Erotic Christmas Excerpt from Elle – Insatiable: Book One
THIS EXCERPT CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY
Since Elle was spending Christmas Day with her grandmother in North Carolina and him with his relatives in New Jersey, they decided to celebrate Christmas together early, on the weekend before the holiday. It wasn’t as if they had children that would require them to stick to tradition.
The aroma of hot chocolate greeted him as he went downstairs. He found Elle in the family room, sitting in the recliner next to the Christmas tree.
She stood up when he entered. She was wearing a floor length red satin robe. She held a wrapped gift in her hands.
“Nice Christmas outfit,” Simon said.
“Oh, this is just the wrapping,” she smiled. “You get the present shortly. But first open your other gift.” She handed him the package.
He opened his gift. He smiled. “Damn, this is nice babe.”
It was a camcorder. A nice one.
“You like it?” Elle asked.
“Man, definitely. This is a really high end unit.”
“Erica, my receptionist – her husband Ben is a photographer. He recommended this one.”
“Well, he sure knew what he was talking about. Thank you baby.” Simon took Elle into his arms. Her kiss and the feel of her body beneath her robe reawaked his desire for her. After a minute he forced himself to let her go. “Okay, time for your gift,” he said, and retrieved her present from under the tree.
He watched as Elle removed the wrapping with eyes as excited as those of a child. Her eyes widened when she saw the velvet covered jewelry case. She opened it, and covered her mouth to stifle her gasp.
She looked at him with shining eyes. “Oh my God, Simon…”
“You like it?”
“Are you kidding? I’ll be right back.” She dashed off to the powder room.
While Elle was gone Simon threw a couple of logs into the fireplace. He’d just gotten the fire going when she said behind him, “So what do you think?”
He stood up and turned around. Elle was wearing her gift – diamond earrings and a matching necklace. He checked her out as she glided back into the family room in her red satin robe.
“I think you make those diamonds look really nice,” he said.
She was in his arms again, giving him her lips. He started to imagine what she’d look like wearing only diamonds.
She broke their kiss and said, “I made you hot chocolate. Go get some.”
Simon said, “The only hot chocolate I want right now is you.”
He went after he lips again, but Elle leaned away. “No baby. I made it from scratch,” she said. “None of that pour from a packet instant stuff. I want to see how you like it, okay?”
Simon gave up trying to sample Elle’s natural sweetness and went into the kitchen, following the aroma of the hot chocolate. As he poured himself a steaming mug Elle put on some music, and The Temptations classic version of Silent Night began playing softly.
Elle said, “Okay, for this beautiful gift you’ve given me, you know you’re gonna get it, right?”
“Whatever it is you want…anything.”
“You’re all I want for Christmas,” Simon said.
Elle smiled at him. She stepped next to the tree, and then released the sash encircling her trim waist. As he watched, she peeled her gown off her shoulders, let it drop to the carpet and stepped out of it.
Simon was glad that he hadn’t been sipping the hot chocolate at that moment, because if he had been he would have choked to death.
Elle wore a red teddy – if you could call the assemblage of lace and string laces hugging her beautiful frame a teddy. The lace was barely enough material to cover her nipples and the cleft of her sex. The strings held everything together. She wore red mules to match her outfit. The diamonds in her ears and encircling her neck twinkled along with the lights on the Christmas tree.
Simon stared at her, awed by her beauty.
Then she turned slowly around, and his heart slammed as he saw the string at the back of the teddy disappear in the cleft of her round bottom.
He sat his mug down and was across the room in an instant, wrapping his arms around her from behind. He kissed the base of her neck. His hands caressed her breasts and then slid lower, seeking out her treasure.
As Simon kissed her Elle whispered, “Do you remember the first time I was here, we were in the pool and you said that one day you wanted me in a different way?” By way of reminder she pressed her bottom back against him, grinding her ass against his throbbing manhood.
“I remember,” he said into her neck.
“Now,” she breathed.
Monmouth Beach, New Jersey
Late Saturday Morning
“I just want you to know Simon, that when you hear that I’m in prison that the reason is because I killed Erica.”
They were back in bed, recovering from their exploration of new sexual territory.
“Okay, you lost me there,” Simon said.
“Erica is into this pain for pleasure thing,” Elle said. “She’s been telling me how good sex can be if it hurts a little bit. She told me that when she has anal sex with Ben, she likes that it hurts a little as well as feels good – that it makes her come every time, and very quickly. She says she has multiple orgasms from getting it up the booty.”
“So why are you going to kill her?”
“Because I don’t know what her husband is working with, but you, you need to put a warning label on that monster of yours before you stick it up a poor girl’s ass…or at least use about a quart of K-Y. I thought I was gonna die at first.”
“Then why didn’t you say something?”
Elle laughed. “You didn’t hear me screaming?”
“You weren’t screaming.”
“Well, my ass was. But seriously, I did like it. It wasn’t the pain thing. It was that I was giving you what you wanted, even if it did hurt. Now that’s what made me come – knowing that my ass was yours to take as you pleased, just like the rest of me. I guess Erica and I have different kinds of freaks in us.”
