Christmas Erotic Romance
He arrived early that morning, having needed to see her once again, and to remind her she wasn't to lift a finger for the next few days. They stood together on the open porch of their vacation cabin, arms around each other, snow falling in a light silent curtain. Despite the tight schedule, his mouth molded to hers, the kiss deep and slow, intense. Yalena smoothed a hand over his dark hair threaded with silver, a question in her eyes.
"Not long after midnight, Christmas Day," he murmured against her lips. One hand at her back pressing her body to his, the other snaking over the curve of her hip. That was when she felt him slip something into the pocket of her pajama pants. Then she was watching his tall proud form set out on his journey, until the chill of the weather snapped her fully awake and hurried back inside. Leaning against the closed door, she'd pulled out the piece of paper.
Make sure you have one candy cane with you.
Yalena blinked, wondering. There was an entire cabinet full of the treats, all sorts of different flavors and sizes. Even with giving them out by the handful to coworkers, children, and the Helpers, they would not be running out anytime soon. So why did she need one?
Another possibility pinged in her mind, one that made heat rise up her face. She'd never before verbalized her sexual fantasies, not anything as specific as this. When they were together, at the height of ecstasy, he sometimes asked if she liked what he was doing. By that point she had already been overcome with passion, reduced to a bundle of nerves and overly sensitized skin. Thinking of it sent a thrill through her as it always did. This particular fantasy came to her when they were in his kitchen discussing work-related things. Santa had popped a candy cane in his mouth and held it between his teeth, almost absently, while working on his tablet. He had no clue how sexy he looked like that, and the thought of him using that same candy cane on her made her throb.
She flipped the paper over to see if he'd written anything else. A candy cane. Her mind obliged with all sorts of erotically charged images involving that phallic-shaped candy. She groaned. Now she'd be filled with those imaginary scenarios until the time came when she could finally act them out. And she was off work with nothing planned for the next few days.
This was the first time since their relationship began that he'd made Yalena take this time off. She was used to working, always lending her time to assist her lover in whatever needed to be done; coordinating secret shoppers, the chefs, organizing social functions. But her sweet Santa had put his foot down and enlisted the help of his personal assistant to take the workload off her. Sneaky of him to catch her off guard like that, but it was Christmastime and she had been too mellow to argue. The man wanted her to take better care of herself, making her fall for him all over again.
She spent some time checking in on the few relatives that didn't mind her being low-contact. A few short phone conversations later and she was at the desk with a huge monitor setup in the study; a gift from a few of Santa's Helpers, who had also been given this time away to spend with their families. Yalena smiled at their delight in talking with her. She found that she did miss them. But it took too little time and before she knew it was disconnecting from the last video call. Some reading and dozing kept her busy for the day.
Her sleep had been fitful, dreams filled with candy canes, kisses, and moans dancing in her head. Christmas Eve had not come soon enough. After a quick breakfast of a bagel and coffee, Yalena took to her desk again in the study, intending to check the news. She spied the note tucked under a paper weight. Only now it was wrinkled from the way she kept unfolding, then folding it up again, as if it would tell her something new. Anxious energy skittered in her nerves. Really, she tried not to do anything that would be considered "work". There will be plenty to do after the holiday season. Her eyes kept drifting towards the little note, as if it could help her relieve the sexual frustration in her.
Yalena padded into the living room, pausing by the sofa. The way he'd been so amorous with her, the way he looked in his tailored candy apple red suit, and the note peaking her curiosity, all served to ramp up her arousal. Her fingers trailed up her torso under her shirt, then danced along her breasts, and stopped. She had to do something, she hadn't touched herself in all this time. Would he know? She bit her lip and went to straddle the arm of the sofa, one foot on the floor, the other bending to lay on the cushion. Closing her eyes, she placed both hands on the arm in front of her and shifted her body until the angle was just right. The ache intensified, making her moan.
Pussy lips already swollen with need, she rolled her hips in a circular motion. Sensation arched her back. She leaned forward until her clit tingled with sharp pulses. Desire flooded her, images of his hands holding her body, caressing her, loving her. An interlude in the shower, when he'd had her pinned against the tiles, water cascading over them. She'd had a meeting to attend, and was going to be late, but he had been determined in giving her body what it craved. Panting, the scenes of that moment and many sexual encounters all meshed together until her body shook with release. Hips continued to jerk on their own as she went over the peak. Spent, she crawled to lay on her back, an arm thrown over her eyes, breathing deep and coming down off her orgasm.
