| It was close to midnight Christmas Eve when Alex Ramos responded to his doorbell to find Hanna Mitchell waiting on his door step. His initial surprise was immediately replaced by curiosity, when she gave him a nervous smile.
A statuesque five foot eleven, Hanna Mitchell had short unevenly cropped blonde hair and a stunning smile that lit up her brown eyes. Working for the District Attorney had given Hanna several opportunities to liaise with Attorney Alex Ramos. They had mixed socially at work and fund raising functions, and their sexual awareness of each other had been noted by others. Although Alex had made it clear he was open to seeing what would develop from the obvious chemistry between them, Hanna had been reticent.
She was wearing a warm coat but her nose and cheeks were red from the stinging cold wind. Alex had only seen her in business suits with skirts that showed off her legs to perfection. The three inch heels on all her footwear gave Hanna height that would have intimidated most men, but not Alex.
Her raised eyebrows silently questioned why he hadn't invited her in.
"Doing the Christmas eve rounds?" Alex stood aside and as she silently passed him he was surrounded by her enticing perfume.
"Hmm." She murmured vaguely. He watched her body tense as she stood still, almost as if now she was inside, she wasn't sure what to do.
Taking her by the shoulders, he turned her around to face him, catching a fleeting moment of fear. Perhaps his intuition was off base. Hanna gnawed her bottom lip and Alex tried not to smile.
"Did you bring me a present?"
"Yes." She glanced around the room, and he watched as she mentally pulled herself together.
"Well sort of." Then she gave him the works. Her sultry voice became a little more deeper, her smile reached her eyes and he was dazzled by the resulting teasing gleam. "Perhaps a drink so we can sit and discuss it."
Alex turned away willing to play the game, but it would be with his rules. He was not ordinarily a champagne drinker, but made the occasional exception, and he planned to make this one of those occasions. Casting a glance over his shoulder, he was not surprised to find Hanna wandering aimlessly between the kitchen area and the living room.
Taking a dozen strawberries from the fridge, he called her to come and help. At her silent question he passed her the strawberries and asked her to hull and half them. Neither spoke as he filled his glass, placed some of the strawberry halves into the other, and then topped with champagne. Taking the rest of the strawberries he placed them in a jug and covered them with the remaining contents of the bottle. Only then did he pass her the glass of strawberries and champagne.
"To a Merry Christmas and may we all get what we want." He raised his glass and she acknowledged the toast. Passing her the champagne bottle, Alex picked up the jug with the strawberries and suggested they get more comfortable. "This way," he said taking the steps to his bedroom.
"Oh!" Hanna blinked then glanced around the room.
Taking her glass from her, he placed it next to his.
"Hanna, all good girls have to be in bed or Santa won’t come." Wanting to make sure his intuition was right, he said, "You can have your drink on the balcony and then go home to your bed, or you can stay and make yourself very comfortable in my bed." He took her by the shoulders. “Your choice. But if you come to my bed, sleep or not, Santa will come.”
"Oh dear," Hanna soft lips formed a pout. She sipped her drink, mischief filled eyes shone over the rim of the glass. “What if I can’t sleep?” Ignoring Alex’s mobile eyebrow she continued "Let me guess. A bedtime story is in the offing."
"Are you nervous because you're unsure whether you should go, or is because you're scared?" Alex asked, because while her words were confident and teasing, her body language and his gut instincts were telling him otherwise.
"A bit of both," she replied honestly.
"It's not too late to change your mind."
Hanna had been surprised when she’d first seen Alex Ramos in court. 6'6 with a solid, but muscular build, his thick dark hair was short at the back, longer at the front with an eye-catching streak of white in the lock that had been styled to casually fall over his forehead. With the most compelling grey eyes, the moustache and closely trimmed beard made him look older than 35. An extremely handsome man, she had no doubt his physicality would be overwhelming for most women, but not her.
"What happens between us privately could affect our working relationship."
"Hmm. That's true, it could. For the better or maybe for the worse. They say there are no guarantees in life Hanna, but there are some thing’s that are a certainty. If not in that bed tonight, it is going to happen and soon." He knew she saw the truth in what he said."Not dealing with the sexual frustration is also going to affect our working relationship."
"You're right." Hanna acknowledged. "It's nice to know you feel the same way," she blushed.
"Never doubt it sweetheart." Alex took one of her hands and placed it on the telltale bulge that gave credence to his words. "You had my friend's attention from day one."
Hanna emptied the wine from her glass eating one of the strawberry pieces. Picking another piece from the glass she placed it next to Alex's lips, watching him suck it from her fingers. Taking her glass he refilled it from the jug, before placing it on the side dresser.
