness still in her caused
her to enjoy her own continual orgasm as he pushed in deeper. She
arched her back and let out a cry of utter and pure joy. No man did
just that, like that. Make her cum so deep and thoroughly that she
fell in love just in that moment and wanted to tell him.

So badly, she wanted to tell him.

She felt his body relax against hers; his
breathing got slower and less heavy. Then he pushed himself up on
his hands and smiled down at her so sincerely her heart expanded,
and she closed her eyes. She was in too deep, too deep to leave her
emotions at his door.

Chapter Seven

She remembered the next time; it was on the
hotel’s king-size bed and Egyptian cotton sheets. The way he
massaged her feet after taking off those four-inch heels was
heavenly. The kiss he laid on the arch of her foot than the tongue
that ran all the way up her leg landing just where she needed
it.

The way his lingering kisses in all the
places that were soft and sensitive was such intense foreplay, that
she could not help but moan out in pleasure. His fingers were large
and strong yet he knew just how to rub the palm of his hand over
her clit with just the right pressure. Then he would drop one
finger, and then two, until she tensed from orgasm. His cock felt
so good as he quickly entered her, and it didn't take him but a few
seconds to cum again as her walls were still pulsating tightly.

God the second time was just as good as the
first.

She slept on and off until the sunrise, and
she knew she would not make it to work by her normal seven a.m. For
once, she did not care.

She felt him watching her. She turned slowly
to see a very wide-eyed alert male specimen of pure heaven, and he
had his morning enthusiasm poking her leg through the sheets.

“Morning.” She mustered out. “I have to go to
work.”

“Call in sick. I’m not going in until ten. Or
just be really late.” He could not help himself with the need to
feel her body with his hands, and she was not fighting the way he
was kissing her neck moving towards her nipple. Letting his hands
wander into her warm delicious spots.

She is different he had been telling himself
all morning as he watched her sleep. She was special. Something
happened last night that made him think this was something more. At
this moment, he did not want her to leave, ever. Which that thought
in itself was not a normal feeling for him. He was going to have to
pull out all the stops.

His fingers wandered slowly and methodically
between her thighs, and before she knew it, which she was not
protesting by any means, he was back on top of her, and he was
already suited up to play. Oh, he definitely is a naughty boy.

This time it felt different. There seemed to
be a delicate nature to his kiss. It started on her mouth and
slowly moved down her neck. His hot mouth covered her nipple in wet
wonderful warmth. Then a slight nip at her taunt nipple made her
groan louder. His thick fingers, two together, began to stroke her
slowly until she felt so moist and wanting she could scream. She
felt his kiss return to her lips than she opened her eyes to look
up into his blue eyes with smile at her as he slowly eased into her
slick wet cunt with his thick throbbing cock.

She had never done it three times in a night
but each time seemed more meaningful to her. Each time he was more
delicate and sensitive in his touch. His eyes held emotion, and his
touch was all about her. Stroking her gently, in places she wanted
to be touched repeatedly. She could think of nothing more at the
moment when his eyes gently closed, and his mouth covered hers
again. Then she came. Hard and fast and her whole body convulsed.
She felt her body roll in wave after wave of pure intense
vibration. Just as she thought that she could feel anything more
from her orgasm, that she had died and gone to heaven, he gave her
one last thrust and shuddered against her. This caused her body to
enjoy his pleasure to a point that made her tingle all over.

As their breathing began to resume normal,
reality began to flood back into her brain. The thought of how
horrific her hair must be, and getting back into that dress and
heels on this chilly morning had no highlight to it. She had that
big account to meet with at noon and then her pestering account
with the guy she had to go out with on Thursday night had called
several times yesterday. So much for him covering for her. It was
hard enough lying to her boss when he kept calling her office. This
was the moment that her crashing reality came down on her.

His voice, so deep and rich, broke her mental
thought process. “How bout we shower. I have a blow dryer here, and
you can borrow some sweats. I’ll drive you to your place and then
to your work.”

He just took a huge load off her mind right
now. He answered all her, how the heck do I questions? “You sure? I
don’t want to be too much trouble.”

“I’ve got a rental in the parking garage
below. I still know this town like the back of my hand. They say
you can’t take the New Yorker out of you once you’ve lived
here.”

