Merry Christmas, Baby
This is the sexy sequel to my fluffy piece about Christmas
2009 called "It’s
the Most Wonderful Time of the Year."
Disclaimer Ahead: Guiding Light is a product of Proctor
& Gamble (like Mr. Clean, Duracell and Old Spice). The
characters are the creative property of the show and its
producers – I'm just borrowing them for my amusement, and
hopefully for those few souls who read this.
Merry Christmas, Baby
"So I'll get a New
Year's kiss this time?" Olivia asks coyly.
"You'll get more than that," I promise. Even I
notice the longing is heavy in my voice. She instantly turns
red and I feel momentarily proud. I usually can't make her
blush, but when I do, I relish it. She's so alluring, and I
can't help but leer at her. Subconsciously, I start to lick my
lips. "In fact, why don't I show you what I have in mind
for next week?"
"Now?" she asks hopefully.
I grin temptingly and lean down to her ear.
"Not all your presents are under the tree. In fact, some
aren't meant for children's eyes." I watch her jaw drop,
and I reach out, taking Francesca away. "Yeah, that got
you thinking. I better get this little one to bed before she
ends up on the floor." I take our daughter toward the
stairs. "What about Bean?" I ask from over my
"She'll be fine down here," she says as she turns
off the Christmas lights and starts to follow me.
"Besides, the further away from our bedroom tonight, the
Oh yes, this Christmas is going to be much different than the
Now upstairs, Francesca
tries to settle into her crib as I cover her with the fleece
blanket. I feel Olivia slid up beside me as Francesca
continues to fuss at the loss of human contact. One of Olivia’s
hands rests on my shoulder and the other is holding out a
clean pacifier. I take it and give the offering to Francesca,
who immediately starts to suck and lull herself back to sleep.
"We make a good
pair," Olivia whispers in my ear as she wraps her arms
around my waist. We both spend a few moments just watching our
youngest daughter sleep. The feel of Olivia’s lips hovering
near my neck, however, begins to ignite a passion within me,
and I turn in her arms to face her.
"Would you like to see
what Santa brought you?" I ask. Her eyes widen and she
nods her head enthusiastically. "Have you been a good
girl?" I add.
The devilish grin of hers
lights up the room and her hand slides up to cup my breast.
"You tell me," she says as she begins to caress my
increasing erect nipple. "Have I been good?"
I smile in response. She
knows the answer. "Oh, yeah. That’s why you’ve got
something extra special this year. In fact, I’m willing to
go so far as to say it’s something no one else has ever
Her eyebrows are creeping
their way to her hairline in curiosity. "What is it?
Something I can wear maybe?"
I consider the question for
a moment. "Yes…yes it is."
I give her a demure grin and
tug her hand, pulling her from the nursery and over to our
room. As we enter, I lock the door behind me and tell her,
"Look under your side of the bed."
As she excitedly makes her
way over to our bed a feeling of doubt takes hold of me.
Suddenly, I feel hesitant in the choice I made, but it’s too
late now. What’s done is done. She’s pulling the
colorfully wrapped box from under the bed. I move toward the
foot and simply watch. She looks at the box she’s placed on
our comforter. Then she looks to me. Then to the box and then
to me again.
"What is this?"
she asks tentatively, as if she’s not sure what to expect.
"It’s a little too heavy to be a nighty. Lemme guess
– a bullwhip and knee high hooker-boots?" she jokes.
I giggle. "Well, now
you’ve ruined the surprise."
She pulls the tape at one
end and rips open the package to reveal a plain brown,
cardboard box with a top. With her smile still in place she
starts to open it, but quickly I find my hand covering hers,
preventing her from going any further.
"Wait," I tell
"Are you trying to kill
me with suspense here?"
"No, I-I think I just
need to say something first. I mean before you open
this." When I don’t continue, she impatiently waves her
hands, and I grin nervously. "I love you."
She looks confused. "I,
uh, I love you too."
