After the amazing sex I'd had, Christmas morning had come and I left before Dax had even woken up. I didn't even remember how I'd gotten home without a phone. I crashed onto my bed and felt the need for Dax grow between my legs again. I ignored it and decided on taking a shower, rinsing off all the evidence of the night before. The soap was soft against my skin and instantly I was taken back to last night, the way his mouth moved over my nipples. I pinched my nipples slightly and bit back a groan. The way his tongue was on my clit, dancing and tasting. My hand moved down south to my swollen heat. I wanted to stop but I couldn't, not when I imagined him doing all those things to me again. I sat on the cool floor, my legs growing weak and massaged my breasts with soap in the one hand. My other hand, aching to touch my core. I felt his hands as my own, touching and teasing. Finally I touched myself, the soap causing lubrication for my fingers to glide over my clit. I rubbed, closing my eyes and seeing Dax devour the sensitive spot. I rubbed faster and moaned slightly, arching my back as a quick release hit me. I was out of breath and turned the water off. That was enough showering for one day. I threw on an oversized shirt and leggings, deciding that there was no better way to spend Christmas alone than watching a hearty romance movie on Netflix. I put on the kettle and started making a cup hot chocolate for myself. The weather was stormy and cold, causing a stinging sensation on my bare feet. My little kitchen with marble tops was cute and clean. Plain white cupboards and grey countertops, topped off with my various appliances. I opened my laptop on the counter and slid into a stool, waiting for the kettle. Jonathan hadn't been here last night which I was grateful for. I wasn't ready to deal with his shit yet. I was still flying on a cloud called Dax. Smiling at the thought, the kettle interrupted my thinking and I put on a movie. I made myself a cup of hot chocolate and started with some pancakes. I was ready to spend the rest of my holidays laying under blankets and binge watching Netflix.

I started new job at the beginning of the new year and needed to unwind before then, especially after the Jonathan incident. I took my plate of steamy pancakes to the sofa in the lounge along with my cup and laptop. I sat down and streamed movies for what could've been for hours before a knock rang on the door. My heart suddenly jumped, who could that be? I got to the door and opened it slowly, only to have it swung wide open by Natalie who marched in. "Yeah sure, make yourself at home." I mumbled before closing it again. She was in a thick jacket with she took off, revealing a knitted jersey underneath.
"The kettle has just gone off." I said knowingly, after having almost ten cups of hot chocolates so far. Thank God I stocked up. She went to the kitchen and I went back to my spot. "I came to bring your phone and your purse back." She said, coming through and plopping herself next to me as I mumbled a thank you. She kicked off her boots and looked at me as I watched the movie. She was smiling and I closed my screen and looked at her. "Yes?"

"So, who'd you smash?" She ask and I suddenly smiled before looking at her. "It was no one really." I quickly said and she raised a brow. "Don't lie. I saw the hunk of meat that took you upstairs last night. That was definitely not nothing." She said, nudging my arm. I let out a breath, knowing she wouldn't give up. "His name is Dax and Natalie, it was the best sex I'd ever had." I said and she smiled like a proud mother. "I knew I was right." She said dramatically. "Actually, I know exactly who he is. I googled him this morning because I'd definitely seen his face somewhere and..." Before she could say anything I stopped her. "Nats, I'm going to stop you right there. I don't want to know. He was my rebound last night, that's it. The chances of us seeing each other again are zero to none, so I don't want to know because I don't really care." I said and shrugged. "Okay Emma but-"
"I don't want to hear it Natalie." I said once again and she'd gotten the message because she kept quiet. I opened the laptop again and we sat in silence watching , the movie until it ended. Natalie passed me my phone and I saw there were missed calls from Jonathan and deleted them and blocked his number immediately. I checked the socials and found nothing interesting enough to give me entertainment.

Some time later, Natalie decided she wanted to go because she needed to see her family. It was Christmas after all, which reminded me to phone my own. Once she was gone I phoned my parents, who were on a three month cruise. They picked up almost immediately. "Hey mom." I said and I heard her chuckled to a incoherent voice. "What? Oh hi sweetie. How are things?" She said but she didn't sound like she was interested. "They're fine mom. Me and Jonathan broke up, I found him cheating." She was talking to someone else. "I'm sorry to hear that honey." And the phone went dead . Bad connection I guess. I leaned back on the couch and looked at the ceiling. "This is going to be a long holiday."

