The Candy Cane

    She stumbled down the stairs, rubbing the bleariness from her eyes. She had awakened in the middle of the night to find Oded not in bed with her. Then she had heard rustling noises downstairs and wondered what he was up to. It was a few days before Christmas, and she debated on whether to check out the situation. Maybe he was wrapping something for her. On the other hand, maybe he was getting into things that he shouldn’t. He had been awfully curious. Then she had heard the hallway closet door open. She had recognized it from the squeaky hinges that neither of them ever got around to oiling. “Oh, shit,” she had mumbled to herself, and had gotten out of bed, quickly slipping on one of his large button down shirts.
     She didn’t bother to sneak down the stairs. She could still hear him digging into the mess inside the closet, looking for his Christmas presents that she had hidden in there. He wouldn’t be able to hear her, and the hallway was around the corner. She walked across the living room, getting more irritated with him as she went.
     She peeked around the corner to see the closet door wide open. Oded was on his hands and knees, their hanging coats concealing his head and shoulders. He was only wearing his pajama bottoms, and the soft flannel material hugged his muscular ass. However it only momentarily distracted her.
     He was still searching through the pile of shoes, her potting supplies, and assorted junk that they never had the heart to throw out. They were both packrats. Then she heard the crackle of the paper shopping bags that held his unwrapped presents, and her ire got up.
     She walked around the corner and came up directly behind him. She stood there with her arms folded, then said loudly, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
     Oded shot up like a rocket, knocking some of the coats off their hangers with a jangle. He spun around, a look of shock on his face. He held a foot long candy cane in one hand. The other hand was laid across his bare chest, perhaps to keep his heart from leaping out.
     “Jesus, babe, you scared the shit out of me!” he exclaimed. Then he looked down at what he had in his hand, and cast a guilty look at her. He glanced at her furrowed brow and frown and gave her his megawatt smile, hoping to cool her off. It didn’t work. Her lips were getting thinner and thinner. Not a good sign.
     “Damn it, ‘Ded, you’re ruining all my fun,” she said. “This is our first Christmas together, and I had a lot of things planned.”
     His smile faded a little, and he started to get defensive. “Well, you’ve been teasing me all week with your big plan. What do you expect?”
     That dampened her irritation a little. Maybe she had been rubbing it in a little too much. But she had been having so much fun! It was really hard for her to stay mad at him, and the scared look on his face had been really priceless. But she tried to keep up the act anyway.
     “What, you can’t control your own actions? It’s my fault that you dug into your presents?”
     He picked up on her emotions, mentally wiping the sweat from his forehead. Maybe he would get out of this alive after all.
     “Sure!” he replied, once again giving her that smile that brought out his dimples, the one that he knew she couldn’t resist. She kept the frown on her face, but with difficulty.
     “I stayed out of the presents you got me,” she retorted.
     Oded raised an eyebrow. “That’s because I’m more organized than you. I had mine wrapped two weeks ago.”
     One corner of her mouth slowly turned up. She quickly bit her lip to keep her frown going. It wasn’t working very well.
     His chestnut eyes grew intense as he noticed for the first time that she was wearing nothing but his shirt. It came almost to her knees, leaving her long legs exposed. In her hurry to catch him in the act she had buttoned it wrong. He couldn’t help but smile. He decided to grovel. Groveling always worked. He took a step toward her.
     “So, what can I do to make it up to you?” he asked, admiring her body unabashedly.
     Now it was her turn to raise an eyebrow at him. “You think you can get off that easy, buddy?”
     He shrugged charmingly, a boyish smile on his face. Damn, she just couldn’t stay mad at him! He knew her entirely too well, and used it frequently to get himself out of trouble.
     He closed the distance between them and slid his arms around her, one hand still clutching the candy cane. He had just won the battle. She snaked her own arms around him, feeling his bare skin and resting her head on his chest. She ran her hands up and down his back, enjoying the feel of her man.
     Oded pulled back, releasing her from his grip, and looked at her with that innocent smile still on his face. “Am I forgiven?” he asked.
     “Maybe,” she replied. She decided to milk it for all it was worth. Two could play at this game.
