Diana was impressed by the lengths the staff had gone to to decorate Cherryhill Manor for Christmas. Not only was the front lawn twinkling with an impressive display of tasteful lights, but the entryway itself contained no less than four Christmas trees. The pine boughs sparkled in all their multicolored glory as Diana walked across the red runner that covered the marble floor. When she inhaled, the pine scent took her back to Christmases of her childhood, which had always, without fail, included a real tree.
Christmas music carried through the air, faint and twinkly as Diana headed to the reception area.
“Welcome, Diana,” said the woman behind the big wooden front desk, which was draped in red velvet ribbon. “Please, help yourself to a sugar cookie while I check you in.”
Diana brushed back a few wisps of dark brown hair that had fallen out of her low, loose braid. She happily munched on one of the cookies from the platter on the desk, realizing these were not store-bought cookies like the ones she had brought to the work party the week before.
She blushed thinking about how no one had touched her cookies, how they’d fallen to the wayside while everyone enjoyed each other’s homemade dishes. Diana didn’t understand how people managed to pull it off. When did they find the time? When did they find the brain power?
“You’ll be staying in room eight,” said the receptionist, reaching for a key from a box behind her. “Let me call Parker to show you to your room.”
“Oh, that’s okay,” said Diana, waving her off. “I’ve only got one bag. Thank you, though. If you could just point me in the right direction?”
“Certainly. It’s just up the stairs, to the right, and it’s the first door you’ll come to. Enjoy your stay at Cherryhill, and please let us know if you need anything. We have a special Christmas Eve brunch tomorrow morning at 10:00, so be sure not to miss that.”
Diana took another cookie as she went up to her room, eyes admiring the intricately carved stair banister. The manor was really quite beautiful, even more impressive than the pictures she’d seen online. The stone walls were lined with antique portraits, nestled against green pine branches that Diana presumed were added just for the holiday season.
She got to her room and slid the key into the lock. When was the last time, if ever, that she had used an actual key to open a hotel room?
But when she realized the key was stuck, she understood why.
Diana wiggled the key a bit and tried again, but to no avail.
She was about to turn around and head back to reception when the door beside her opened.
“Did yours get stuck too?”
Diana turned to look at the man standing in the hallway. He was about six foot tall with thick, wavy hair and a closely shaved beard. His green flannel shirt and jeans made him look ready to go chop down a Christmas tree.
“Here,” he said. “May I?”
Diana nodded. “Feel free.”
“The trick is to pull it out just a little bit as you turn it.” The lock finally clicked. “There you go.”
Diana pushed open the door to her room and turned to face the stranger. “Thank you.”
“No problem.”
The man hesitated, and Diana thought she saw his lips twitch, as though holding back from speaking.
“Anyway, thanks again,” she said quickly, bringing her bag into the room. “See you.”
“See you. And Merry Christmas.”
Once inside, Diana locked the door and surveyed her room. It was classically styled, with a four-poster bed draped in lush red fabric. The large window overlooked the back lawn, which was blanketed in fresh snow.
Diana walked over the large, ornate rug covering the floor and tossed her bag onto the bed. She hadn’t packed much. There had been no reason to. It was perhaps a little strange, yes, that Diana wasn’t from out of town. In fact, she only lived fifteen minutes away from Cherryhill Manor.
But she needed a break this year. She didn’t feel like decorating for Christmas when she lived alone and wouldn’t be spending the holidays with anybody. After her father had passed away two years ago and her sister had moved across the world, it seemed like Christmas would never be the same.
That night, Diana took a long, hot bath while watching “The Santa Clause” on her laptop. She sipped some wine and settled into the warm water. This was perfect. This was far more enjoyable than sitting around her house, devoid of any Christmas cheer.
The staff had left a plate of sugar cookies on the vanity, which Diana snacked on in between sips of wine. How long had it been since she’d felt so relaxed? There were no work projects to worry about. There were no neighbors offering to help her hang Christmas lights, which Diana knew was both a friendly gesture and also a subtle plea for her to blend in to the most festive and well-decorated street in the country.
The next morning, Diana walked into the small dining room, her stomach rumbling at the smell of bacon and coffee. She was only the second person there, and she realized as he turned around that it was her next-door neighbor who was the first.
