Dear readers, I decided to write about my own take on winter holidays, which is not about a specific celebration/custom, but about this strange feeling we get every year around this time, trying to express it as best as I could with a story. For me it is the classic setting of a home suddenly cozier, a street suddenly empty, a heart suddenly lonelier and a never-ending night familiarly melancholic.
I would love to hear your thoughts on this story:)
PS. both characters are adults
The air was cold that night, whistling through the tree branches like a hummingbird's wings. So cold, that you could see the droplets of breath densing the air around her lips, as she walked down the cobblestone street. High heels clicking on the ground louder and louder, made a sound you could swear sounded like black stilettos. She was holding a present with one hand and her long, suede coat with the other to stop the wind from blowing it open. He was simply standing behind the window with that devilish smile on his face, admiring her effort to cover her long legs from the winter's hard touch.
How I long to feel the straps of your heels tight under my fingers,
he thought to himself.
Sipping another sip of the deep red cherry wine, Daniel paced to the door. The aroma was lingering on his clothes and filled the white room with stains of seduction. Soon enough, she would come through the door and bring him to his knees. The snow had unveiled a lost purity in the small, downtown neighborhood, but her very presence there threatened to disguise it.
Jessamine is the earlier spelling of the flower jasmine. A beautiful and delicate flower with an innocently clear smell. What people don't know is that jasmine is highly toxic. What an appropriate name. Addictive was another word to describe their relationship. No promises. No expectations. The noise of the night was never followed by the peace of the morning and so their story became a broken record playing over a paradox. How can there be endless moons, when the sun never comes up?
A knock on the door interrupted Daniel's thoughts and raised his sight off the crystal glass. He opened the heavy door and let a breeze fly in and freeze the scene. Jessamine was leaning on the board, looking gorgeous. Her big, dark blue eyes captivating his soul, her crooked smile as lewd as ever.
"Are you going to invite me in?" she stepped in brushing his shoulder. She stood in the middle of the room, her back turned away from her host at the door and made the slightest movement to lift her hands from her torso, signaling Daniel to rush in and strip her from the warm coat.
"I brought you a gift, Daniel", she said in a particularly festive manner. "I spent many hours trying to find just the right thing."
"Well, isn't that flattering. If I knew we were exchanging presents I would have taken advantage of mall Santa's lap when I had the chance."
Now a bigger, more human smile softened her features. "Don't be silly."
She was dressed in a long sleeveless silky black dress and those deadly black stilettos that elongated her heavenly figure. Her hair was a blond mess, ending at undefinable lengths on her back. Whenever she moved she could not help but sway her hips gently and carry herself in a fragile, ethereal way. She was truly a sensual creature. Many times the question had crossed Daniel's mind, if she woke up with those ruby lips. It seemed as if God Himself would not have dared to deprive those luscious lips of colour.
"Here, have a drink", he offered her a half-empty glass.
She took it, then walked past the window and set it on the desk. She picked up the bottle and held it over her open mouth, swallowing a big gulp of alcohol. How she managed to portray herself as this luxurious lady and the next moment tear it all down by doing something so rebelliously unladylike was beyond his grip.
He suddenly threw his glass, shuttering it on the floor, he grabbed her arm and neck and broke the contact with the wine with a kiss. Some liquid dribbled down her chin and plunged in her cleavage, leaving a moist trail between her breasts. Their tongues met and their breaths became one. She dropped the bottle on the thick carpet, its content pouring on the wool, soaking it. Daniel lifted her up and sat her on the desk. He parted her legs with one hasty move, causing her dress to lift around her thighs. His manly hands roamed the bare flesh all the way to her ass and she moaned with anticipation. She found his belt and unbuckled it, took it out and tossed it on the desk chair. Then she undid his buttons, all the while he was kissing her neck and tangling his fingers through her hair. She pushed him away which caused him to pull her hair with him, sliding her down from the surface.
She kneeled in front of him and took his cock in her right hand. She came close and rubbed it on her lips, parting them. She licked the head, put it in her mouth and sucked it a bit. Then she took it out and, turning her gaze on him, she ran her tongue from his balls all the way on his shaft and flicked it a couple of times on the tip. Still locking her narrowed eyes with his, Jessamine winked, then dropped her head and took Daniel's cock completely in her mouth. Both her hands were on his flat stomach as she started going down on him faster and harder. She was sucking him the whole time, as if she were trying to pull his cum out of him. When she squeezed his balls and took it in again, he was too close. He roughly dragged her on her hands, bent on the floor behind her and took his belt from the chair.
That devilish smile was forming once again, as he raised his hand high in the air and let it fall down forcefully, whipping the leather on her cheek and extracting a scream from his lover. Immediately he shoved his face between her legs and started licking her inner lips. He found her hole and dipped his tongue in, only to replace it with a finger. Then two. He went slow, touching her walls and caressing her folds, lubricating them with her wetness and tapping her clitoris. The sensation was so intense, Jessamine left her head hanging and gave into the groans. His fingers now probed her in short periods, cutting her breath in half as she was near explosion. He took them out and circled her clit over and over and over, until she had reached the point of no return, her head swinging from side to side, her legs wobbling, his other hand reached out and pinched her nipple, massaged her breast, the circling still continuing. She gasped for air, a tremble shocking her cunt from the inside out and right there on all four, she let her elbows bend, her forehead on the rug, screaming and shaking as she came on his hand. He didn't stop, he let her ride through her orgasm and calmed down with her.
"Oh fuck, Daniel, I can never get enough of you and your skills."