He watched as she closed her eyes and shivered at the sensuality of having him rub a strawberry half lightly around her lips before placing it between her teeth. Opening her eyes she bit into it. She lifted her eyes to meet his and he saw the excitement. Reaching for her, he pulled her as close as he could without breaking eye contact. With the movement he became aware of a tinkling sound. Her cheap Christmas bell earrings were incongruous to Hanna’s normal style, but they were another sign of a lighter, fun side of his new business partner.
"You can say no and I'll stop, but I sure as hell hope you aren't going to." With that he softly placed his lips on hers, allowing his tongue to trace the strawberry trail. With no resistance, he turned the gentle exploration a step further by kissing her. Initially it was a sweet, but controlled kiss however; Hanna seemed to find this inadequate as she applied pressure back, forcing him to forget his intention of keeping the kisses light and gentle. She tasted sweet but he wasn't looking for dessert, he wanted Christmas dinner. A meal that no matter how full you were, you always go back for more.
Hanna reached to undo the buttons of her coat, but Alex took over. It was only when he was about to slip it from her shoulders he realised that she was wearing very little beneath it. He’d only seen pictures of women wearing suspenders and stockings and never found it arousing. Until now.
The suspenders were a part of a black teddy with large burgundy lace roses strategically placed to give enticing glimpses of her breasts and the juncture of her thighs. His cock was just about choking itself to get free, and as he placed her coat on a hanger he tried sending it messages to calm down. Unfortunately, when he turned around and saw Hannah from the back, Alex was unable to think. It was a g -string with just a large single lace rose sitting at the bottom of her spine. The rest of her back was bare except for the unexpected tattoo of a rose on her right shoulder blade.
"I thought you were more the exotic orchid type, but I myself have always preferred roses." He placed his lips against the tattoo, but instead of kissing it, he swirled his tongue over it and then gently blew on the damp skin. Hanna shivered and gave a soft moan. Grabbing some extra pillows he plumped them up against the headboard allowing her to sit and drink more comfortably. "Leave the shoes on."
Hanna wriggled back against the pillows and watched Alex light a hurricane lamp.
"My goodness I haven't seen one of those since I was a child when we went camping. Is it original?"
"Yep. My grandfather gave it to me because I used to be scared of the dark. The flickering flame provided light but allowed me to learn that moving shadows aren't all to be feared."
She took her glass from him. "Sounds like an understanding grandpa."
"Mmm." Alex wasn't capable of thinking about his grandfather at the moment. Hanna's long stockinged legs were perfectly sculptured, and damned if the roses at the top of thighs weren't looking a little dewy. He swallowed a mouthful of his own drink without tasting it and then pulled his shirt out from his jeans.
"Well let me guess. Boxers or briefs?" Hanna stopped sipping her wine. "You gave me an unfair advantage before when you bragged about your friend and let me have a grope, so it would be dishonest of me to say I guess briefs when I actually know that's what your wearing.
"You have experience in groping?"
"No. But your friend felt like he was suffering some discomfort whereas the boxers would have provided a little more room for movement." She smiled. “Haven’t let your friend get into the Christmas spirit yet, I see.” Alex’s questioning eyebrow rose. “No Santa or Christmas designs. No wonder he’s so desperate to get out and party.”
“Desperate! He doesn’t know the meaning of the word.” Alex removed his plain briefs and Hanna choked on her drink.
Alex knew that he was more endowed than most, and as a teenager had assumed it was in proportion to his physical size but the more girls and then women he dated, the more he became aware that his manhood was somewhere between 'oh my God' and 'no way'. This was the first time since his initial sexual intercourse that he hadn't worried about being too big, and he told Hanna so.
"Easy for you to say," Hanna had got over her initial shock. When he had assisted her to feel him earlier, his size had registered but not prepared her for its full extent when unrestricted. It was obvious that he was a big man with a big man. She giggled.
"Please don't laugh," Alex dramatised, "He's very sensitive to criticism. If he runs and hides it'll be all your fault so you'll be the one that goes looking for him."
Hanna laughed, but quickly put her hand over her mouth to stop herself, and then whispered, "Counsellor I think you're exaggerating. He can't hear me. He hasn't got any ears." With that she burst out laughing again, "unless he's like a hound dog and that's his ears hanging down there." She continued to giggle in between sips, watching as he opened the drawer, took out a small packet and removed the condom, leaving it on the dresser. Next to it he placed a small jar which he opened and she saw contained a lubricant.
A naked Alex sat beside her on the bed, his hound with its nose in the air. The words and laughter could have easily put its nose out of joint but her luscious body and obvious ease at what, for most woman, was something to be feared, made no dent to the ego of either the man or his appendage. When Hanna reached out and touched his arousal, she smiled and lightly stroked it.
"I think it likes me."
"You think?" Alex placed his glass on the bedside table. Hanna watched as he parted her legs and knelt between them. She expected him to remove her shoes but he didn't. Instead he lifted her legs onto his shoulders as he bent and licked her inner thighs. He heard her breathing increase and glanced up at the sound of her putting her glass down. Their eyes met and he read the expectation in hers. He didn't disappoint. His tongue ran over the lace rose before him, teasing until the subtle scent of her arousal signalled her enjoyment. With a flick of a finger the small studs parted causing the damp rose to curl up. With the lace barrier gone, he saw another tattoo, but not of a rose.
