chapter Twelve
Merry Christmas
Nelson
Talina has done more than enough to distract me, from my thoughts of my car being tampered with. That dress alone has my mind in a million places it shouldn’t be. I keep telling myself the wait will be worth it, but in the back of my mind, I feel like I’ve waited forever already.
When she didn’t deny or try to refute us being in a relationship, I thought my chest would burst. I feel seventeen all over again. Only this time, my mother isn’t in the picture to ruin this for me.
I couldn’t bring myself to tell Talina of the humiliation I felt so many years ago. I was grateful to her, when she changed the subject. Those events shaped so much about who I am, as a man now.
It shaped the gift I decided to give Talina for Christmas. Now that it’s time to give it to her, I’m nervous. It feels like it’s not enough. I should’ve gone with something more…I don’t know.
She wasn’t mine at the time I put it all together, not officially. My chest tightens with the thought of disappointing her. I’ll have to go out and get her something more, when we return to London.
“The wrapping is so pretty. I don’t want to open it,” she says, as her eyes sparkle.
I hate myself for getting her something so simple. I don’t think I can bear to watch the disappointment that will appear on her face. I’m a fucking millionaire. What was I thinking?
“You don’t have to open it. You can wait until we go back,” I rush out.
“Nope, I’m too excited,” she looks up at me, with those bright eyes and I want to hurl.
Talina tugs the ribbon on the box free. I watch her excitement, as she lifts the lid and sets it aside. She squeals as bit, as she reaches into the box.
“M & M’s,” she holds the glass jar, filled with the chocolate candies to her chest. I had them customized with her name on them. “These are my favorite!”
“I know. You keep a bag of them stashed in your desk for emergencies,” I grin.
She tilts her head at me. “I’m always amazed at the things you know about me,” she says sweetly.
I feel my cheeks blush, sure that they’re flaming red. Talina leans forward to place a kiss on my cheek, before returning her attention to the gift box. She reaches in and pulls out the blue and grey scarf, her laughter filling the room.
“I thought I told you no one should spend three hundred dollars on one damn scarf,” she gives me a pointed look.
“I thought I told you, it looked amazing on you. I’ll spoil my woman if I want to,” I mutter back, returning her pointed look.
I hadn’t known she would be mine, when I bought the scarf. I’d gone back that day we’d gone shopping and purchased it. It truly did look exquisite on her. It brings out her chocolate complexion and the warmth in her brown eyes.
“Mm-um,” she makes the small sound, but I see the glow in her cheeks, before she dips her head and digs back into the box.
Talina slowly lifts the book from inside the box. It’s the one that her father quoted on the last night they talk to each other. I wanted her to have it.
I clench my fists at my sides. There’s nothing else in the box. This is my gift. No expensive jewelry, no keys to an expensive car. I don’t do gifts that will make me feel used. I refuse to buy love.
I wait for her to realize that’s all I got her. I hold my breath, waiting for the disappointment, already knowing I plan to promise her something more. Surprisingly, I do want to spoil her.
Only, when she lifts her gaze to me, it’s not disappointment I see in her eyes. It’s tears that fill her beautiful orbs. She places the book aside and crawls over into my lap. We’ve been sitting in front of the fire, while Talina shared stories of Christmas time with her family.
She cups the sides of my face, staring into my eyes. “Thank you,” her voice comes out shakily. Her eyes search mine some more. “That was one of the most thoughtful gifts anyone has ever given me.”
Her lips press softly to mine once, then again. I grasp her waist, as she moves to deepen the kiss. At that point, I take over the kiss, devouring her sweet mouth.
I grow so hard, I think I might rip through my pants. When Talina starts to rock her hips into me, I release a long hiss. I grasp her hips to still her movements.
Placing my head to her chin, I try to rein in my sanity. We talked about taking it slow. We keep this up, slow is the last thing I’ll be doing.
“Baby, I have but so much self-control,” I rasp.
“Good, so it won’t take much more to break you,” she pants.
I look up into her eyes. She has the smile of a temptress on her lips. I’d hoped she’d make one of her smart offers earlier, before dinner. After trying to tug out my release in the shower, I wanted her more, instead of less.
I reach to wrap her ponytail around my hand, giving it a gentle tug. I look over her heart shaped face. I’ve never seen a woman more beautiful.
“Say the word, Talina. I’ll break you and put you back together again,” I reply.
“Fuck, please,” she whimpers. “Saying shit like that. Hell, yes.”
I chuckle, but tug her face to mine to take her lush mouth. Forget slow, I know what I want and I want it now. With my free hand, I pull her dress up over her waist. I’ve been eyeing her fishnet covered legs all day, wanting to see them wrapped around me.