     He glanced down the candy cane, then up at her. His smile turned mischievous and his dark eyes began to smolder. Her knees always seemed to give out on her when he looked at her like that.
     He wrapped his arms around her again and drew her to him. He pressed his lips against hers, then slipped his soft tongue into her mouth. He stroked her tongue with his and flicked it across her teeth, enjoying their smoothness. He slowly backed them up, making their way back into the living room. He stopped in front of the Christmas tree. The lights were still on, and they bathed the room in rainbow colors.
     He broke the kiss and brought his hands around to the front, one still holding the cane. He placed a kiss in the hollow of her throat. Then he undid the top button of her shirt and placed a kiss on the skin he had just exposed. Another button, another kiss. Another button, another kiss. She tangled her fingers in his collar-length mass of hair, enjoying its silky texture. His beard stubble raked across her skin as he pressed his warm lips to her body, giving her goose bumps.
     When the shirt was all unbuttoned, he stood back up, pushed it off her shoulders and carelessly flung it onto the couch. He kissed her again, pressing his hard body against her soft one. She could feel his growing erection against her, and her body temperature seemed to shoot up ten degrees. He slowly bent down, signaling her to follow him. She lowered herself to the floor and laid back, never breaking their kiss. He laid his upper body on top of her. She relished the weight and warmth of him, the reality of him.
     Oded reluctantly broke the kiss again, then kissed her chin, her throat, working his way down to her breasts, where he enveloped each of her nipples in turn with his moist mouth. He alternately pirouetted his tongue around them and drew them fully into his mouth, creating an almost painful suction. They quickly arose to the attention. He swept his free hand up and down her body, lightly touching her breasts, her sides, her stomach, her arms, her thighs. Her entire body began to throb in rhythm with her heartbeat. He really knew how to turn her on, what her weak points were. He pressed his erection against her with his hips in seemingly perfect rhythm with her heartbeat. Their breathing began to speed up.
     He broke contact with her breasts and continued down her body, trailing his warm tongue down her center to her bellybutton, where he stopped to encircle it a few times, then dip his tongue in, sealing it with a kiss. She was now clutching handfuls of his hair, her toes curling involuntarily. He looked up at her and caught her eyes with his own, their chestnut color seeming to be on fire. He smiled slyly, then deftly slipped his hand between her legs, urging them open. She obliged him.
     He slowly worked his way further down, stopping to place soft kisses on the points of her hips. Then he rested his body between her legs and began caressing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs with his lips and tongue. He meandered slowly up, stopping when he encountered her mass of pubic hair, gently stroking and tickling until the tiny muscles began to tremble. Oded heard her exhale with a groan.
     The sound of crackling plastic brought her out of her haze. She looked down to see him taking the wrapper off the candy cane. Her eyes widened and her smile grew.
     “Uh, Oded, what are you planning on doing with that?” He didn’t respond, just gazed up and gave her that sly smile again. She continued.
     “You know, you’ve been awfully adventurous ever since you turned 30. What’s this all about?”
     He chuckled deeply, his breath warming her inner thigh. “I decided to live my life dangerously.” He paused. “Actually, I was really straight-laced before I met you. You’ve corrupted me.” He went back to placing soft kisses on her skin.
     “Damn,” she replied, and laid her head back down. He chuckled again, intentionally scraping his beard stubble across where he had just kissed.
     Then she heard him move, and felt the tip of the candy cane press against her skin. He slipped it into her and began to create a wonderful friction. She inhaled deeply as he went back to tantalizing her inner thighs, trailing his tongue up and down, lightly nipping here and there. His daring and carefree attitude, along with the multiple sensations, was enough to do her in. She felt the muscles inside of her flutter as her orgasm began to build. She tried to grip the carpet to hang on. Her breath quickened to where she couldn’t catch up with it. She could feel her heat slowly melt the candy. She bit her lip, trying to keep her climax under control.
     Just when she thought she couldn’t hold on much longer, he gently withdrew the candy cane. She felt him work his way further up her inner thigh with kisses, then an excruciating pause, then his penetration of her with his warm soft tongue. He placed his hands on her hips, steadying her. An inhalation of air caught in her throat as he stroked her and his breath sent cold gusts across her wetness. Then he began to fondle her clitoris with the point of his tongue, sending jolts of electricity through her body. Before she could even think of holding it back, her orgasm overtook her body.
