Playboy On Her Christmas List

Holly stared back at him, breathless, her lipstick smeared across her face, and all it made him want to do was to kiss her again.

But this was a street.

Holly bent and retrieved her bag and then walked off towards her flat. There was a roaring sound in her ears and her heart seemed to be leaping up near her throat.

Daniel closed up the car and was soon following her to the flats.

She turned the key in the main door to the flats and clipped up the concrete steps.

She could hear his heavy footsteps coming up the steps behind her as she turned and Holly almost broke into a run.

Daniel actually did!

He had thought her cute, sweet and gorgeous these past months and had done all he could not to think of her outright as sexy.

Except she was, and seriously so.

Those heavy footsteps chasing her were thrilling and caught up with her just as she was getting her key into the door of her own flat. Holly was breathless with excitement and the rush and power of him grabbing for her almost toppled Holly as they burst in through the door.

The hall was in darkness; he could just make out some Christmas-tree lights in a room down the hall but there was no time to get to the lounge.

Daniel had no patience now.

Holly had never known anything like it. Never, in her almost twenty-nine years, had she had that simply-have-to-have-you feeling.

And Daniel had to have her.

Every obstacle he dealt with.

He hitched her lovely raven dress up.

Stockings?

No problem, he expertly removed them and then her knickers too.

And when he wanted a better view of her breasts he lowered her zipper at the back, just enough to free them.

Holly looked down at her exposed breasts, and then at her stockings and knickers lying on the hallway floor—she felt slutty and sexy. She liked it. So much so that she was pulling at his thin jumper just to reveal his stomach, and then running a hand up the heavy jeans-clad thighs, getting closer to the lovely bit in the middle. She dealt with the brass button deftly, though she broke a nail on the zipper, and then freed him. He was clearly as keen and eager as she, and Holly was so utterly ready for him she nearly forgot about condoms.

To Holly’s mind there was nothing sexy about condoms, but he changed that in an instant, for he pulled out his wallet, found one, tossed the wallet to the floor and tore the foil with his teeth.

‘Put it on,’ Daniel told her, and he started to squeeze and play with her breasts as she did just that.

She rolled it down slowly, which was quite a feat, given the way his fingers were exploring her, and she felt the jerk of impatience in her hand.

Then he said the two little words that tonight she was desperate to hear.

‘Get on.’

Gladly she did.

He bent his knees just enough that he could thrust into her and Holly’s shoulders hit the wall. She arched back at the consuming pleasure as he stabbed inside her.

Totally consumed and controlled by him, Holly was close to coming as Daniel lifted her legs even further; she wrapped them around his hips.

‘I’ve been wanting you all night.’ He told her as she wrapped her legs tighter, wiggling herself down further so he could push deeper. ‘I wanted you on sight.’