“It’s one of those cheap decal tattoos. Unlike you, I like all of me to get with the Christmas spirit. Hence the mistletoe.”
“Ah! And one must always kiss under the mistletoe.” Without hesitation his tongue lapped her love dew.
Hanna was barely aware of when he placed his hands on her hips and slid her towards him, bringing her breasts within reach of his hands. Alex sucked her clitoris and then flicked it with his tongue, and each time Hanna mewled in pleasure. He felt the pre-orgasm tensing of her body and with one hand tweaked a nipple between his fingers. Two fingers of the other hand he inserted into her vagina ensuring his thumb stroked the now fully extended clitoris. As her body jerked uncontrollably, Hanna could not hold back the resulting sobs at the intensity of her first orgasm with Alex.
His fingers maintained the rhythm of intercourse, as her body pulsated tightly around his hand. Alex kissed her as he lifted her head and placed a pillow beneath it. She tasted herself on his lips. The flickering light made the sheen of perspiration on his body glow and the dancing shadows hid his expression from her.
He undid the bow that connected the roses covering her breasts. The slight sideways movement at their release invited him to lick between them. The aureoles were larger than he had seen before but then so were her breasts. The nipples were engorged and as he flicked them with his tongue, Hanna moaned. Alex spent the next few minutes kissing Hanna lips,neck and suckling her breasts. He felt the momentary tenseness as his fingers once again entered her. Once again he brought her to a climax. Every noise, facial expression and body movement didn't escape his notice. It was like watching a dancer as every nuance was an important part of the whole dance. Hanna was not only the most responsive partner he'd ever been with, but the most appreciative, feeding his ego to give more. Satisfied that she was now physically ready, he whispered words of his own appreciation for her beauty and majesty. He spoke of the softness of her skin, the beauty of her body and the sexual excitement she roused in him just by her presence. He sucked on her ear lobe, nipped at her neck, blew softly in her ear. As he reached for the condom, she stayed his hand offering to fit it for him. Kneeling between her thighs he sat as she concentrated on enveloping his over excited cock with the rubber. Alex held it still to help, but her gentle touch through the thinly stretched cover nearly took him over the edge.
Hanna was nervous of his size but she smiled shyly at him before laying back. Taking a generous scoop of the lubricant, and almost impatiently coating the condom, Alex realised that he was no longer relaxed, but Hanna eye's held no fear, only encouragement.
Alex knew he had reached the end of his self-restraint. “It’s not that I want to rush things but my friend down there is aching with need, and I want you so bad.”
Alex wanted Hanna to be able to watch him, so he could see her reactions and adjust his movements and depth of penetration accordingly. He bent her knees, parting her thighs allowing him to kneel between them.
Only after he had let the head of his cock pick up some of her honey did he enter her. Their eyes held, and after the initial gasp, Hanna encouraged him with words and actions. He couldn’t tell from her reaction what she was feeling, but for him the friction of the tight walls that surrounded had him silently begging for release. He closed his eyes and fought to control the urge.
Hanna lifted herself to meet his next thrust.
“All of you, Alex. I need all of you.” Hanna demanded.
“Shush honey. Just relax and ...”
“Counsellor I deserve better than some half hearted effort.” She goaded.
“Half hearted?” Alex’s eyes narrowed, “Honey I don’t want to hurt you.” Nevertheless, Alex accepted the challenge and pushed a little further.
Still reticent about giving her the all of him she’d asked for, Alex increased his thrust a little at a time until her orgasm massaged his erection and he no longer had control. He was aware that they both were taking the Lords name in vain, as they came together.
He went to the ensuite and returned with a warm, damp cloth and a towel.
“We’ll have a shower shortly.”
Hanna nodded, having gotten her breathing back under control.
Looking at his cock which refused to lie down, a completely drained Alex said, “Wipe that damn smile of your face.”
“I can’t believe that you’re one of those men who talk to their penis.” Hanna chuckled.
“And how many of those men do you know?” Alex asked kissing each breast before lying down beside her.
“None, but when I find one, I’ll be sure to give him your phone number.” In response, Alex tweaked one of her nipples.
Hanna rose and removed something from the pocket of her coat. Signalling Alex to lie still, she applied a decal tattoo as close to his penis as hair would allow. Alex barely had time to recognise it as a twin to her mistletoe, before she looked up with a grin of childish delight.
“Merry Christmas Alex.”
Alex never appreciated Christmas traditions as much as seeing Hanna kissing him under the mistletoe.
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An adaptation from a scene from 'The Gathering' - Book 1 of The Electus Massachusetts series. Currently in the process of a first edit.