Stockings and Suspenders (32 page)

LETTER
TO SANTA

Lee Ann
Sontheimer Murphy

Copyright © 2011

Chapter One

In a burst of sweet, sentimental
loneliness, Elise scribbled a letter to Santa Claus, desperate as a little girl
begging for a new Barbie Doll. She asked, not for toys or presents, but for
just one thing—a lover. Her last relationship shattered around the first of
November and by Christmas Eve, Elise’s loneliness weighed her down. So she
wrote that letter to Santa, dropped it off with a handful of bills in a corner
mailbox on the way to the supermarket and returned home to wait.

Deep within the grown-up part of her
soul, Elise knew Santa wouldn’t arrive in his sleigh to drop off a man but she
could hope. Embracing the fantasy that it could happen revived her absent
holiday spirit and she baked cookies, singing along with Christmas carols on
the radio all afternoon. In the evening, she settled in on the loveseat, feet
tucked beneath her, wearing that silky red gown she’d bought when she thought
Brian would be around at Christmas. She brushed her long hair until it shone
like satin, put on the kind of make-up she would wear out to a club and doused
herself in Shalimar. Then she poured a glass of red Moscato wine and sipped,
letting the music of the season bring back memories of the past mingled with
hope for the future.

Outside a full-bellied moon shed
silver light over everything. The long driveway that led from what had been the
old highway down to her tiny house, more of a cottage than anything else,
appeared magical instead of mundane. Living on the edge of town, just outside
the city limits, offered quiet and on this night, Elise savored the silence.
When Santa came, she thought, she would be able to hear the sleigh bells.

Just after she drank her third glass
of wine, someone rapped at the door of her tiny little house and startled her
enough that she almost spilled the Moscato. She put the glass down and went to
the door, turning on the outside light before opening the door with more than a
little trepidation. When she saw who stood there, she grinned.

Whoever he was, he towered there, six
and a half feet of tawny lean beauty. Blonde hair trailed almost to his
shoulders which were broad, and his features were just the rugged, rough cut
kind she adored. He could have been a cowboy with those looks, she thought, and
the sheepskin style coat he wore added to that idea.  Whoever he was, whatever
he was, she liked him. Cautious hesitation warred with an overwhelming surge of
desire.

Common sense warned not to let a
stranger through the door but want weakened her defenses.

Whoever he was, this guy resonated
with sex appeal, enough to almost to taste. Some old belief in Christmas magic
stirred inside her heart. With the notion this could be something special, a
gift from whatever entity might exist, she made up her mind to take a chance.
On any other night, she’d never ask a stranger inside but Elise did just that. 
On Christmas Eve, he could be a lost, lonely traveler, she thought, or maybe
just the miracle she’d hoped to receive.

“Come in out of the cold,” she said,
with a tinkling laugh. Maybe she’d had a bit too much of the wine after all.
Something was skewering her judgment. Her silly ideas about holiday
enchantments or some leftover belief in Santa Claus was enough to tell her that
even as she swung open the door for him to enter.

“Thank you.” His voice resonated, a
deep bass rumble that she liked. As she stepped back to let him enter, she
noticed that she came no higher than mid-chest and liked that too. As a petite
woman, Elise adored a powerful man who made her feel like a beautiful, fragile
porcelain doll. “I hope I’m not intruding on your Christmas Eve or anything.”

“Oh, no, not at all,” Elise told her
gift from Santa. He must be the present she’d asked to receive, she thought,
because why else would something this gorgeous, this perfect turn up on her
doorstep.  It made no sense at all and every practical bone in her body told
her so. Yet rank potent desire kindled in her with such force she ignored the
inner warnings, chucked hesitation out in favor of dangerous delight. “I’ve
been waiting for you.”

He cocked an eyebrow with surprise and
looked down at her. His blue eyes, the soft shade of a summer sky, narrowed
with appreciation as he noticed the red negligee that bared the tops of her
full breasts. The thin material left very little to the imagination, just
enough to intrigue and he stared at her, his hunger potent and apparent.

“Have you?” he asked, “How did you
know I would be coming?”

“I just did,” Elise answered.

She shut the door behind him and then
reached up on tiptoe to kiss him. In that moment Elise made her decision, a
wild, crazy one to forget about safety, ignore reality, buck convention and
just go with instinct.  Her gut said he’d be worth the risk and so, imprudent
and more than a little insane, Elise surrendered to her impulse. If anything
bad happened, she’d blame the wine, she thought. 

He met her halfway and as he bent down
to put his mouth over hers, a thrill tingled through her. As their lips
connected, she felt a magical fire kindle between them and she craved more. A
rush of heat, sweeter than honey, drowned her and she realized that this was
just the beginning. His slow kiss left her breathless and she savored the taste
of his tongue in her mouth. When he paused, maybe for air, she spoke.

“I’m Elise. What’s your name?”

“Nicholas,” he said and she giggled.
That name suited both him and the evening. “Be quiet and let me kiss you again.”

Elise offered him her mouth and he
took it, not as gentle this time but with a rising fever. His lips explored
hers as he shed the coat so that he could pull her into his arms. Her exposed
skin goose pimpled as his cold hands caressed her, moving from her shoulders
down to her waist. He slipped them beneath the satin as she quivered, pussy
growing moist and body arching as the need for more grew. His rough Chambray
shirt against her sensitive skin delivered a sensual delight and she rubbed
against him like a cat enjoying a good scratch. In response, he picked her up
into his arms and held her, still kissing her before sitting down on her
loveseat with her on his lap.