Reaching between us, I tear at the crotch, creating a hole right in the center. When I find her core, I find it hot and slick already. The heat coming off of her is scorching.
Slipping her thong to the side, I caress her petals and feel them weep on my fingertips. I drag my lips from hers, kissing my way down her neck to her exposed shoulder. Her skin is so soft, it’s almost unreal.
“That’s it, Baby,” I murmur in her ear, when she starts to fuck my fingers.
I love how responsive she is to me. Her hands steady her on my shoulders, as she rocks against my digits. I can feel her tight pussy tightening, with her oncoming release.
She tries to pull back, shaking her head. I smile, knowing it’s a powerful one. I release her hair, to tug down the front of her dress, exposing her full breasts inside a lacy strapless bra.
I yank the right cup down, freeing the heavy mound from its support. I groan, when her plump flesh bounces free, like an offering of ripe fruit. Dipping my head, I receive the offering, as if it’s my last.
“Nelson,” she cries out, still trying to tug away from my fingers working her drenched heat.
I won’t let her get away. This is what she wanted, this is what we both wanted. “Take it,” I hiss against her nipple. “Stop running.”
“Ugh, I’m coming. It’s too much,” she gasps.
“It’s nothing, Honey. I haven’t even started,” I croon.
~B~
Talina
What? He hasn’t started? My brain short circuits and I cum screaming. From just his hand? This is unreal. I sag against his shoulder.
Never, ever has a man touched me like that. Oh, I’ve had some pussy killers in my life. My ex’s were all skilled in their own ways, but none have set my body on fire like Nelson has with a simple touch and just as simple words.
Even now, his gentle strokes against the small of my back, have my body humming with need, as if I didn’t just blow a blood vessel with that climax. I sigh, when I feel him placing soft kisses on my head.
His hands move, pulling my dress up and over my head. I move sluggishly to allow him to do so. I brace myself on his shoulders again, while watching him stare at my breasts and remove my bra.
His hand moves between us. I gasp, when he rips my thong right from between my legs, through the gaping hole in my tights. Nelson eases me back, until I met with the soft rug beneath me. He reaches a hand up to push my gifts and the box out of our way.
I watch the top of his head, as he kisses his way down my center. I sigh and arch off the floor, when he reaches my sweet spot on my hip. Taking notice of my reaction, he pauses there, swirling his tongue in that spot.
I try to squirm away, but he pins me in place and keeps on with his assault. I reach to anchor myself with my hands in his hair, tugging tightly. I buck hard, when I feel his teeth sink into my flesh, causing me to gush and spasm below.
“I need to taste you,” he purrs.
He lifts my legs over his shoulders, tearing the hole in my stockings wider for his own access. I release his hair lifting to my elbows, looking down at him. I moan loudly, while I watch him become enthralled in eating my core.
I’ve never seen a man so dedicated to eating pussy. It feels so good, but the sight…Lord, the sight of him worshiping my flower is something awe inspiring. He nips and tugs at my clit, his long lashes lifting, as he looks up at me.
The look in his eyes is so sexy. Like he’s dying for more. It slams into me so hard, I fall back against the rug beneath me. I push my fingers into the front of my own hair. My stomach clenches and my thighs shake.
He sucks on my clit to sooth it and I cum once again. I do believe this man has just sucked my soul out through my pussy. Maybe even a bit of my brain.
I hear more than see him unfasten his slacks. I fight to clear the fog from my head. The music in the background helps. I changed to R&B a while ago.
Beyoncé’s, Rocket, fills the room, I want to do just what she purrs out. I lift, as Nelson pulls his sweater over his head. I place my hands on his waist and run my hands up his smooth skin, watching his muscle flex. I give a gentle push and he falls back on to his ass, against the couch behind him.
I look down and my mouth waters, he’s so much bigger than I imagined. Thick and long, his pale flesh reaches up, as if calling to me. It pulses as if calling me forward. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I straddle his lap.
I rub my slickness over him, wetting the head. I smile, when he groans and grasps a hold of my globes. I reach between us to grip him in my palm, I stroke him, once, twice, but I don’t get in the third pass.
Nelson grabs my hand and thrusts forward into my waiting folds. My head falls back and my eyes roll, as I slide down onto him. He feels so good. My breath swooshes pass my lips.
“This pussy is mine now,” he growls.
I lift my head and look him in the eyes. If it were possible for a man’s eyes to be on fire, I would swear I’m staring right into flames. His hips rock up into me, as I rock and swirl mine.