“Good morning!” he said, giving her a wave. “Care to join me?”
Diana looked around like he might be talking to someone else. “Sure,” she said finally. “Let me just grab some coffee first.”
The brunch was served buffet style, with carafes of coffee and juice, with the option of champagne. Huge platters offered up crispy bacon, pancakes, and eggs, along with fresh cut fruit. Christmas music played through the speakers, and when Diana looked out over the huge window above the buffet, she saw that the snow had picked up again. It was coming down in slow, fat flakes.
“Hope you don’t think I’m a pain,” said the man, as Diana sat down across from him. “I’m Liam, by the way.”
Diana introduced herself. “Not a pain! I’m not here with anybody. So it’s kind of… nice.” She sipped her coffee. “To have company for brunch.”
Liam brought a forkful of pancake to his mouth. “Same,” he said. “It’s just me. I’m passing through on a country-wide road trip and decided to stay in one place for Christmas.”
Diana’s gray-blue eyes looked at him with great interest. “A road trip? Sounds fun. Where did you start?”
“Portland, Oregon. And the end stop is Portland, Maine. I’ve got a converted van. It’s nice, don’t get me wrong. But for the holidays, I figured I’d settle in somewhere.”
“Well, you picked the perfect place. It’s like Christmas central here.” Diana chewed her bacon. “But wow, that’s bold of you, though. I’m jealous. I could never do something like that.”
She meant it, too. She had never done anything so brave or wild. When she thought about it, her life was pretty stale. Diana couldn’t remember when exactly her life had become all about work, but that was the reality these days.
“So where are you from?” asked Liam, leaning back comfortably in his chair. He was wearing a gray crew neck sweatshirt, and his hair was coifed perfectly into styled waves.
Struck suddenly by how painfully handsome this man was, she ran her hands self-consciously over her hair, hoping that the bubbles from last night’s bath hadn’t dried out the ends too much.
“I’m actually a local,” she admitted. “I don’t have family in the area and didn’t feel like decorating for Christmas. But I’m not a total grinch, so I decided to come here for a bit of cheer.”
Liam grinned. His amber brown eyes held Diana’s gaze. “So does this mean I can convince you to join me in the caroling event tonight?”
Diana held back a laugh of surprise. She couldn’t picture this cool, cross-country-traveling guy participating in something as cheesy as caroling at Cherryhill Manor.
But for some reason, whether it was because of Liam’s charming smile or just the Christmas spirit, Diana said yes.
**
It was the best Christmas Eve Diana had had in a long time. All of the guests at Cherryhill got together and sang carols out on the back lawn while roasting chestnuts over top of the fire. It was a scene made picturesque thanks to the thick layer of snow and the icicle lights hanging from the roof.
“I heard there’s ‘adult’ eggnog,” said Liam, wiggling his eyebrows at Diana.
She laughed, exhaling a cloud of breath against the cold air. “PLEASE point me in that direction.”
The two of them each got a generous helping of spiced, boozy eggnog and then headed back to the fire to warm their hands.
“Wow,” said Diana, half-coughing as she took her first sip. “That’s strong.”
“I like it.” Liam drank, licked his lips, and then smiled at her. His nose was tinged pink from the cold. “I didn’t think I’d meet someone like you here. I was fully prepared to be the only guest here for Christmas, aside from maybe one ninety-year-old couple.” Liam laughed. “I’m pleasantly surprised.”
The brandy was making Diana feel warm and tingly, and Liam’s earnest words were also doing the trick. “Same,” she said, wiggling her fingers over top of the fire. “I was prepared to be lonely, to be honest. But I thought, ‘hey, at least let me be lonely with breakfast.’”
“Life on the road is lonely too. I like to be alone, but there’s a difference between loneliness and being on your own. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t crave company sometimes. I was going through the desert last month and saw the most amazing sunset ever. It looked unreal. And I thought, ‘damn, I wish I had someone here to see it with me.’” Liam looked down into the fire, the flames making shadows dance over his face.
Diana wanted to run her fingers across his scruffy beard and through his hair. She sipped her eggnog and thought about how long it had been since she’d even cuddled someone. Or had a hug other than bidding farewell to one of her girlfriends after a rare dinner date.
Sad. That’s what it was.
