Unable to concentrate on much more than his hand at my neck and his body against mine, I barely registered his conversation, but it was quick because it didn’t take him long before he said, “Change of plans, sweet thing. Scott doesn’t need me straight away so we’ve got some extra time.”
Before I could respond, he’d let me go and had stalked to my kitchen table. A few moments later, he returned with a chair and placed it in the centre of the kitchen. Then he came to me and stripped my remaining clothes off. His movements were decisive and I knew he had a plan for this, and that excited the hell out of me. I loved Nash taking charge like this.
He pointed at the seat and directed, “Sit.”
I did as he said, and watched as he took his clothes off. Our eyes didn’t leave each other’s until he turned to rummage through my drawers. He went through a few drawers and I knew he couldn’t find what he was searching for by the frustrated grunts he made. After he cursed a few times, he grabbed something out of one of the drawers and slammed it shut. Turning back to me, he held plastic wrap. I wondered where he was going with this, but he didn’t make me wait too long before showing me.
Kneeling in front of me, he wrapped the plastic wrap around my waist and the chair, binding me to it. When he had me secured, he stood and dumped the box of wrap on the counter before looking down at me. “All this fuckin’ gift wrapping has got me in the mood, and after all the pla
ying you’ve been doing with me – driving me fuckin’ crazy from all your teasing – I figure it’s my turn to play with you. Couldn’t find what I was after, but this will do,” he said, nodding his head at the wrap around my waist.
Mental note – tease Nash more often.
He traced my lips with his finger. “Do you want my cock in here as much as I do?”
God, yes.
I opened my mouth and sucked on his finger before letting it go and saying, “I always want your cock in there, Nash.”
A grunt escaped his mouth and he straddled me without resting his full weight on my legs. His lips crashed down onto mine and he kissed me deep and hard. Demanding. And fuck, it was erotic having him sit on me like this. One of his hands held my cheek and the other held my neck, and I loved his firm grip. There wasn’t anything more of turn on to me than a man who liked to dominate in the bedroom.
He continued to kiss me, keeping one hand around my neck while trailing his other hand down my body to play with my breasts and nipples, all while grinding himself against me. He worked me into such a state that all I wanted to do was move with him, however the plastic wrap that bound me to the chair prevented me from moving. And that drove me crazy.
I reached for his cock, determined to drive him just as crazy, but his hand quickly moved to mine and halted my progress. Pulling his lips from mine, he rasped, “No touching until I say so.” He moved both my hands so they hung by my side. “Don’t move them from there,” he ordered.
My eyes widened. It was unlike Nash not to want me to touch him. “You’re kidding, right?” I asked.
Shaking his head, he said, “No, I’m not. We’re gonna play a game and it doesn’t involve your hands on me.”
“What kind of game?” Excitement pulsed through me at the thought.
He moved off me and stood. Taking hold of his cock, he began gently tugging it. Keeping his eyes on mine, he said, “The kind of game where you tell me what you want me to get you for Christmas.”
My lips spread into a smile. He’d been asking me for weeks now and I’d refused to tell him. I wanted him to be the one to choose. “It’s going to be a boring game then, Nash, because I’m not telling you.”
He tugged himself a little harder, teasing me because he knew I would want to be the one to do that. “Why won’t you tell me, baby?”
“Because I want your gift to be from your heart – something you think I would love and that you want me to have. I never want Christmas to become the kind of thing where we just shove lists at each other of what we want. Christmas isn’t supposed to be about the presents; it’s supposed to be about so much more than that.”
He listened to what I’d said, but the look in his eyes let me know I hadn’t convinced him. Letting go of himself, he walked around the chair to stand behind me. One of his arms snaked around my shoulders and his mouth dropped to my neck. Trailing kisses down my neck, he murmured, “I already give you the thing I want you to have everyday, and I’m gonna keep giving it to you until the day I stop breathing. And I’m pretty sure you love it, so it looks like I’ve got those things covered. All I need from you now, is to know one thing you really want, and I’ll make it my mission to ensure you unwrap it on Christmas Day.”
“Are we talking about what I think we’re talking about? The thing you give me every day, I mean.”
He chuckled near my ear. “Yeah, baby, we’re talking about my cock.”
I smiled, loving his playfulness. “I just wanted to be sure.”
The arm he had around my shoulders dropped so he could take hold of one of my breasts. Tweaking my nipple, he said, “You know how you said you wanted my cock in your mouth?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I’m not giving your mouth or your pussy my cock until I get an answer out of you.”
I scoffed. “I doubt you’ll be able to deny me, baby. Hell, I doubt you’ll be able to deny yourself.”
He pinched my nipple in the way he knew I loved. “I won’t have to deny either of us, Velvet. I’m going to take you to the edge and you’re going to beg me to fuck you right before you give me your answer.”
As he said that, he placed his free hand on my pussy and began rubbing my clit, while he continued to tease my nipples with his other hand. A moan escaped my lips and my eyes closed as my head dropped back.