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  Putting the SeX in Xmas

  ISBN #978-1-907280-58-0

  ©Copyright Summer Jordan 2009

  Cover Art by April Martinez ©Copyright December 2009

  Edited by Janice Bennett

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  This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.

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  Published in 2009 by Total-E-Bound Publishing 1 The Corner, Faldingworth Road

  , Spridlington, Market Rasen, Lincolnshire, LN8 2DE, UK.

  Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has been rated Total-e-burning.

  Christmas Crackers

  PUTTING THE SEX IN XMAS

  Summer Jordan

  Trademarks Acknowledgement

  The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

  Calvin Klein’s Eternity: Calvin Klein Company

  Federal Express: Federal Express Corporation

  Spode: Porcelain and Fine China Companies Limited

  Chapter One

  Kati wiggled against Andrew’s delectable ass as they lay spoon-like in front of his living room fireplace. She’d rather he was behind her so her squirming would rub his cock. But he’d positioned himself so he could poke the smouldering coals to keep the flames alive.

  Her pussy had grown moist the moment his body touched hers. Andrew had had that effect on her since the day they’d met, and after learning how great he was at fucking, she’d grown even more excitable. They’d been dating for three months, and their affair had heated up quickly.

  They’d met at a fall festival, sitting across from one another at a food pavillion. She’d been sucking root beer through a straw in a bottle. He’d been lovingly laving frozen custard in a cone. She’d watched the long, delving strokes of his tongue, every one carefully ministered. He’d closed his eyes each time he started another lick. Thick, dark lashes lowering slowly over baby blues. Enraptured, she’d sucked hard while enjoying the twitch of her pussy. Then Andrew had looked up, stared at her lips in motion, her eyes on him, and he had broken out laughing. He’d moved to sit beside her.

  Later, they’d danced together in an open-air pavillion, him holding her close enough to feel her breasts and eager mound against his broad chest and hard-on. Then, they’d left the Party in the Park hand in hand and gone to his house where they’d taken a long shower, soaping one another’s bodies and growing breathless with desire. Unable to control themselves any longer, he’d put on a condom, hoisted her onto his penis, and she’d locked her legs around his waist. He’d stepped out of the stall—she’d managed to turn off the water as they went—and he’d carried her to the bed that way. He’d laid her down on the covers, and she’d cried out in disappointment as they disengaged. Kati hadn’t wanted to part with the heightened feelings he was creating within her. But he’d quickly entered her again, and they’d screwed until she was about to climax. Then he’d withdrawn again and turned her around so they were in the sixty-nine position. When he started licking her clit, she’d torn off the condom and tasted Andrew’s penis. And they’d latched onto one another in a frenzy. Sucking. Eating. Delving. Touching. Excitement rising. Migod. She’d never felt so hot, so eager, so over the top. It was the most thrilling experience of Kati’s life. When she’d come, she’d screamed, and she had never screamed before during her climax. His cock was big and hard and wonderful, and Andrew was a master cocksman.

  They’d fucked every day or night since then. But their relationship was more than sex. She thought of him all the time when they were apart. They had fun together, and while they were two different sorts, they had a lot of common interests. Flea markets. Vineyards with wine tastings. Strolling through ethnic neighbourhoods. They were both curious and eager to grasp onto the meanings of life.

  Now, Kati was ready to take her relationship with Andrew to the next level. They had shared so much in the short time they’d known each other. If they moved in together, it would make the upcoming holidays more special. There were other venues to explore, especially at this time of year. It was already the second week of December.

  “Christmas is coming soon,” Kati said, deliberately tickling the back of his neck with a warm wave of her breath. She’d like to be ‘coming’ with Andrew. She loved gala celebrations, but orgasms could be enjoyed all year long. Every day and every night. She smiled as she nuzzled Andrew’s nape, enjoying the musky smell of his shaving lotion mixed with his own masculine scent.

  “Mmm,” Andrew murmured. “Do you like Christmas?”

  “I love the whole holiday season. Doesn’t everyone?” The back of his neck was a highly sensitive spot, she’d learned. She knew most of the places that were likely to turn him on. Snaking her arms around his waist, she slipped her hands up under his T-shirt and played with his chest hair, eager for the moment they’d both get naked. If only he would make the first move instead of waiting for her to do it…

  She’d come directly from her cosmetics counter job at Bright’s Department Store and was impatient for Andrew to discover the surprise she had for him. She’d shed the cosmetician smock she wore before leaving work. But it was what she wore…or didn’t wear…under her black dress that she’d planned as a come-on for Andrew.

  His reserve must be due to his British roots, she’d told her friend, Tara.

  Tara lived in the apartment across the hall from Kati, and they often shared confidences. A redhead who was quick to speak her mind, Tara said Kati was making a stereotypical assumption. Not all Englishmen were reserved.

  True, Kati supposed. Andrew was the one in control during their wild and steamy lovemaking. And he was good at what he did.

  “So what do you have to complain about?” Tara had asked. “You have a boyfriend that’s great in bed. You should be satisfied.”

