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Holiday Exclusive and Giveaway: A Christmas Day Story from the Up in the Air Series by R.K. Lilley

Posted on 22 December, 2014 by in Author Spotlight, Book Spotlight, Giveaways, R.K. Lilley / 0 comments

by R.K. Lilley

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Enjoy a Christmas scene from the Up in the Air Series by R.K. Lilley and make sure to enter the giveaway below!!!

 

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 CHRISTMAS DAY

STEPHAN

 

We toasted again, Javier and I.  It was maybe our tenth toast since the party had ended.

Now we were alone in our suite, a private bungalow set far away from all the others.  We’d outlasted all the other partygoers, still going strong, just the two of us, and I still wasn’t tired.  Relaxed, yes.  Deliriously happy, absolutely.

We’d been married for three days now, and the revelry was still in full swing.  We’d sleep for a few hours, and start up again tomorrow, I had no doubt.  Well, today, I noted, as the sun was even now rising to bathe us in bright, cheerful morning light, bringing us Christmas morning in a rush.

“Merry Christmas, husband.”

“Merry Christmas, husband.”

“To soul mates,” Javier said softly, eyes shining at me.

“To finding the one that heals all of your scars,” I added.

“To that,” he agreed.

We drank.

“Speaking of which,” I said, clearing my throat awkwardly.

“Hmm?”

I took a deep breath.  I’d been contemplating this for quite some time, and with the timing, and relaxed as I was, it felt like a perfect moment for it.

I leaned forward and pressed my mouth to his.  A kiss for courage.

I didn’t pull back until we were both panting for breath.

“I want you to take me,” I whispered to him in a rush.

He blinked at me.  It took him a minute to catch my meaning.

“Are you sure?” he finally asked.  “We don’t have to.  You know I’m . . . completely satisfied with the way things are.”

“I know, but I want to.  I mean . . . if you want to?  You told me you have in the past, and that you liked it.”

“I have, but I don’t want to take you out of your comfort zone if you’re only doing it for me.”

“I’m not.  It’s for both of us.  And I’ve been noticing for a while now that my comfort zone is not necessarily good for me.”

He studied me for a long time before finally nodding his assent.

I’d always been the dominant one in our relationship.  When we made love, I was the one in charge, but he moved into the role like a natural.  It was a revelation.  An exciting one.  Certainly our sex life together had never been dull, but this added a whole new layer to it.  The things we could do, would do, to each other with this added dimension, well, it made me feel heady just to think about it.

He stood, grabbed both of my hands, and led me to the bed, pushing at my shoulders until I sat just on the edge, watching his face steadily all the while.  I was nervous, but his eyes always calmed me.

As though reading my mind, he shot a glance down at my lap.  “You must not be too nervous about this,” he said wryly.

I was already rock hard and throbbing, so he sort of had a point.  I hitched up my shoulder in a half shrug.

He reached around my head and started rubbing at the tension in my neck.

There was a time, not so very long ago, when I couldn’t even stand to have a man so much as touch my back.  We’d been actively working through that, Javier giving me massages, working at the muscles with oil on his hands, working lower and lower with each attempt.  I now enjoyed the touch, even relaxed into his full body rub downs that more often than not ended in a spectacular blow job from my generous lover.

He did that now, stripping me, oiling up his hands, and setting to work.

Even after drinking champagne for hours, I was tense at first, thinking only of the endgame, but slowly I began to loosen up, my rigid body relenting to his tender touch.

He worked my back thoroughly before turning me over and kneading at the front of my thighs.

I watched him through lazy lids as he bent over me, kissing the tip of my cock, his eyes never leaving mine, even when he sucked me into his mouth and started working me deep into his throat.

I moaned and grabbed his hair, pulling him away.  “No,” I said raggedly.  “I want you to jerk me off when you’re inside me.”

He made a noise in his throat, one that let me know he found that visual far from distasteful, but he said, “Are you sure?  Maybe this,” he kissed my tip to illustrate, “is a better way to start, to ease you into it.”

He knew me so well, knew that getting off while he fucked me, while appealing in its way, was also a conflict to me.  But it was a conflict I wanted to move past, so I said, “I’m sure.  That’s what I want.”

He moved up my body to give me a long kiss, rubbing our shafts together as he sucked at my tongue.

He pulled back reluctantly and with a deep breath I rolled back onto my stomach.

He set to work on me with his hands again, easing me into it.  I was nearly boneless under his touch when I felt  his slick tip push into my backside.

I tensed, pushing up on my elbows, digging my knees hard into the bed, rising slightly.

One of his hands continued to rub at my shoulder while the other reached around to grip my cock.  He started stroking hard as he pushed slowly into me.

I whimpered and he stopped.  “Keep going,” I said roughly.

I felt his breath panting into my neck as his hand started jerking again, his tip pushing and pushing, fighting to get his plush head inside of me, kissing my neck as he began to use more force.

My breath sobbed out of me as he broke through, then continued to shove deeper, slowly but steadily, the pressure building as he inched in.

The sensation was intense to the point of painful, uncomfortable at first, but as he moved and started hitting certain nerves, his skillful hand working  every inch of my cock, the pain gave way infinitesimally, transitioning almost completely into pleasure.

With a stifled moan, he at last shoved his cock in to the hilt.

He began to move, his rhythm smoothing out with every thrust.  In direct contrast, his hand got rough.

He jerked at me hard as he took me smooth.

Neither of us could hold back our cries, and as the pressure built to a head, and I felt myself beginning to come, my hand covered his.

“I love you,” I sobbed out.

“I love you,” he gasped back.

The orgasm broke over me like a tidal wave, the most powerful one that I could remember.  It was so intense it left me trembling, collapsed face first onto the bed, trapping both of our hands around my still twitching cock.

I felt him finishing inside of me, deep in my ass, his mouth soft and loving at my neck.

“Are you okay?” he finally asked me, his voice unsteady.  This had affected him as much as me, I could tell from his voice.

“Better than okay,” I said with a deep sigh, already drifting off to sleep the sleep of a man that had just put his most relentless demon to rest.

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Book 1 – In Flight

Book 2 – Mile High

Book 3 – Grounded

Lana – Novella

Book 4 – Mr. Beautiful

About R.K. Lilley

R.K. Lilley lives in Colorado with her husband and their two beautiful sons. She’s had a lot of interesting jobs, from being a first class flight attendant, to being a stablehand, but swears she never knew what hard work was until she had children. She’s been addicted to both reading and writing fiction since she can remember. She loves to travel, read, hike, paint, game, watch anime, and make the most of every single day. She is the author of the erotic romance novels In Flight, Mile High, Grounded, and the novella, Lana.

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