“They say that, huh?” She could not help but
adore this man. Their meeting might not have started out in a
romantic rush, but he was something. Something that kept taking up
space in her heart. He seemed so honest and heartfelt. Why he
remained a bachelor; she did not know? But then, she’d been hounded
for that same thing, settling down and getting married like her
sister. She had been in no rush until her career took off and well,
frankly, she had not met the one. He was cutting it close. It could
have been his skillful lovemaking calling all the shots right now,
but he was a definite first place prize.

By the time she was strolling into work, it
was as if she had ‘just got laid, really well’ on her forehead. The
inquisitive looks and daunting stares made her feel as if she was
naked walking towards her tiny office in the back.

Her smile would not fade for all the grey
days around the world. John Tally was by far a true gentleman in
every sense. After their love making in the shower, he got her a
healthy breakfast ready as she dried her hair and got dressed in a
pair of his grey sweats, fleece black top and hotel complementary
slippers. She was a sight walking into her apartment. The sweats
rolled up several times, and she was swimming in his top. He only
told her several times how adorable she looked in his clothes,
causing a happy thought in her head of where this could go and what
it could lead to.

He made her coffee at her place while she got
her hair, makeup and professional dress on for the day. He had her
at work in time for her meetings, and they had talked about seeing
each other Friday night. Her world was definitely looking up.

Who cares if it is not a white Christmas this
year, it definitely felt like the most wonderful time of the year
at this particular moment.

That was until her last appointment of the
day strolled in for their meeting.

The man rolled, no oozed, chauvinistic pig
out of every pore of his body. His balding head, his paunchy belly,
his over dosed cologne and beady eyes made her want to hide under
her desk. Instead, he stood leaning against her door unannounced,
early. In his hands was a bouquet of flowers and a weird grin on
his face.

He entered into her office slowly and closed
his door behind him. “For you.” He handed her the flowers.

She thanked him graciously than realized she
didn’t have a vase to put them in. “I’ll get a vase out of the
employee lounge after we meet with the others.” She really wanted a
few more minutes to herself before this meeting. She would be the
only woman in the group, and lately she definitely has felt like
the odd one out.

Rumor mill had hit her that she was only
hired to show that the company did have a woman in upper
management. However, that they were going to make her job hard so
that she would want to quit. She now felt out to prove to them that
they were wrong.

“Listen as far as everyone else was
concerned, we were together yesterday, working on the proposal.
How’d your shopping go?”

“Well. In fact, I am done. Thank you. About
tomorrow night…” She was nervous but wanted to back out of this
one.

“We need to make it tonight. How bout I pick
you up here about, let’s say seven. I got dinner reservations for
us, and then we’ll see.”

We’ll see? For crying out loud, the man was a
dictator, but she did owe him, and she knew asking him to cover for
her shopping outing was stupid. She was a grown woman, and all the
other men took time off during the day. It was she was out to prove
her hard work ethic, her organizational skills at getting personal
tasks done without taking time off from work. Now she wished she
just shopped last Sunday.

“Alright then. Seven. Well, thanks for the
flowers again. I need to freshen up in the ladies room before the
meeting. We’ll see you in there.” She could tell he did not want to
leave, so she grabbed her purse out of her drawer and led him down
the hall as she escaped into the ladies room for a mental
disposition with herself.

The day ran swift and Callie found her every
free second wandering to mental images of John. John Tally. His
bright delicious blue eyes and dark hair. His fresh tan in early
winter, his muscles, and most of all his skill at making her the
happiest woman alive.

She had received a call on her cell from him
while she was in the meeting and left him a message in return. It
felt like two fleeting ships in the night trying to track each
other down. He had told her he would be busy training the new
manager for his brother. However, to keep her Friday night open.
She had not mentioned the client's date, but really did not see the
harm in needing to explain all it right now.

So by six thirty they had spoken briefly
once, and she still had not told him about having to go out to
dinner with her client. He sounded dreamier than ever, and
something in her did not want to have to explain her work issues to
her new boyfriend. If that was where this was leading, then perhaps
she would tell him a bit about her personal work struggles, but not
now.