  What Tara didn’t seem to understand was that if Kati made Andrew so hungry for her body that he couldn’t keep his hands off her, he might ask her to move in with him. Next step, he’d want them to spend a lifetime together. Kati was crazy about Andrew and thought he shared her feelings. But it bothered her to think she was hornier. Shouldn’t he find her irresistible?

  This evening, Andrew had lain down and fitted his back against her with a contented sigh. “This is nice,” he’d said.

  It had been, but fucking would have been nicer. She couldn’t help herself. Sex with Andrew had become her greatest pleasure. His lovemaking was addictive, and so was he.

  Now, turning back the fly of his trousers, she ran her fingernail up and down the zipper.

  “That gives me chills,” he said, taking hold of her wrist. “It’s like fingernails on a blackboard.

  “I’m not particularly fond of Christmas nowadays,” Andrew went on. “Not like when I was a child in England.”

  He’d ta
ken so long to answer that she’d almost forgotten what they’d been talking about. She palmed his hard-on. “I knew one or both of your parents were British, but I thought you grew up here in Boston.”

  “My dad was born on the other side of the pond and came to the States for his postgraduate degree. He met Mum here in New England, and this house was her childhood home. She died when I was very young, and after Pop and I went through a couple of bleak holidays, we began spending them with his parents. Christmas then became my favourite time of year.”

  He broke off as Kati unzipped his trousers and slipped her fingers inside. His briefs were low-cut and allowed easy access to his rock-hard penis. She traced the ridge that circled the head, and he moaned. Scrambling over the top of him, she grasped his shirt and pulled him close for a kiss. He slid his hands up under her skirt.

  “You’re bare,” he breathed.

  He went wild, his hands seeming to be everywhere at once. Andrew palmed the rounded cheeks of her ass, his breath hot on her neck. Lowering his head, he nuzzled her cleavage while sliding his hands over her hips and around to her stomach. Spreading his fingers wide, he moved them in circles, exerting a gentle pressure that built a fire inside her belly. A moan escaped Kati’s lips.

  With one swift motion, he pulled up her dress. She was exposed to the waist, and his eyes smouldering, he devoured her genital area with his gaze. Her pussy ached with desire for him to trace that same path with his fingertips. And his penis.

  Kneeling over her, Andrew rubbed her mound. “My god, Kati,” he murmured, cupping her pussy with his hand. “You are such a vixen.”

  She rose to meet his touch and held out her arms. A guttural sound came unbidden from her throat.

  With one swift move, he lowered his pants and underwear. His erect rod popped out, and he half-smiled as he shifted his burning gaze to her face. “Is this what you want?”

  He knows it is. Narrowing her eyes, her breath coming hard, she hungrily took hold of his cock. It felt hot and hard in her grasp, and she slid her fingers up and down the smooth length of it. Savouring. Soon, she would feel it inside her, and she was ready. A drop of semen shone on its crown. She raised her head and took it on her tongue.

  Andrew drew in a quick breath. Closing his eyes, he smiled.

  She laved the end of his rod again. Slowly, with a slight pressure to the underside where he liked it most.

  Rising quickly, he shucked off his trousers and briefs. Reaching for her hands, he pulled her to her feet. He tugged her dress over her head and off. She was entirely naked now. Her breasts were firm and high, and she’d dared to go braless. Her nipples pebbled under his gaze. Her pulse quickened in anticipation.

  The fire popped and crackled. Other than that, there was only the sound of their heavy breathing as they admired one another’s bodies. Andrew took the first step forward, fitting his hands to the sides of her waist. “You’re so slender. So lovely. You are an amazing woman.” His voice was husky and his eyes dark with passion. “I love your breasts.” He cupped them and rubbed his thumbs over the erect tips.

  The sensations he created reached all the way to her vagina. He did it again, and she gasped and shivered. It felt so good, and yet it was like a shock of electricity running through her energized body. She took hold of his penis again and stroked it lovingly. She traced the ridge around the head, and Andrew moaned.

  He dropped a hand to her aching pussy. She knew it was wet and creamy and was thrilled at his touch. He liked it that way, and she longed to give him what he wanted. Was that a sign of love?

  Andrew slid a finger between her throbbing labia to stroke her clitoris. Ecstasy coursed through her genitals. She shuddered, and her knees grew weak. He knelt in front of her and licked her juices. His rough tongue dipping inside her set her pussy to quivering. This was the way he’d hooked her that first night.

  “Oh, Andrew. Ohmigod. I adore what you’re doing.”

  He locked his lips on her clit and sucked. Unbelievable. Pressure built. She grew unsteady on her feet. Ecstasy. He raised his eyes to watch her face, and she twisted her fingers in his hair. She felt her hot, thick juices pouring from her, and he held tight, still swallowing. Kati had never felt such sweet agony. Never had her body racked with shudders like this. My god, it is good. So great, she could hardly bear it and, at the same time, wished he would never stop. This time was even more powerful than it had ever been before.