“I’m a workaholic, I guess,” Diana finally admitted, taking a long drink from the red and green paper cup in her hands. “And of course, I ended up hitting a wall. I got burnt out. So I decided to take some time off for Christmas, to recover. It’s so rare that I take any time off, even for just a day. But this felt… necessary.”
Liam frowned. “What do you do?”
“Project Manager. It’s not even worth explaining, to be honest. It’s a lot of work. And somehow, it’s become my whole life.” She finally looked over at Liam. “That’s why I feel so jealous of you and your road trip. I think I missed the chance to do anything like that.”
“Nope.” Liam was adamantly shaking his head. “No, you didn’t. You can still do whatever you want to do. I’m a firm believer in seizing the day and doing what makes you happy. Whatever that looks like.”
Diana bit her bottom lip. She didn’t know what made her happy. That was the problem.
“Oh god,” said Liam, looking over in horror to see that Diana’s eyes were shining with tears. “Shit, I wasn’t trying to be so sappy. It’s Christmas Eve, and I’m over here making things sad. I’m sorry, Diana.”
She sniffed and laughed, turning around briefly so Liam couldn’t see her wiping her nose. “It’s fine, it’s fine. It’s the eggnog. Brandy, uh, makes me… weepy.”
“Wow!” Liam laughed through his words. “Brandy makes you–okay, that’s a new one!”
Diana rolled her eyes, but she had a reluctant smile on her face as she spoke. “I’m going inside. It’s way too cold.”
“Yes, and Santa won’t come if he sees that we’re not in bed,” Liam said, and his hand gently touched Diana’s lower back as they headed inside.
Up on the second floor, Diana and Liam stood outside of their rooms, leaning against the doors.
“So,” said Liam, his hands jingling the key in his hand. “Are you calling it a night?”
Diana looked at her own room key and then back at Liam. Her heart was pounding in her ears, and she felt a rush of heat flood her body. “Um, maybe.”
Liam nodded. “Yeah, good idea. It’s late. It’s–” he looked at his watch–“yeah, it’s 9:13.”
A small laugh sputtered out past Diana’s lips. “See you tomorrow for breakfast?”
“Sounds good.”
Diana hated the disappointment that was visible on Liam’s face, and even more than that, she hated the disappointment she felt herself.
When she was back inside her room, Diana tossed her coat onto a chair and flopped onto the bed. She stared up at the ceiling and listened to the faint sound of laughter coming up from the back lawn, where a few stragglers were still milling about.
Diana poured herself a big glass of wine and crawled underneath the duvet. She powered up her laptop, prepared to watch “Home Alone” until she fell asleep, or the bottle was empty, whichever came first.
But she couldn’t focus on the movie. She drank her wine and thought about Liam in the room right beside hers, which felt almost like fate. The more she thought about it, the more frustrated she became. They could be kissing right now. They could be spending Christmas Eve together. There was no reason why they should have to be divided by a wall instead of enjoying the holiday with one another.
When Diana got up from the bed, the wine went straight to her head. She dizzily walked over to the door, grabbing her keys along the way.
She knocked on Liam’s door before she could change her mind.
He answered almost immediately, looking surprised as he saw Diana leaning up against the door jamb.
“Hey!” he said, eyebrows raised. “I thought you’d be asleep.”
“No,” said Diana, a little more forcefully than she intended. “Oh, I like your Santa pajama pants. Shit, I didn’t wake you, did I?”
Liam stepped back and stretched out his arm, welcoming her. “Nope. Do you want to come in?”
Diana’s bare feet padded over the rug in Liam’s room, which was laid out similar to hers but in a different design. The bed was a deep blue, with golden accents, and when Diana breathed in, she could smell the rich, mahogany scent of Liam’s cologne still lingering in the air.
“You’re good?” said Liam, reaching out a hand to help steady Diana as she swayed on the spot. “Come here. Sit down.”
When Diana was perched on the edge of his bed, Liam sat beside her. From seemingly out of nowhere, he pulled out a bottle of water and handed it to Diana.
After taking a few restorative gulps, she sighed happily. “Thank you.”
“For what?” asked Liam.
“For…the water,” said Diana, holding back from saying what she really wanted to say, which was, “Thank you for being my neighbor. Thank you for opening your door. Thank you for seeing me. And yes, thank you for this much-needed water.”