"And I love…the two
of us…together. Everything we do is…wonderful. Better than
wonderful and not lacking in the least. So if you don’t like
this gift, don’t think that we don't have to keep it…and-and
it's not like I need it in order to be happy… okay?"
Her look of confusion begins
to transform into one of devilishness. She’s starting to get
a clue of what might be inside the box, and I feel my face
turn ten shades of red, each one darker than the last.
I chew on my nail as I watch
her flip open the box top in silence. Obviously what she
expected is not what's in the box. Her jaw immediately crashes
and she starts to giggle uncontrollably.
she starts. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Olivia smile that
wide. "…You…my adoringly sexy woman…You bought this…all
by yourself?" she says proudly.
"Actually I was talking
to Blake about something I saw in a movie once so she took me…shopping."
"That explains a
lot," Olivia answers with a smirk.
"There’s actually a
little boutique on-."
"Yeah, I know the
place. So you got this there I take it."
"No, that’s what I
was saying. They didn’t have…that," I say as I point
inside the box. "So I asked Doris and told me about a
place. So I had to go to Oakville, and she was right, they did
have it." As she stares into the box, the silence between
us is maddening. "This was a horrible idea," I say
and reach for the box top to close it. At least that’s what
I try to do.
"Now wait just a
second." Olivia smiles. "You can’t just whip this
out – literally – and put it away." We both smile and
she continues. "So the town gossip and the woman who
strives to tease me at every chance she gets…they both know
about this present?"
I think about her words.
"Yes," I answer meekly.
She nods shortly. "Just
"I told you, we’re
not lacking in the bedroom at all. I just thought…" Why
is this so hard to talk about?
My eyes are closed so I
hear, rather than see, Olivia’s approach. The feel of her
lips cover mine for a brief moment and I return the gesture.
Next, her hands grip my upper arms.
"Look at me,
Lover," she commands in that sultry voice that literally
make me drip in anticipation of what will follow. Slowly, I
open my eyes. "Tell me what you thought when you bought
this. I want to hear every detail."
"You-you do?" She
only nods, but the hungry look in her eye is unmistakable. I
try to take a deep breath, but the thought of her body
trembling beneath me is stealing my breath now.
"Actually, I wanted to wear it."
I only nod at first. "I….I’d
like to…" I can’t seem to get the words out.
I smile at how blatant and
open she can be, particularly when it comes to sex.
"Yes." It’s all
I say. It’s all I have to say. I can see her thinking about
it, her eyes becoming hooded in desire.
She reaches into the box and
pulls out the harness and the dildo with an alluring smile.
"Not that I doubt your sexual prowess in the least my
dear – because, let’s face it, you ARE a fantastic lover,
the best I’ve ever known, honestly…but really…do you
even know how to put this on?"
Now it’s my turn to smile.
I slide off the bed and take the harness from her.
"I’ve already had it
Suddenly, the dildo she’s
holding falls to the floor.
I giggle as I bend over and
retrieve it. I then pointed toward the box.
"If you look inside
there’s also some KY Jelly too, you know, just in case we
"We’re not gonna need
that – things are mighty wet already," she replies in a
ragged breath. In fact, I think she’s starting to sweat.
"Are you okay? Is it
"No, it’s my sex that’s
about to explode," she says so matter-of-factly. The next
sensation I feel is her leading me to the bathroom.
"Quick, before Emma wakes up."
I can’t help but giggle as
I juggle her gift with me as she ushers me inside.
A few moments later after I’m
‘suited up,’ I call out to her.
"I know you’re going
to laugh when you see me because I did," I warn her from
the other side of the bathroom door.
"Let me see," she
calls out, her voice deep and throaty.
I open the door and any
thought of my own insecurity at my appearance is washed away
when I see her naked body sprawled across our bed. I can tell
by the scent in the room, she’s already been touching
herself for some time. So although I expected her to be
chuckling at how I appear, the look in her eyes instead
conveys an appetite so great that she just might devour me
whole. As I take slow steps toward the bed I’m transfixed on
watching her touch her own body. One hand is running up
between her breasts while the other is running down to the
apex of her legs. She reaches her mound her hips lift off the
bed and I have the overwhelming desire to slide the dildo into
her immediately. God, I never wanted her so bad in my life. I
want to grab those plentiful hips of hers and plunge into her.