  When she thought she couldn’t take another moment of his powerful hold on her hard nubbin, she whimpered. He raised his strong hands to brace her hips and keep her from falling. Her pussy pulsed madly. Her clitoris felt as if it might burst. She cried out with the glory of the feeling. All of those unbelievable sensations came together and… Kati came again and again. Spasms coursed through her body. Her juices ran, and he lapped them up. The delving of his rough tongue created tiny bursts of aftershock. It felt unbelievable.

  When her knees turned completely to jelly and she sank down against him, Andrew laid her on the carpet. Turning to his discarded slacks, he pulled out a condom and sheathed his rod. He looked like a prince. Strong, muscular and beautiful. Ready to take his princess.

  Andrew’s black hair shone in the firelight, and his blue eyes were hungry as he climbed between Kati’s thighs. Do I have the strength for this? Her vagina was still pulsating.

  He sank his cock deep inside her, and there was no doubt. She wanted nothing more than to have him fuck her, his hot penis inside her quivering, slick pussy. Moaning at the thrill of his entry, she circled his neck with her arms. Long strokes filled her sex hole. God, I love it. Raising her hips, Kate eagerly met each plunge. Clenching her muscles to pump his dick, she was on fire again and wanted to give him her best.

  He moved slowly and deliberately at first. He dipped his head for a taste of her breast. Sucking hard, he made her writhe. He raked the other nipple between his teeth, and she dug her fingers into his shoulders.

  Smiling, he raised his face to gaze into her eyes. “I like the feel of your tight, wet pussy when I slide my hard, hot cock inside. I love fucking you, baby.”

  Kati contracted her muscles, squeezing his entering thrust, and he began to plunge hard and fast.

  His breath grew ragged, and sweat dripped from his forehead. “Ready, baby?”

  She cried out, unable to form words.

  Bucking, shuddering, head thrown back, Andrew shot his cum, and Kati, eyes wide, joined him in orgasm. She clung to him, absorbing each quiver of his torso against hers. Loving the feel of his penis deep inside her pussy, the scent of sex in the air and even the perspiration that coated their skin.

  Tara said Kati should be satisfied. She was lucky. At this moment, Kati completely agreed. She was sated. The fire sputtered in the draught as wind shook the windows in Andrew’s house. But Kati and her lover were warm, safe and content. Holding hands as they lay, two sweaty bodies next to one another, her heart swelled with an emotion so powerful, it had to be love.

  * * * *

  Andrew drove Kati home to her apartment house, picking up a pizza on the way. She didn’t mind a casual supper, but she had hoped he’d ask her to stay overnight at his place. Especially after what had just transpired between them. He said he loved fucking her, but she’d have been more gratified to hear that he loved her.

  When they arrived, she kicked off her shoes, brought out a bottle of Sangria and lit candles on her dining area table. Eschewing the Pizza Place

  paper napkins, she laid black and white chequered ones on matching placemats and set the table with red pottery plates. She enjoyed feeling like a couple and doing things for him.

  Andrew turned on her stereo, and Christmas music spilled forth. As they sat down, she commented, “It’s time to unpack my Spode Christmas Tree china.”

  Andrew picked up a piece of still steaming pepperoni pizza dripping with cheese. “My grandmother has a set of that tableware, as well. So did Mum, but I don’t know where it went. If Dad took the china with him, Thelm
a has kept it under wraps whenever I’ve eaten dinner with them.”

  “I only have two place settings,” Kati said. “I bought them with my first Christmas bonus from the department store. Now that we’re back to the holiday discussion…” She smiled meaningfully. Smoking hot sex had cut short their earlier conversation. “Can we plan something special for the two of us this year? I gather you don’t enjoy Christmas at your father’s house, and I’m not going to my parents’ home in California, this year. So, how about a romantic getaway? We could rent a mountain chalet in the Pocono Mountains or hide away at a beach house in Florida. It would be fun, just the two of us starting a tradition.”

  Andrew grimaced. His mood had certainly changed since their earlier fuck.

  “You’re right that I don’t enjoy Pop and Thelma’s phony celebration. But Christmas should be…like it was at Gram and Grampa Howell’s house. Homey and warm with mistletoe and a ceiling-high, fragrant fir tree. Carefully wrapped presents beneath. A Christmas goose roasting in the oven. And…” Andrew chuckled. “Gram’s crackers. One of my favourite things. She made them herself.”

  Kati laid down the slice of her veggie half of the pizza. “I didn’t know a person could make crackers. Were they served with soup as a first course?”

  Andrew laughed heartily.

  “What’s so funny?” she demanded. “My grandma makes oyster stew on Christmas Eve. But she buys the tiny crackers she serves with it.”

  Andrew reached across the table to ruffle Kati’s hair. “I’m sorry. You aren’t familiar with British customs. The crackers aren’t food items. They’re party favours that are placed at each person’s table setting. Sometimes, they’re also used to decorate the tree or a wreath. They’re cardboard tube-like things with goodies inside. They’re called ‘crackers’ because two people pull on the ends and they crack open with a kind of a bang. The person who gets the bigger half wins claim to the items. “