Christmas with Nicholas: - an Untwisted seasonal story (Untwisted series) (9 page)

After his small diversion Nicholas chuckled to himself and then removed my snow trousers, leggings, and knickers before scooping me into his arms and laying me in the centre of the pile of furs on the circular bed. I was now laying with a perfect view of the cloudless sky above us, but my gaze was instantly distracted when I heard the noise of Nicholas’ zipper being undone.

Turning my head I watched as he swiftly undressed, his eyes were firmly focused on mine, but I was nowhere as disciplined and my gaze dropped to his crotch as he lowered his trousers, thermals, and boxer shorts in one go to reveal his straining erection. His disrobing certainly lacked his usual controlled elegance and I smiled to myself, pleased that he was obviously feeling the same longing and impatience that I was.

Joining me on the bed Nicholas immediately honed in on my clamped nipples, his head lowering as he cocked his head from side to side and examined me in excruciating detail without actually making any contact with my desperately deprived skin. ‘So beautiful …’ he murmured, his hot breath fanning across my chest shortly before he transferred his weight to one side, gripped the first clamp, and swiftly removed it. Even though the clips hadn’t been particularly tight, searing heat erupted in my released skin and I let out a cry and arched off the bed, my fingers fisting in the blankets as a flash of pain shot through me before my nipple was suddenly bathed in immense pleasure as Nicholas took it gently in his mouth, lathing my smarting skin with swipes of his skilled tongue. His touch simultaneously soothed my skin whilst also arousing me to levels almost beyond my comprehension until my body was out of my control, writhing shamelessly amongst the furs as unintelligible noises flowed from my lips and my head thrashed from side to side.

Not drawing out my torture any longer Nicholas quickly disposed of the second clip, completing the same soothing aftercare with his hot mouth and then replacing his lips with his hands, thumbs rubbing across my nubs with such gentle touches that I very nearly came from just his first touch. As his hands continued to distract me Nicholas began to trace his lips up to my collarbone and then neck, his open mouthed kisses and dashes of hot tongue making my skin pebble with goose pimples. Then finally, blissfully, he shifted his hands to either side of my head and I felt his throbbing cock come to rest at my entrance at the same time as he landed a scorching kiss on my lips and then thrust inside of me.

We both cried out as our bodies were connected, and then Nicholas pulled out of me slowly, almost all the way to the tip, before thrusting back in with the same slow, torturous pace. With every thrust and shift of our heated bodies his rough chest hair scraped across my smarting nipples and sent shooting darts of pleasure to my groin. Suddenly on a slightly faster thrust I exploded in climax around him with no warning whatsoever, the power of my orgasm so immense that it made me yell his name loudly as my eyes rolled back in my head, fingers clutching at his shoulders until I was sure I must be marking him. Then, on a deep thrust Nicholas joined me, filling me with his climax as an animalistic noise ripped from his throat and echoed around the dome.

Nicholas collapsed onto me panting and murmuring my name repeatedly into my hair as he rolled us over so that I was spread across his chest, my own breathing just as unsteady and laboured as his as I tried to recover from what was quite possibly the best orgasm of my entire life.

For several minutes we were content to simply lay entwined staring up at the darkening Icelandic sky. In just an hour or so the first stars of the long night would begin to twinkle, and what a sight that would be. What an utterly incredible place this was going to be to spend the night. Shifting slightly below me Nicholas wrapped his arm around me a little more firmly and let out a long breath.

‘Happy Christmas, Becky,’ he murmured against my temple. ‘I love you … more than words could ever express.’

Feeling happier and more content than I could believe I leant up and smiled shyly at Nicholas, not sure how to match his declarations without being overly soppy. My hair fell in a curtain around us and for once, instead of chastising me for tucking it behind my ears he did the job for me, raising a hand and hooking back the loose strands so I could see him properly. ‘I love you too, Nicholas. Happy Christmas. This day, this whole week, has just been incredible, thank you.’

Pulling me to his side Nicholas chuckled. ‘It’s not over yet, Becky, we’ve got all night ahead of us, champagne waiting in the fridge, and a very long checklist of things that I want to do to you.’ Lifting his head up to meet mine he placed a gentle kiss on my smiling lips, ‘In fact, I may as well get started on that list right now …’

Crikey, it sounded like my Christmas evening was going to be quite eventful. Giggling as Nicholas flipped me over and ran his fingers across my ticklish lower ribs I grinned; as Christmases go, I think this one would go down in history as my most special and memorable
ever
.

A Final Note …

Nicholas loved the Christmas gifts that Rebecca got for him. The photograph has pride of place on the mantelpiece in his piano room and he wears the cufflinks to every concert he plays – but the scrapbook that Rebecca made him was by far his favourite gift. The effort and time she’d put into it were obvious to him and unlike any gift he’d ever received before. Just by flicking through the pages of their treasured memories Nicholas was overcome with just how much Rebecca obviously really did love him, flaws and all.

Rebecca had been thrilled by Nicholas’ response to the book; he’d spent hours poring over every tiny thing in there when she’d given it to him, and in the weeks that have passed she still catches him sitting looking through it. What Rebecca doesn’t know, though, is that Nicholas has started adding to the scrapbook, filling the empty pages with mementoes from their Icelandic adventure and the things they’ve done together since. His plan is to add to it every week for the next year, and then give it back to Rebecca next Christmas in the hope that she will open it and feel just as special and loved as he did when he received it.

The Untwisted Series

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 2014

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