That lap wasn’t soft but hard with his
desire, something she could feel through his jeans and she relaxed into his
arms, surrounded with him. It gave her a delightful sense of coming home and
yet combined with a dirty, decadent pleasure she loved. His kisses shifted from
her mouth down to her soft throat, focusing on that tender spot at the base of
it. His mouth warmed her there and when he moved to the side of her neck to
nibble, she thought for a moment that she might just come with the sheer
pleasure of it.

She ached to run her hands over his
chest and lower, but her fingers struggled to unsnap his shirt. At the same
time, he slid the thin, ribbon like straps of her nighty down over her
shoulders so that the gown revealed her breasts. Nicholas stroked them, his
fingers teasing the nipples on each until they stood up to attention like good
little soldiers. They hardened and ached as she sighed with pleasure and yet a
growing need for total completion.

When he put his mouth over one nipple
and suckled, the amazing sensation almost drove her mad. She whimpered with it,
the feeling so strong that it sent shivers down her spine and softened her
bones until they seemed pliable. His breath blew warm between her breasts and
she moaned, loving the feel of it.  Greedy, she yearned for more.

Her need pulsed between her legs and
he stood up with her still in his embrace.   “Bedroom?”

“In there,” she gasped. In the small
house, it should be obvious but if his desire confused his other senses as much
it did hers, he might be lost. He carried her into the bedroom, lips
tantalizing her mouth with more kisses and put her on the bed. In one single,
swift motion he stripped the red gown from her, revealing her nude body and
then he began to remove his clothes. Nicholas stepped out of the jeans,
abandoned them and she smiled to see that he was bare beneath them. He stripped
out of the shirt, tossing it down and she reached for him, needy and fevered
with desire.  Her pussy radiated heat and grew wet, ready and wanting, needing
his hard cock to deliver the release she sought.

His nude body, lean and hard, covered
hers as heat flickered between them. Elise burned with the fever of unbridled
desire and she felt the flame that burned his skin hot against hers. He lay
over her, one knee on either side of her legs and devoured her with his mouth.
His kiss came hard, a powerful one that sucked her breath and addled her
senses. At the same time, his hands, large and yet tender, moved over her body.
He touched her everywhere, shoulders, breasts, belly, legs, running his hands
across her skin as if he were blind and touch offered sight. His hands evoked a
wicked, delightful sensation she adored.

In return, Elise grasped his shoulders
and then let her own hands stroke his back. That broad expanse tightened with
power and she, on impulse, raked her manicured nails over his skin with more
force than a back scratch yet not enough to draw blood. His wordless grunt of
pleasure inspired her to do more so she nibbled at his shoulder, her mouth
first gentle and then harsh. She suckled at his skin so that she’d leave a
bruise, a love mark, and then used her teeth to needle his flesh. His response
shuddered through him and she knew that he liked it.

Nicholas took her hands and held them
so that he could do his will. He lowered his mouth to her chest, just above her
breasts and gnawed at her skin with the same abandon she used. He nibbled and
used his mouth until she knew that he would mark her, all dark and purple with
love. She all but purred in response and when he shifted downward, doing the
same, her tiny sounds grew with her desire.

She ached for him to take her now with
a harsh thrust and yet she savored the slow foreplay, delighting in the way it
made her crazy for more. He left his marks on both her breasts and then dipped
past her flat belly to her waiting pussy, wet and slick with need.

Nicholas kissed her inner thighs and
then he used his tongue to explore her cunt slow and measured, with a delicacy
that shut down conscious thought. Elise knew nothing but the intensity of the
physical sensations he delivered as his tongue reached inward, flicking and
licking with skill. Her fingers caught in his long hair and held, seeking
something solid to grasp as she shrieked with the sheer delight of the
sensation.

He brought her almost to the brink and
then withdrew, leaving her needy and with a throbbing tension that hurt even as
it delivered such exquisite pleasure. He raised himself on both elbows to kiss
her, the taste of her own pussy on his lips and she moaned. She would have
taken him into her mouth to pleasure him but he controlled this lovemaking and
she submitted to it, letting him take charge.

As her want grew more uncomfortable,
the need for release threatening to split her in half, he entered her at last.
Nicholas thrust into her with power, packed her full and sent her senses reeling.
He worked in and out of her body, each time taking her closer to that zenith
where everything would collide into utter pleasure. She rocked with him, her
body lifting to meet his and they connected, hands linked together and held
tight.

When the moment came, they climaxed at
the same time, their bodies intertwined into one and the intensity of that
orgasm overwhelmed her. Sensuality consumed them and she rode it down to earth,
the bliss remaining as they lay, bodies still joined, sated and satisfied.

Aftershocks quivered through her for
several minutes following, little miniature orgasms that she enjoyed.

“Lady, that was fantastic,” Nicholas
whispered.

“It was awesome,” she responded,
curled against his massive chest, comfortable and content.

“We’re going to do that again in just
a little bit,” he said, “But I’m hungry, and if I don’t eat something to give
me strength I don’t know if I can.”

 Elise laughed, “Don’t worry. I’ll
feed you.”

“What do you have?”

Her mind flashed back to that
afternoon spent baking. “I have cookies, every kind you could want. Chocolate
chip, peanut butter, sugar cookies, snicker doodles, and oatmeal raisin.”

“Uh-huh,” Nicolas said, nuzzling at
her neck. “I like cookies but I was thinking more like meat first, a hamburger
or a steak or something.”

“I don’t have either one. So we’ll go
out,” Elise said.

“It’s Christmas Eve.”

“I know.” She savored that small fact
within like a secret. “So?”

“I don’t know if anything is open.”

“What time is it?”

He squinted at the clock on her night
stand. “It’s just nine o’clock. I thought it must be a lot later but still,
most places are closed.”

“Let’s go find out,” Elise said, “Then
we’ll come home, eat cookies, drink wine, and go back to bed.”

Nicholas chuckled. “That’s a plan I
like.”

Chapter Two