Simon sat up and looked at her. “So what you’re saying is that it didn’t feel good to you, but that what made you come was that you were submitting?”
“Yeah, knowing that you were taking what you wanted, that did it for me. But it was nice – it did feel good after I got used to you. But I could tell.”
Elle sat up and kissed him, and then said, “I could tell that I’m going to want to do that again.”
As Simon showered, Elle soaked her beautiful bottom in his sunken Roman tub. He watched her through the glass of the shower stall, thinking that it ought to be against the law for a woman to be so gorgeous.
She had her hair pinned up for her bath, exposing her swanlike neck. Without her hair framing her face, her classic beauty was fully realized. Though Elle was in her thirties, with her face fully exposed and without any makeup, Simon could see the girl she’d once been. She was one of those women for whom it seemed that time ran at half speed, allowing her to age slower than most people. Elle’s beauty wouldn’t fade for a long time.
As she basked in the foamy bubbles, Simon imagined that this is what Cleopatra or Nefertiti must have looked like ages ago as they bathed, except that those queens were attended to by hand maidens.
He pictured Elle rising from her bath, assisted by her faithful female servants. He imagined them gently drying off her smooth skin, and then scenting her body by rubbing fragrant oils into her flesh.
In his writer’s imagination, he saw Elle growing excited by the touch of her handmaidens. They were making her hot, making her juices flow. One of them would plant a gentle kiss at the base of her neck, making her shiver and moan. And then their lips came together…
Simon realized that Elle was looking at him from the tub, smiling.
“What?” he asked.
“Do you need me to come in there?” she asked. Her eyes slid from his face down his body.
He looked down and saw his erection pointing at her.
Elle climbed out of the tub, her lithe brown body glistening with soapy water. She came to the shower door and was about to open it.
“What about your hair?” he asked. “Will it be cool for the party tonight if it gets wet?”
Elle snatched her hand from the door as if it was red hot and said, “Damn it!”
Simon laughed and stepped out of the shower to her.
After drying off, he massaged lotion into her skin. Because they were celebrating the holiday, Elle selected a fragrance called Dreamy Chocolate Mint. Simon made sure he covered every inch of her body, from her neck to her toes. He loved touching her, loved the smooth softness of her skin, the swell of her feminine curves, the heat that radiated off her in waves of pure, raw femininity.
The fragrance had him thinking about something sweet. He was thinking that Elle’s body was his candy – especially a certain part of her. He gazed down at her candy as she lay with her eyes closed, enjoying his hands. She’d shaved down there, probably so that she could wear that red teddy she had on this morning. So her plump pussy was bald, and as he worked his way from her feet back up her legs, she opened her legs to give him a better view.
Plump, sweet slices.
With a juicy center.
The curse and the benefit of being a writer was that rather than always living in the moment, his active imagination often had him visualizing the ‘what ifs’ in life. Like right now he imagined Elle’s pussy in his mouth; imagined the taste of her juices on his tongue. He imagined how her naked sex would look as his erection parted those smooth, delectable looking lips, how they would spread to accept his thickness, and pulsate around him as he sank into her sweetness up to the hilt.
Okay, fuck this massage. He wanted some candy.
He pressed his lips against the swell of her pubic mound, just above the top of her cleft. Elle sighed and pushed up against his mouth.
Yeah, she wanted it. Now that he thought about it, he remembered that he hadn’t been in Elle’s pussy today. She’d given him the gift of her ass. Nice yes, but her pussy might still need something.
He slid his tongue down, into her cleft, pausing for a moment to give her clit a quick flick.
Elle shivered and inhaled through her teeth, making a hissing sound.
“You like that?” he asked. Yeah, he knew it was a completely redundant question. But he liked to hear her express her need.
“Mmm, yes,” she sighed.
He pressed his lips against her smooth, plump candy. Elle moaned in response.
Simon lifted his face and said, “I want you to come for me. I want to drink you up. Do you want to come for me?”
“Mmm, yes baby…”
“Then say it.”
“I want to come for you,” Elle moaned.
Simon smiled and closed his mouth over Elle’s sex. He tried to eat her up.
Elle groaned and thrashed when she came. As if the intensity of her orgasm was too much to bear, she tried to move away from him, but he showed her no mercy. He gripped the cheeks of her bottom and held her trapped against his mouth as he sucked her hard, trying to drink her up for real.
But he wasn’t done with her. He wanted all of his candy, in every way.
Even as Elle shuddered and moaned through her bliss Simon rose up, gripped her feet and pushed her legs up and back, until her body was nearly folded in half with her knees on the bed on either side of her head. He positioned himself and pushed, sinking into her still convulsing pussy.
Damn, she was so wet! Usually he had to take it slow, allowing her to gradually adjust to his girth. But right now her pussy was flowing like crazy. He sank into Elle halfway on the first long, slow thrust.
Elle grabbed her own legs then, behind her knees, signaling her acceptance and her need. Simon braced himself with his hands on the bed.
“Do you want to make love?” he asked.
Elle looked up at him. Her eyes smoldered like liquid brown fire. “No,” she said.
“What do you want then?”
Through clenched teeth she said, “I want you to fuck the shit out of me.”