But I know I need to pace myself, however, pacing myself seems
impossible with the trail of arousal that’s now dripping
down my inner thigh at the sight of her.
"So tell me, Natalia,
what did you have in mind?" she asks in a guttural voice
filled with want.
I watch, unmoving, as she
comes to the end of the bed where I’m standing. She begins
to work the shaft with her hands. Each time she pushes back I
can feel the base of the dildo press against my clitoris. I
moan and my head falls backward as my hips thrust forward.
"You can feel
that?" she asks in a slightly surprised tone.
I can only nod at first. But
soon I take her by the wrist and rhythmic lead her hand
against the fake cock – jerking me off. Soon the sound of
grunting followed and I realize that it’s me who’s making
the noise. I open my eyes and I look down at her as she
continues to work my shaft.
"Kneel on the floor.
Lemme fuck your mouth."
I have no idea where the
words came from or how I had the courage to say them. Neither
does she either.
At first she looks
surprised, but it only last for a second before utter desire
shows on her face. She complies whole-heartedly and I find my
hands cradling her head, leading her to my faux cock. I can’t
say why but the need to see her on her knees before me, and
her lips wrapped around my phallus…it’s overwhelming.
She continues to suck on the
shaft as she strokes me off, the dildo still brushing against
baby," I tell her. "Get it good and wet."
She pulls back for just a
moment, but her hand never stops doing its job. "You
never did tell me what you had in mind. So let’s hear it,
She runs two fingers up my
wet thigh and spreads my juice over the tip of the cock. She
licks it, all the while making delicious noises, which is
finally my undoing.
"No, I’ll show
you," I tell her as I reach down and pull her to her
feet. I position her palms on the side of the bed and I push
her legs apart. "Come on, Liv. Open up."
"Oh God," she
moans and she spreads her legs wider and lifts up higher. I
thought I’d tease her a little. Maybe reach around and play
with her breasts first. Perhaps tease her clit a little with
my fingertips. But nope, that wasn’t going to happen.
"Fuck me," she says from over her shoulder with her
pussy high in the air.
I can’t hold back. She
wants fucked, and damn it, I’ll fuck her. I’ll fuck her
good. I’ll fuck her like no man has ever fucked her before.
I move behind her and put
myself in place, but she quickly reaches under and guides me
inside her. I slide in with no resistance at all. Before I
even have a chance to build up a rhythm she’s already
pushing back into me, shaking those hips.
"Oh no," I say. I
playfully, yet firmly, slap her ass which makes her cry out
slightly in arousal. "You keep still for now and feel me
fuck you." Her groan at the news makes my mouth go dry.
I take her by those hips and
start to dive in and out, rolling my hips. My momentum picks
up and soon my stomach is slapping that gorgeous ass. With one
hand on her hip, I use the other to reach around and grab one
of those jiggling breasts. The nipple has to be painfully
erect since it feels like a pebble now, but she’s not
complaining. In fact, she’s making noises I’ve never heard
with each thrust.
And each thrust bounces
against my own clit. The sensation is incredible. I know it’s
not going to take too long. But I need to move faster and do
it without hurting her. So I move inside her and hold her
steady for just a moment then I began to vibrate my hips. I
buck with quick, small thrusts rather than deep strokes. But
the momentum is so great that those breasts of hers that I’m
lightly cupping are slapping quickly against my hands.
"Fuck!" I cry out.
I’m so close, but it’s just not coming. I need more
contact. But I realize all isn’t lost. Based on the sounds
Olivia was making she was close. This time I reach my hand
down to her clitoris. I begin to roll my hips and use my
fingertips to bat and tease her clit in time with the bumping.