Liam scooted up the bed and grabbed his laptop from the nightstand. “I was just about to put on “Die Hard”.”
“That’s not a Christmas movie.”
“Okay, shh, you’re just drunk,” Liam said through his dry laughter.
They laid next to each other, not touching, staring at the computer screen. Only a few minutes in, Diana reached out and pushed the space bar of Liam’s laptop, pausing the movie.
When Liam looked at her, the expression on his face had changed. His eyes looked heavy-lidded as they stared into Diana’s gaze. Her hair curtained her face as she rolled onto her side.
“I kind of want to kiss you,” said Diana softly. Her voice came out stuck in her throat.
One side of Liam’s lips quirked up into a smile. “I kind of want that too. But maybe not tonight, not now, while you’re tipsy. Adorable, yes, but still tipsy.”
Diana blushed. “Oh.”
“Hey,” said Liam quickly, holding up his hand to show that he meant no offense. “We could watch “Die Hard” and enjoy each other’s company. Would you like that?”
She thought about it. Part of her wanted to run back to her room and pretend like none of this had happened. But the part of her brain that was still swimming with wine and attraction and even a little coziness wanted to stay.
“Yes,” she said finally. “Let’s do that.”
**
It was dark and quiet in the room when Diana opened her eyes. She was confused for a moment about where she was until she looked over to see Liam lying on his back, the covers tucked up to his chin.
When Diana looked down at herself, she realized that Liam had covered her up with a thick velvet throw blanket. Slowly, she sat up, not wanting to disturb him. She put her feet down and searched around for her shoes before remembering she hadn’t worn any.
Oh, God. The wine, the showing up at Liam’s door unannounced, saying she wanted to kiss him.
Ugh. Diana couldn’t believe she’d been so embarrassing. She stood up and grabbed her key from the nightstand, and she was just about at the door when she heard Liam shift in the bed behind her.
“Hey,” he said, voice scratchy with sleep. “Are you alright?”
Diana turned around, hardly able to look at the shadowed outline of Liam in bed.
“Yes. I’m sorry I woke you.”
“Merry Christmas, Diana.”
Diana’s heart leapt to her throat. “Merry Christmas.”
She was halfway out the door when Liam said, louder this time, “Do you want coffee? It’s so damn early.”
Diana took a few steps toward the bed and crossed her arms self-consciously over her chest. “Um, yeah. Sure.”
Liam sat up now, trying to fix his messy hair with his fingers and failing. “Unless you like to sleep in on Christmas. Personally, I’m one of those ‘up before the sunrise’ people. Even at my big age.”
Diana chuckled. “I’m a sleeper-inner, but I will change my tradition this year. Only for the promise of caffeine.”
Liam pulled back the covers, switched on the lamp beside the bed, and got up to turn on the kettle. Diana watched as he went to his duffle bag and brought out some packets of instant coffee.
“Don’t like the selection they have here?” she asked.
“You’ll see.”
Diana sat on the foot of the bed and watched as Liam whipped up two coffees. When she sipped her drink, she realized it was peppermint flavor. Perfect for the holiday.
“So festive. It’s pretty damn good. Thank you,” said Diana, stifling a yawn. A dull ache pounded in her temples, the remnants of last night’s wine.
Liam stood in front of the window and motioned for Diana to join him. They stood side-by-side and looked out at the snowy lawn, the footprints from last night now slightly covered in a dusting of fresh white powder. In the distance, a light blue glow was slowly forming. The sun would be up soon enough.
“Sorry about last night,” said Diana, still staring straight ahead.
“No! No, don’t apologize. It was nice to have you there. Although I have to admit, you fell asleep pretty quickly.” He laughed and reached out to gently grab hold of her arm. “But hey, you’re not drunk now, are you?”
Diana turned to face him and watched as his eyes scanned hers. Her lips parted slightly as she shook her head.
“Then it’s okay if I do this?” said Liam, his fingers reaching out to gently cup her face.
“Yes.”
“And this?”
He slowly leaned in, his face tilted to the side as his lips moved dangerously close to Diana’s.
“Yes,” she whispered.
Then his mouth was on hers, and any embarrassment or worry that Diana felt for having made things awkward between them was out the window.