He’s so big. I’m trying my best to handle him and give back as much as I can. I have to breathe through my nose, as he stretches me wide.
“Damn, Baby,” I whisper.
He slaps my ass, causing my back to arch, pushing my breasts into his face. I feel my pussy spasm with another orgasm. I can’t believe I’ve cum so fast again.
Nelson squeezes my ass in his hands and guides me, as I try to slowdown to ride the wave out. He’s having none of that. He pounds up into me, dipping his head, seeking out my breast.
When his lips wrap my nipple, my orgasm ripples into multiples. My mouth falls open on a silent scream. This motherfucker! Oh, shit! Yes, Nelson, do that shit!
I have to scream the words in my head because my voice has left my body. I crumble in his hands. He’s wrecking my walls. Why in the world did I think I should play with this man?
My nipple pops free from his lips. “That’s it, Baby. Cum all over that cock. You feel that, it’s all yours,” he croons.
I shiver, at the look in his eyes. I cup his face and take his lips. He takes over the kiss, as usual. I’m on my back before I know it. Nelson shifts over me, breaking the kiss, he lifts my legs to his shoulders.
I didn’t think it could get any better, but the feel of him rocking into me slowly, while gyrating his hips, has a keening sound spilling from my lips. My back arches off the floor.
“Fuck,” Nelson growls and begins to pump harder.
“Oh, shit, I wasn’t ready for this,” I cry out, or at least, I think that comes from my lips.
I cum again, but he pushes right there it. I tighten my walls around him. I need this man to cum and give my ass a break, but at the same time, I don’t ever want it to stop.
He grasps, my ankles, shifting my legs to one shoulder and tilting my hips. My eyes roll and I grip a hold of the rug. “Nelson,” I scream.
“Yes, Baby?” he grunts.
His fingers run up my thighs, over my fishnet cover legs. The sensation spikes all the others, taking over my body. I feel like he’s stirring my soul with his thick rod that’s rubbing every inch of my insides and robbing me of every piece of my sanity.
I don’t even know how I’m managing to rock back against him. It’s a greedy, mindless gesture at this point. Nelson groans, reaching to squeeze my left breast. My eyes flutter, as I feel like my soul is leaving my body.
My heart pounds in my chest. His thrusts are hard and controlled, as if his aim has a target right on the inside of me. A target he knows will shatter me into a million pieces.
It floats through my mind that I want to give this man babies. Shit, I’ll lie naked tied to his bed, if he asked me to. Nelson is lethal. Every move has a purpose, to drive me insane.
I’ve lost track of my orgasms. I’ve also given up on trying to pull one from him. Nelson is in total control here. He’ll cum when he’s ready.
I think he’s reached his peak, when he pulls from my body. Oh, nope, so wrong. He swiftly shifts my body so I’m on all fours. His hand wraps around my ponytail again. He bends over my back kissing my ear. Slowly he enters me from behind.
I whimper and claw at the rug. My mouth falls open. I swear the man is trying to come through my back. My greedy pussy gushes with glee, rippling around him.
“You feel so good,” he hisses in my ear. “Better than I ever dreamed. Cum for me again. Stop fighting it.”
“I can’t,” I whimper.
He reaches between my legs for my clit and starts to strum it. “See, yes, you can. Again,” he growls.
“Nelson, fuck, Nelson,” I scream, my throat raw.
“That’s my name, Baby. Call it all you want, I’m not stopping until I destroy this pussy,” he grunts.
“Seriously,” I whimper.
It was destroyed ten minutes ago. He’s just showing off now. I turn my head to look back at him and frown, but that frown turns into something else, as I see the look on his face.
His eyes are filled with desire, his bottom lip is sucked into his mouth, as he bites down just above his chin. His brows are drawn together. His cheeks are flushed, as sweat drips from his face.
He looks like he’s in the greatest moment of bliss he’s ever had in his life. I want that for him. I’ll hold on a little longer to give that to him.
His face softens just a bit, his eyes searching my face. He leans forward and takes my lips in a deep kiss, slowing his thrusts. If a kiss could speak, his says a million words.
You’re going to fall for him, hard. The words ring in my head, but they’re a lie. I know they are because I think I already have. There is no future tense.
My mind floats to his gift. It may be something so small to someone else, but the thought behind it all means the world to me. The thought alone causes me to open my heart.
Nelson nips my lower lip. “Cum with me, Beautiful,” he gasps.
I feel the moment he spills inside of me. I gasp and explode at the same time. A flood of emotions hit me and confusion sets in. What the fuck just happened?