"Oh God, Natalia,"
she sighed. "Fuck me, Baby. Like that, just like that.
Don’t stop. God don’t stop."
I looked down at how slick
the phallus looks. At this moment, the roof could fall on us
and I still wouldn’t stop humping that soaking pussy of
"You want release so
bad you can taste it, huh Baby?"
sighs, practically out of breath.
"You like me fucking
you, don’t you?"
"God, yes!" she
I make a decision.
"Screw this," I
say as I pull out of her.
She whimpers and I gently
push her to the bed and roll her over so she’s facing me.
Before she even has a chance to mutter a syllable of
confusion, my face grinds against sex. I use every part of my
face that I can – my lips, my tongue, my nose, my teeth. I
can’t contain myself when I’m like this.
As my lips finally take hold
of her clit my tongue bats it, pushing it back and forth. Her
hands shoot down to my long hair. God, I love it when she
pulls my hair like this. It should hurt because of the force
she uses, but with my endorphins running this high all I feel
is the pleasure.
"Oh God," she
begins to say over and over like a heavenly chorus. Her hips
move higher and higher and I have to hold on to keep her from
getting away. It only takes a few seconds for her release,
which she announces with a loud, "Yesssssss."
Usually I can feel her legs
shaking, but tonight she’s already on the move, pulling the
harness from my body and letting it drop to the floor. She
pulls me to the bed and suddenly she’s upside down. Her face
is immediately burrowing itself between my thighs giving me a
lovely view of her ass to my left. I can’t help it. My hand
reaches out and strokes her since I’m at a loss for words,
or even sounds, at this point.
There’s no build up. No
teasing. No tentative touches.
Just her lips. My sex. Right
After a few strategic bats
of her tongue on my clitoris I’m done.
"Oh, Olivia…" I
take one last breath before I feel my body tumble over the
edge into complete satisfaction. "That’s it. That’s
it. Oh, baby yeahhhhh."
I grip the back of her head
to hold her in place a little while long, but soon her tongue
is too much. I’m spent and my body simply can’t handle any
more stimulation at the moment. She moves to her butt and sits
next to me. She looks over at me with a cunning smile.
Her laughter that follows is
infectious and I pull her down to lie beside me. We curl up in
each other’s arms, neither one of us quite ready to move.
She scoots over and rests her head on my shoulder and I’ve
never felt more loved or more complete.
"And to think you were
worried," she finally says.
I giggle. "I didn’t
want you to feel…threatened…or that I needed a phallus to
She moves to her elbow and
looks down at me. She starts to stroke my hair that’s laying
across the comforter.
"You know, in the end,
it wasn’t the phallus that did the trick," she says as
she traces my lips with her finger. I snare them and pull them
into my mouth, which makes us both moan.
She leans over and kisses me
passionately and I accept. After a few moments, I roll her
over and cover my body with hers. I just start my way down to
her neck when the sound of Francesca’s crying brings us both
to a halt.
We both turn to the clock.
Somehow we lost an hour and a half. Immediately I remember how
it happened and I smile.
"Duty calls," I
"You stay," she
says as she squeezes out from under me and gets her robe from
behind the door.
After she leaves I don my
robe too. I settle myself back on the headboard with a few
pillows as she return with Francesca in her arms.
As she hands our daughter
over to me she asks, "Can I get you anything?"
before she caresses my face.
I look up at her for a
moment. She could have anyone – male or female – that she
wants in this world, but she’s here. I wonder for a moment
if being knee deep in a maternal world is really what she
wants, or deserves.
"I know this isn’t
the romantic escapades we imagined before the Bauer B-B-Q, is
it?" I ask her.
"No," she replies
quickly. But then she adds, "It’s better."
Again, her smile is
contagious, but more than that…it’s genuine. She doesn’t
need to say more. I know…She wants to be here with us.
Sweetie," I tell her as Francesca settles against my
She leans down and kisses my
forehead – it’s a slow, delicate kiss, one that’s filled
with total love and devotion that I can feel in my very soul.