Because this felt nice. It felt more than nice. It felt like a huge surging of emotions rising up inside her, a warmth that just kept spreading through her whole body.
Liam held her face as he kissed her. Their lips opened up, tongues slowly sliding into each other’s mouths. Devouring. Needy.
They kept kissing as they walked backwards as one, crashing onto Liam’s bed. With Diana on her back, Liam leaned down over top of her and began to kiss her neck. She moaned underneath him, closing her eyes and letting the pleasure crash into her in waves.
Liam reached for the bottom of Diana’s sweatshirt and helped her pull it off over her head. She wore a small black bralette underneath, and Liam dipped his head to kiss the soft curves of her breasts.
“God, you are stunning,” he said quietly, his eyes lifting upwards to meet Diana’s gaze.
She watched as he pushed aside the cups of her bralette and began to roll his tongue across her sensitive pink nipples. She shivered as sensations of deep arousal traveled straight to her pussy, throbbing there.
After lavishing her breasts in so much attention that Diana wasn’t sure she could take it anymore, Liam finally began to kiss his way down her belly until he reached the waistband of her leggings. He slowly began to pull the skintight material down Diana’s thighs, leaving her in just a pair of cheeky pink panties.
“Is this still okay?” he asked, lifting his head to look up at her from between her legs.
“It’s more than okay,” she breathed in response.
Diana let out a shaky exhale as Liam pulled down her panties. She began to tremble, unable to control it as Liam breathed her in. He kissed his way down through the small patch of hair on the mound above her pussy, stopping at her entrance.
Diana moaned as Liam tongued her opening and her soft, plump lips. Her noises got louder and louder as Liam then reached her clit, splaying his tongue there as he began to massage her in slow, firm circles.
“Fuck,” she panted, lifting her head to watch it happen. “That feels… Liam…”
She collapsed back onto the bed and allowed herself to simply enjoy it. Liam was good. So good. He held her legs open and tongued her clit, applying the perfect amount of gentle pressure.
It had been so long since someone had gone down on her, and Diana had almost forgotten how incredible it could feel.
When she opened her eyes, she looked past Liam to the window, where the sky was beginning to lighten more and more. Christmas morning. Never in a million years did she think she’d be here like this, splayed out in front of a man, having her pussy pleasured by him.
Diana reached down and let her fingers run through Liam’s hair. When he started to tongue her faster, her grasp tightened, and her entire body clenched with a fresh burst of arousal.
“Liam!” she gasped. “YES!”
Fueled by her obvious enjoyment, Liam became unrelenting. He moaned happily against her clit, his hands keeping her shaky thighs spread open to give him better access to her sensitive, slick pussy.
When Diana came, she had to clasp a shaky hand over her mouth to keep from screaming. Her body pulled away from the bed, held in place only by Liam’s firm hands. Her chest heaved up and down from the force of her gasps, and the pleasure just kept rolling and rolling across her body. Diana’s toes curled. Her hands clutched desperately at Liam’s hair, then the air, then the tangled bed sheets.
After the strongest waves of her orgasm had subsided, Diana sat up on her forearms and stared dreamily down at Liam as he stood up with a huge grin on his face.
She was about to make a cheeky comment about getting an orgasm for Christmas, but her voice was silenced as she watched Liam undress. His cute, unassuming pajamas fell to the floor, revealing a slender, slightly hairy torso and a cock that was already rock hard.
Diana’s eyes widened as she took in the size of it. It was both long and thick, with a slight upward curve.
“That’s…” Diana trailed off, rolling over onto all fours.
Liam chuckled. “If it’s too much, we can–“
“No.” Diana shook her head as she lined up her mouth to the thick, drooling head of his cock. “No, it’s perfect.”
She slowly lapped up the glistening drops of precum from Liam’s cock, and then began to work her mouth as far down the shaft as she could go. Her lips were stretched wide to accommodate his size.
Diana pulled back, letting Liam’s length pop out of her mouth for a moment. She began to drag her tongue down each side of his shaft as her hand stroked him.
“Yes,” Liam hissed under his breath. “Diana, that feels so good. Oh fuck.”
He was watching her, his face twisted up with tense pleasure, as she started to suck him again. This time, she didn’t hold back. She wanted to make him feel just as good as he had done for her.