     “Oh my, god!” she cried just before her climax locked her breath in her lungs. She thrust her hips toward him, giving him further access. He extended her orgasm by thrusting his tongue into her, mimicking what he wanted to do to her with the rest of his body. Her muscles froze, clenching, as the sensation washed over her body in waves.
     When it finally released her, Oded drew back, stopping to place a kiss in the center of her. Then he quickly shed his pajama bottoms. His eagerness to make love to her was evident. He slowly meandered his way up her body, trailing kisses along the way with his moist lips, not giving her a chance to recuperate. She quickly wrapped her arms around him, caressing his back and shoulders, feeling his muscles flex and glide under his soft skin.
     He kissed her throat, her chin, finally her mouth, showing her his passion with the force of it. He thrust his body against hers, straining. She could taste her own musky flavor in his mouth, along with the sweetness of the candy. It was enough to bring her ready again. Then he broke the kiss and worked his way over to her ear, tugging at her lobe with his teeth, then slipping his tongue into the hollow. This was always the thing that sent her over the edge, and he knew it. She inhaled deeply between her clenched teeth, chills running all over her body until she shivered. He groaned loudly, reverberating in her ear. She ran her hands down to his clenching ass and pressed him to her even harder.
     “Make love to me, Oded,” she whispered, not being able to stand it anymore. She always ended up begging him. He quickly positioned himself between her legs. She felt him press the velvety tip of his erection against her and had an exquisite moment of anticipation, then he sank into her, filling her ache with his body. They both groaned with gratification, his bass to her soprano. She wrapped her legs around his, enveloping his entire body with her own. She relished the feel of his muscular ass as he worked.
     He dove into her warmth again and again, plunging to the hilt each time. She could hear the extent of his effort in the groans and gusty exhales that he laid in the crook of her neck. His obvious revelry in her body made her orgasm begin to rise again. She loved it when he loved her.
     She could tell his own orgasm was fast approaching as his breath began to hitch occasionally. She groped her hands up and down his body roughly, urging him on. There was no stopping either of their bodies. Their minds were just along for the ride.
     As his orgasm hit, he strove to go even deeper, straining, every muscle trembling. His tendons stood out on his neck as he clenched his teeth, an almost pained expression on his face. Her own climax met his, freezing her own body. He kept thrusting, extending the moment for as long as possible. She threw her head back as he clutched her shoulders with his large hands, holding her body still as he thrust one last time, driving his seed into her, filling her. They stayed that way, immobile, until their orgasms released them. When they did, Oded collapsed on top of her, panting heavily, matching her own racing breath.
     They stayed that way until they had recuperated, then he slowly withdrew from her, leaving her with that empty sensation again. She loved to have him inside of her. He rolled over and laid on the carpet, almost flopping back. She turned onto her side, slid an arm across his stomach, and laid her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. He brought his arm around her shoulders and brought his head up to place a brief kiss on top her head, then dropped it back again weakly.
     “Am I forgiven?” he asked. She could hear the smile in his voice. She paused for a moment.
     “I guess so. This time,” she replied.
     “Good, because that damn near killed me,” Oded shot back. She chuckled softly, placing a kiss above his heart. Then she lazily traced a circle around his bellybutton with a fingertip, running it across the trail of hairs that ran from it to his dark thatch below. She watched his abs clench, creating hills and valleys across his stomach. She heard him inhale lightly. She knew where his weaknesses were too.
     “Just don’t let it happen again,” she finished.
     “Oh?” he asked. “Well, let’s see… What other trouble can I get into?”
     She raised her head and ran her tongue across his nipple, then blew on it, watching it become rigid with the cool air. He groaned, both with desire and apprehension. He sat up, causing her to do the same. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
     “You ready to go back to bed?” he asked.
     She gave him a devious grin of her own. “’Race ya!” she replied, and quickly got to her feet, running for the stairs.
     Oded caught up to her by the time she reached the bedroom.

The end