12 Days of Steam: Day 10

I could resist a romantic story today. I’m really missing the man I love, and I hope very much that I get to see him soon. So you’ll have to indulge me… 😊

I hope you like this little bit of softness. It’s straight from the heart.

The tree was stunning. It stood in the window and Eleanor sat in front of it, as snow fell all around outside. She watched from the warmth of the room, gazing at the snowflakes that floated and appeared to land on the branches. If only she could capture real snow indoors. Eyes wide, she imagined the snowflakes gathering and falling to land on her tongue. Without realising it, she sat there, under the tree, the tip of her tongue peeking through her lips.

‘You look beautiful like that. But you look beautiful, no matter what you’re doing.’

She turned her head to see Rob leaning against the door frame, smiling. The lights on the tree twinkled like tiny stars around the dimly-lit room. As he dropped to his knees and took her hand, her heart leapt at the sight of the twinkle in his eye, too.

‘I love the way you look in this light,’ she said, crawling onto his knee and gazing up at him as she traced the edge of his open shirt collar.

‘Charming. You mean when you can’t see me properly.’ He nudged her nose with his and she chased his lips until she caught them. She enveloped his mouth with hers, gently probing the tip of his tongue with hers. When she finally released him, she gazed right into his green-grey eyes.

‘You’re so right. I can’t see you properly.’ Her heart began to beat faster, in time to the stream of kisses that he trickled down her neck and into the top of her dress. His lips hovered over the exposed, soft flesh at the top of her bra as he slowly began to peel open the fabric. In response, her fingers worked at his buttons until his shirt was loose of his jeans and her palms ran over his chest. Her body filled with warmth and her heart beat that little bit faster as she felt his thumping beneath her hand.

She laid back into the crossed legs that cradled her body as his fingers ran over her bra, undoing the front-fastening clasp and pushing away the lace.

‘Do you want to? See me properly?’ he whispered, as she arched her body to capture more of his touch, more of the tongue that ran in a figure of eight around her naked breasts.

‘Oh yes. I want to see all of you. Up close.’

He lifted her, moving her into a space in front of him. She watched, her knickers becoming damp, then more and more soaked as he removed his shirt entirely, then the rest of his clothes, piece by piece in excruciatingly and wonderful slowness which sent all her senses into sizzling tingles. Eventually, he sat there, his cock standing erect and glistening at the tip. A tiny bead of precum caught her attention and she couldn’t resist dropping her face into his lap to taste him. Her lips parted and she took more of him, until she felt her lips enclose his ridge and she felt his body stiffen before he murmured, ‘I want to see you up close, too. Come here.’

He grabbed her, sitting her on his shins as he tugged at the sides of her knickers. They gave way, falling over her hips and down her thighs with the movement of his insistent fingers. He eased her knees wide open, laying her across his legs and his hands grasping at her hips as he tilted her upwards, pulling her pussy to his face.

She gasped as his thumb rolled on her clit. He brought her to a gentle orgasm like that, keeping it alive within her as he put his lips to her folds. She cooed as his tongue entered her. She never wanted him to let her go. Not when they were like this; not ever.

But he did. He stopped lapping at her and sat her up between his legs. Her instinct never to be parted from him drew her feet around his back. ‘Up… close…’ she murmured. She never took her eyes from his. She never wanted to be away from the warmth of his body, or his tenderness, or his love. Wriggling, she positioned herself right under the branches of the tree as his calves sought her out, entwining around her buttocks.

‘I want to come closer,’ he said. His body slid a little on the floor, his legs hooking around her so that he pulled her towards him. She locked her legs around his back as their fingertips explored. He ran his thumb nail over her nipple; kissed her neck, her breast; she quivered, her body moving as close to his as she could get and trailing a fingertip over his collar bone.

She offered up her neck to his desires as she felt the tip of his cock stroke her folds, which pulsed, aroused and waiting for him. She knew she would always wait for him.

He whispered into her hair. ‘Come even closer. Here. I want you to come… here.’ His cock pressed against her entrance. She wanted to be filled by him, today and every day.

‘I want you to come, too,’ she breathed, as he slid slowly and gently inside her. She enveloped him with all she was and all she wanted to be to him as he made his beautiful bird coo with every thrust that found its way to light up her body, her heart and her soul.


Turtle Doves mate for life. We shall leave these two forever together, making love under the branches, as the snow falls softly and undisturbed, outside.

I’m sentimental sometimes… 😉

You can find Naughty and Nice on all good e-book stores.

I’ll return tomorrow with a steamy Christmas present badly in need of unwrapping…

Happy reading!

Ina x

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