Diana bobbed her head, gagging softly as she took as much of Liam’s cock into her mouth as she could. Drool began to form at the corners of her lips as she lowered her mouth across the thick length of him. She loved his sounds–soft, shuddering moans and deep growls that made Diana’s pussy throb.
When Liam finally pulled her face off of his cock, he lifted her chin and stared down at her with eyes that twinkled with a fiery desire.
“How does some Christmas sex sound?” he asked, and there was that adorable, charming smile again.
“It sounds amazing.”
Liam wrapped his arm under Diana’s back and helped move her up the bed. He kissed her again, while his hand guided his cock against her pussy.
“You’re so wet,” he muttered, dragging his thick head over her slick opening.
Diana swallowed, the anticipation rushing through her.
Liam slowly slid inside her pussy, inch by thick inch. They stared into each other’s eyes as he did so, Diana’s pussy stretching out around his cock.
“How is that?” asked Liam.
“It feels so good.”
Once Liam was entirely enveloped by Diana’s wetness, he sat back and started to fuck her in deep, slow strokes. Her pussy quickly softened for him, opening up as it got used to Liam’s size.
Diana watched his body move in the dim light, his jaw set as he fucked her. His gaze wandered between Diana’s face and his own cock as it moved faster and harder now, past the soft lips of her pussy.
Liam fell on top of Diana, their faces an inch apart. Diana wrapped her arms and legs around Liam’s body as he pumped into her, both of them relishing in the wet sound coming from between her thighs.
“You’re so tight,” Liam said, his voice strained now.
Diana smiled at him, although her expression quickly dissolved into a slack-jawed look of pleasure. Her eyebrows were pulled together, desperate eyes focused on Liam.
“Liam,” she gasped. “Fuck, that feels good.”
Liam grinded into her, deep and intense. When he brought his lips to Diana’s mouth, the kiss was broken off almost instantly as Diana arched her head back and let out a long groan.
“FUCK!” she cried, no longer self-conscious about her volume. She couldn’t control it anymore. Her body felt like it was floating or perhaps sinking into a thick, all-consuming snow drift.
“I am so close,” Liam gritted out, right into Diana’s ear.
“Yes, cum for me! Cum for me, Liam.”
Diana’s limbs were still wrapped around him as he sank deep inside her one last time, his cock twitching as he finally gave into his climax. Liam groaned, his eyes closed tight, as he came, filling Diana with a warm, thick gush of cum.
They stayed connected for several minutes, Liam’s body breathless and heavy on Diana’s as he softened inside of her. When he pulled out, he rolled onto the bed and instantly onto his side to give Diana a kiss.
“Merry Christmas,” he said, softly brushing her cheek.
Diana’s heart fluttered. “A very merry Christmas.”
Liam turned on “A Christmas Story” on his laptop and the two of them lay together, naked, and sipped their coffees. The scene was cozier than any Christmas Diana had had in recent memory.
When they headed down for breakfast, the dining room was abuzz. Everyone looked so happy and smiley as they loaded up their plates with stacks of food. Christmas music was playing throughout the entire area, classic songs of holidays past.
Liam and Diana ate together beside the big back window. The snow had returned, although only coming down in a light flurry. But it seemed like the wind had picked up, blowing the snow around in a cloud of white.
“When do you leave, by the way?” asked Diana. “I check out tomorrow.”
“Same.” Liam stirred the spoon in his cup of coffee. He smiled, understanding what Diana did–they had the whole holiday before them.
“Merry Christmas, guys!” came a cheerful voice beside their table. The receptionist who had checked Diana in was holding out two small paper fliers. “There is a cookie decorating contest this afternoon at 2 o’clock here in the dining room. Hope to see you there.”
Liam and Diana looked at each other with skeptical looks on their face.
“I was okay with the caroling,” said Liam. “But I might have to draw the line at cookie decorating.”
Diana snorted. “That’s fair. It’s a little Hallmark. What should we do instead?”
Liam leaned in and outstretched his hand. Diana put hers in his. “I could show you my camper van.”
Diana’s eyebrows sprang up. “I would love that!”
They bundled up in their winter coats and headed to the parking lot, where Liam’s big white van was parked in the farthest corner. Diana watched eagerly as Liam opened the side door, revealing an area so spacious and well-organized that it surprised her.
