Dreaming of a HOT Christmas - Part 2
Some fantasies can come to life...
“You ever played Seven Minutes in Heaven…?”
I wasn’t sure where this was going but nodded.
“Let’s play that. With our age gap, we didn’t get to be young and dumb together,” she moved herself closer. “But we can try it now?”
Her question lingered in the air. My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest; in the silence that followed, I’m sure we could both hear it.
“Yes,” I breathed. Julia’s face broke out in a grin.
“Come here,” she beckoned me, leading me to the large, plush rug laying in front of the fireplace. We sat down, lit by the red glow of the flames. Shadows danced across her features.
Julia tapped her phone a few times, setting a timer for seven minutes.
“There we go,” she said softly before turning to look at me. I sat cross-legged in front of her, feeling every bit as giddy as a schoolgirl, as she folded her legs beneath her and kneeled on the rug. With our positioning and the extra height she had on me, she was already dominating my view.
Julia softly gripped my jaw with her hand, her palm under my chin, and I felt immediately powerless. My limbs turned to jelly and my shoulders dropped; my submissive side had quickly made itself known. She bent down and kissed me, her hand still holding my head in place. Her lips were soft against mine and when she parted my mouth to slide in her tongue, I gave no resistance.
I melted into the kiss. Julia took her time, almost toying with me, as I chased her lips with my own. Her other hand had found its way onto my waist and was pulling me closer, forcing my back to arch. I placed my hands on her chest, feeling the swell of her breasts under her sweater but afraid to go any further. She ran her tongue along mine and we made out like teenagers, moaning into each other’s mouths.
When the timer went off, to my disappointment, she broke away from the kiss.
“Wait,” I said. My cheeks felt flushed and I was slightly out of breath. “Can we… just for another minute?”
Julia looked at me and I swallowed.
“Please?”
She smiled and playfully raised an eyebrow.
“I do like it when you beg.”
I was taken aback by her response; my old friend had never had such an edge to her voice when she had spoken to me before. But I would be lying if I said I didn’t like it.
Julia put her hand on my chest and gently pushed me back onto the floor. She nestled her hips between my legs.
“Beg.”
I blushed and did as she said.
“Please. Please kiss me again.”
To my relief, she obliged, pressing her lips against mine again. This time she wasn’t as gentle or slow and she had one hand tangled in my hair to keep me where she wanted me.
Julia pinned my arms above my head. I inhaled sharply, the feeling of being overpowered causing a warmth between my legs. Leaving one hand wrapped around my wrists, Julia let the other hand trail down my body. I felt exposed beneath her even though I was fully-clothed; her intense gaze made me feel naked. Her eyes went downward and in one swift movement, she pulled my sweater up and over my breasts. For the sake of comfort, I had gone without a bra as I didn’t think she would notice under my baggy sweater. A sly smile broke out on Julia’s face.
“Good girl,” she said and I melted beneath her. “You’ve made this nice and easy for me.”
Her fingers teased tantalisingly upward, sliding from my waist to softly cup one of my breasts. She licked her lips and lowered her head, taking my nipple in her mouth. My back arched instinctively upward and each graze of her teeth sent a jolt through my body. Julia moved from one breast to the other. She became rougher, hungrier, and the hand she was using to pin me beneath her eventually joined the other to grope me.
“Keep your arms where they are while I play with you,” she ordered.
“Y-yes,” I whispered and she looked at me sharply, firelight dancing in her eyes.
“Call me mistress.”
“Yes, mistress,” I replied obediently and she responded by tugging my sweater over my head and flinging it to the side. The warmth from the fire coated my bare skin.