***

News years Eve I'd rejected an invitation to a another party with Natalie and decided to just stay at home and watch the countdown from the TV. I baked a cake and just finished with the icing when a knock erupted from the door. I dusted the flour onto my apron and unlocked the door. There in all his glory, Dax stood proudly a smile on his handsome face. He came in, grabbing my face and kissing me with a force that made me go weak. When he pulled away I caught my breath. "How did you know where I live." I asked and he smiled. "Don't ask, just enjoy." He said softly and I put my finger on my lips before he started kissing me again. "Okay. Let me go take a shower first." I said and he smirked. "Alone." I smirked and went through to my room. I picked out a sexy pair of silk pyjamas and laid it on the bed, taking myself to my bathroom. The hot water  ran down my olive skin and I lathered myself in a berry scented scrub. When I got out, I rubbed oil over my skin, nothing wrong with feeling sexy.

When I walked out, Dax had taken off his coat, a storm was reeling in fast and had cut himself a piece of my cake. I cut myself a slice and sat next to him, delving deep into the moist chocolate cake. We sat in silence for the eating part because we both knew why he was here. "I haven't stopped thinking about you." He said, "Same." I replied and took a fork full of cream into my mouth. He wore a black poler neck with long sleeves that fit him in the best way possible. It defined all the good bits, giving me something yummy to look at other than my cake. Most people thought the shirt he wore with jeans, expensive shoes and a coat were very feminine and I disagreed with them. Dax pulled the look off hands down and I was sure he could model without trying. He leaned back after placing the plate on the table and placed his one leg over the other with his foot on his knee. He tested his long arms along the back of the long sofa and let out a soft breath. "Now that, was good cake." He said with a smile and I swallowed the cake in my mouth before smiling and putting my own plate down.

"Now why did you really come here?" I said licking off the icing from the corner of my mouth. His eyes averted from my mouth to my eyes. "I thought I could get one more night with you. It is New Year's Eve and I wouldn't spend it any other way." His words were so alluring, pulling me to him and I smirked. "On one condition." I started and he shifted so his body could face me. "This will be the last time and I want nothing more than sex. I just came out of a long-term relationship and I'm not looking for anything else after this." His smile was devious and naughty all mixed in one, causing my insides to turn anxiously. "I'm fine with that." He said with a shrug and I moved over to him. He watched me intensely as I ran my hand over the bulge in his jeans and I could smell his cologne all over him. I unbuckled the belt and his manhood sprung out, hard and ready. He didn't ask what I was doing when I grabbed hold of his shaft because he knew what I was about to do and leaned his head back.

I moved my hand slowly and licked the tip of his erection, causing a short, soft gasp to escape his lips. Pleased with myself, I continued pleasuring him and felt the blood in his manhood pump against my hand that was tightly wrapped around him. I looked as his face, his teeth biting his bottom lip as if he was afraid to let go and I pulled myself up. He raised his head when my mouth left him and I took off his jeans. He grabbed the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down quickly. I stepped out of them and felt the darkness wrap around us in a small bubble as I straddled him. I moved teasingly before allowing him to slip inside and hissed when he filled me. It stung a little before the pleasure started and a moan escaped my lips when I moved along his hardness. I pulled his shirt over his head before kissing him hard the lips. He grabbed the back of my head, hair fisting in his hand and angled himself to kiss me deeper. With every stroke it felt like he was getting deeper and deeper, nearly pushing me over the edge each time.

He slipped the silk top off with one move and held my breasts in his hands as I continued to move my hips.  His thumbs moved over the peaking nipples, causing me to moan and took one breast into his mouth. I gasped and moved my hands from his chest to the back of the couch for a firmer grip. My legs were shaking as he continued to suck each nipple with equal care and attention. My core ached for an orgasm and I cried out louder and louder with each move of my hips. "I like a woman who knows what she wants, but I like being in control." With those quick, breathless words he flipped me onto the couch and entered me again. His hard thrusts caused me to shiver until a powerful orgasm took over my body and left me breathless. I felt the twitching of his manhood to tell me he'd also released. "Oh shit." I said and he frowned at me before his face went pale. "Condoms." We said in unison and I raised a hand before pulling him out of me and getting up, slipping on my pyjamas. I got to my bathroom cabinet and got the-morning-after pill and slipped one in my mouth. "All is good." I said when I got back to him and he sent me a smile. He sat up now, still completely naked with a blanket barely covering his ding dong.

"Happy New Year." He said and I smiled, placing a passionate kiss on his lips. "Extremely happy New Year's." I said and tugged his lip with my teeth. With a deep groan he pulled me tighter against him, my nipples hardening against his chest and I smiled. "I guess you want to go again?" I said and he winked. "You betcha." He pushed me down on the couch again and took me for the second time, this time with a condom. I'd never felt so raw and filled when having sex. My legs were spread as far as they would go and he'd rubbed my clit so hard it was bound to hurt the next day.