“I didn’t think it would be this tall,” she said. “You can actually stand up in here.”
“Yeah! It’s not a bad setup. AND–” Liam walked over to a wooden cabinet, lifted a lid, and flipped a switch — “it’s got a great heating system.”
Diana sat on the bed, looking at the rows of books that were tucked up in a shelf above her head. A set of small plants acted as bookends, the skinny green vines trailing down so that they almost touched the pillows.
“Mmm, it’s actually so cozy in here,” moaned Diana, laying down now, with her feet dangling off the edge.
“You have no business looking this good in my van,” said Liam, leaning over top of her to give her a kiss.
But Diana had other plans, taking Liam by the coat collar and pulling him in against her. She kicked off her boots, and Liam followed suit.
“I don’t know if I’ve ever had sex in a van before,” Diana giggled, as she and Liam hurried to get out of their coats.
Liam pulled down Diana’s pants and ran his fingers over the thin material of her underwear, teasing her clit as Diana relaxed against his pillows. She still wore a toboggan on her head, her brown hair splayed out around her face.
When Liam slid down her panties, he drew a sharp breath when he felt how wet Diana was. His fingers explored the entrance of her pussy, finding her sticky and warm.
He pushed two fingers inside of her, moving them like quotation marks saying, “come here.” Diana’s mouth fell open as Liam worked her pussy, deep and slowly.
“Harder,” she gasped, her hips rolling up towards Liam’s hand.
Liam pumped his fingers hard and fast into Diana’s pussy, curving them upwards as her body tightened in response. Her thighs shook from the force of Liam’s hand fucking her pussy with such intensity.
She let out a wild, guttural groan, and almost instantly, a huge gush of liquid came spraying out from her between her legs. She looked down, shocked that she had squirted for the first time.
“FUuUUUUuCK!” she said, her voice shaky and high as the pleasure continued to thrum through her.
“Holy shit, you’re tight,” said Liam, not letting up once. His fingers continued to work Diana’s soaked pussy, pumping hard, until her body had finally relaxed.
When he withdrew his hand, Liam looked in awe at the dark puddle that had formed underneath her.
“I have never done that before,” Diana said. Her eyes were wide as she looked down to watch a trickle of liquid run along the crease between her thigh and her hip. “That was crazy.”
“Mmm,” Liam hummed happily. “I love that.”
He pulled out his cock and got in between Diana’s legs once more, already throbbing hard for her. He sank into her pussy and immediately began to fuck her with deep, hard thrusts.
Diana’s eyes fluttered in her head as a fresh wave of pleasure was stirred up inside her. This was bliss. This was a feeling she hadn’t experienced in God knows how long. Her body was so responsive to Liam, to every stroke of his cock, to every grip of his fingers. When he lowered his face down to kiss her, it was electric every single time.
Liam pushed Diana’s legs up and back, giving himself a perfect view of her pussy. It was still glistening with juices, and the sight of it sent Liam over the edge himself.
“Fuuuck, Diana,” he moaned. His face was tight, jaw set, as he came once more. He sank deep into her one last time, filling her with more cum as his chest heaved from his ragged, frantic breathing.
Afterwards, they lay next to each other in the van, the blankets soaked beneath them. It was chilly, although the space was slowly warming up from the heater and the friction of their bodies.
“We made a huge mess,” said Diana, laughing softly as she felt a small stream of cum seep out from between her thighs. “Sorry.”
“Pft, it was one hundred percent worth it.”
Outside, the sound of two people singing “Jingle Bells” came through into the van. Diana felt a warmth spreading over her.
It was Christmas, and she wasn’t alone. She would likely never see Liam again, but that was okay. It felt like they were meant to find each other for the holiday, and that was enough.
“Come on,” Diana finally said, sitting upright. “Let’s go find some cookies and see if there’s more eggnog somewhere.”
Liam’s face lit up.
“And THEN,” Diana continued as she pulled her pants back up, “I was going to have a Christmas bath, if you’d like to join me.”
“What does a Christmas bath entail? Will there be decorations?”
“Hmm, no, but there will be a naked woman and bubbles.”
Liam was already reaching for both of their coats. “Done. Let’s go.”
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