A Decent December (2 page)

“
Wait! Oh God, wait,” he groaned after a few minutes. He gently
swatted my hands away. “I don’t want to do that yet.”

I allowed him to loosely pin my hands above my head with one
hand as the flat of his other palm moved along the middle of my
chest, past my belly, and over my vee. My entire being responded
when his fingers grazed my clit. His thumb moved to circle the soft
mound as his fingers continued on their path, gently parting my
labia and dipping one at a time into my pussy. I cried out,
squirming against him. All of me—except my barely trapped
wrists—moved in pleasure.

Two fingers curled inside me. A low moan escaped my lips as I
bucked against him. My temperature rose with every one of his
movements. My muscles tightened around him as waves of pleasure
coursed through me. My eyelids squeezed tight and fireworks began
going off behind my eyelids. I’m sure I mumbled nonsensical things,
as was my habit when the intense pleasure of an orgasm possessed my
body. Oh God, did he give Mr. Hitachi a run for his
money!

When I finally opened my eyes, it took a moment to focus on
his beautiful face. It took me a moment longer to realize his sober
expression, a complete opposite of mine, I assumed.

“
Um, is something wrong?” I asked. A twinge
of panic landed in my gut.
Oh God, did I
make my stupid concentrating face? I bet I totally turned him
off.
“Did I make a stupid
face?”

“
No, not at all,” he answered thickly. “I just, um, have a
confession to make.”

“
Oh?” The panic in my gut intensified.

“
Well, first, I need to tell you that the walls in this
building are very thin.”

“
I know that. I can hear you singing
Papa Was a Rolling Stone
in the shower every morning.”

“
You can hear that? How embarrassing.” He smiled at me and my
panic dissipated just a touch. “Well, I can hear you, too. At
night. See, my bedroom is on the other side of this
wall.”

Stupid me, it took a few beats for me to get at what he was
saying.

“
And I hear you, at night, right between Colbert and Conan. You
drive me crazy, Nina. I hear you with your toy and I touch myself,
too. I don’t know if that’s wrong or creepy or something but I
can’t help myself.”

How embarrassing, indeed. I still can’t believe it never
occurred to me he could hear me masturbating. I mean, I heard him
singing in the shower while sitting in my kitchen table for
Chrissake. Wowsers.

“
Is that why you want to date me, Ned? Because I masturbate on
a nightly basis?”

“
No, absolutely not! I really like you, Nina. And even though
we’ve only been seeing each other for three weeks, I missed you
like crazy over these last few days. Hell, I even cut my holiday
short so I could see you sooner.”

It was true, he did tell me not to expect him home until after
New Years. “Well then, why are you telling me about your
eavesdropping now? At this exact moment, while we’re lying naked in
my bed?”

“
Well, um, I’m hoping you can introduce me to Mr.
Hitachi.”

“
You know its name?” I near shouted. Oh God, so
embarrassing!

“
Oh sure, you shout it out sometimes.”

“
Wowsers. Holy shit.” I took a deep breath.
“Wowzers.”

“
If you’re not cool with it, that’s okay,” he said quickly.
Despite the fact that only a sliver of moonlight managed to slice
through the drapes, I could clearly see his face turn deep red.
“I’m sorry, I just fucked things up, didn’t I?”

He sounded so miserable my heart went out to him. My concern
over his feelings transcended my own embarrassment.

“
No, Neddie, you didn’t fuck anything up. Honestly. Please
don’t be embarrassed. Introducing Mr. Hitachi to our lovemaking
might be fun.” And as soon as I said it, I realised it was
true.

“
Yeah?”

“
Absolutely.” Suddenly my fingers itched for the Magic Wand.
Ned moved out of the way so I could reach my bedside table. When I
pulled out the Hitachi Magic Wand, Ned’s eyes widened to
saucers.

“
Holy shit, that’s huge!”

“
Well, it doesn’t go inside me silly! It’s for my clit.” I
turned the magic wand onto the low setting and pressed it against
the inside bend of his elbow. He jumped a little and smiled. My
lips mirrored his as I slowly moved the wand between my legs. My
clit was already swollen and sensitive so when I lightly pressed
the wand to the mound, the vibrations seemed to cut through my
entire body. My lids drooped, but so did Ned’s. As my breathing
became heavy and rapid, so did his.

He jumped off the bed to retrieve his jeans. I watched him
produce a condom from the pocket, rip the wrapper open, and roll
the condom over his hard shaft. Low moans escaped my lips as he
positioned himself between my legs.

“
You should hurry,” I whispered. “This thing gets me off in
about three minutes.”

“
That works for me. I’ve been waiting for this moment for so
long, I don’t think I can last much longer than that.” He offered a
sexy wink. “Next time, I promise.”

I nodded, swallowing hard.

The sensation of Ned’s hard clock sliding deep inside me while
the vibrations of the wand did their magic was indescribable. He
filled me so completely, and it was almost like the wand helped him
touch every part of me. I could feel him in my curling toes, in the
tips of my fingers, behind my eyelids. The pleasure was so intense
I lost my grip on the wand and Ned had to take over for me. The
familiar waves of my orgasm came this time in the form of a tidal
wave or a tsunami. I shouted, I moaned, I cried out Ned’s name as
my climax shook me to the core.

“
Ned! Ned!” I screamed as my body bucked against his hard
flesh.

His body began to move more quickly, more forcefully. He
dropped Mr. Hitachi but at this point I no longer cared. I was more
concerned about my eyeballs bouncing around in my skull.

He moaned loudly as his orgasm drew near. His face screwed up
just like mine did when I was concentrating or climaxing and I
wondered how he managed to look so cute like that. His body jerked
and then jerked again. My favourite part was when he cried out my
name as he came.

His arms gave out and he landed on top of me. We listened to
the sounds of our breathing until he finally broke the
silence.

“
Can I sleep over?”

“
Why not? I assume you have a toothbrush in that duffel bag of
yours.”

Betty chose that moment to enter the bedroom and fluff her
bed, readying it for a comfortable night of sleep.

“
I sure do. Goodnight, Nina.”

“
Goodnight, Ned.”

“
Goodnight, Betty,” we both mumbled at the same time. She
answered with a loud snore, just before flopping her entire body
onto her bed.

D.C. currently lives in Toronto,
Canada. She enjoys writing about dirty sex in questionable places
but has been known to write about other subjects, on special
occasions.

D.C. is featured in MuseItHot’s
Short & Spicy line up with The Rental and the A Decent
December. Her debut novella, The Rusty Nail, was recently published
through Rebel Ink Press, she is featured in several erotic
anthologies, online magazines and writerly websites.

D.C. is obsessed with Twitter
and invites you to look her up at
@mcmillendc
, on her
e-rotica blog
or on
Facebook
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