Page 18 of The Nutcracker
“I need to figure this out. I should go.” I smiled with gratitude. “Thank you. Your machine really is… magnifilous.”
But as I moved to leave he caught me by the hand. “Wait a minute.”
I turned back and when I saw the look in his eye I found myself holding my breath again.
“That wish wasn’t for you,” he said. “That’s very thoughtful of you. It’s the very essence of Christmas, thinking of others first. But it’s okay to make a wish for yourself, you know.”
“I… I can’t think of anything I’d want.”
Curtis pulled me over to the wooden bowl of walnuts. “I can.”
Suddenly I wanted to be on Santa’s naughty list and my crotch twitched with a yearning I hadn’t felt in a long, long time.
I didn’t fight it.
He held the bowl up for me to choose a walnut.
Nervously I reached in, unable to deny how much I wanted to see him naked. I wanted to yank that warm and fuzzy red costume clean off his broad shoulders and kiss him passionately. But there was so much going on in my life I wasn’t sure I deserved this kind of happiness. I wasn’t sure I deserved a wish at all.
As if he could read my mind Curtis said, “Everyone deserves a wish.”
I grabbed a walnut, the first one I touched.
Curtis put the bowl down.
I shut my eyes and held the walnut to my lips, but before I could whisper my wish into the walnut I felt Curtis prising the nut from my fingers, pulling it away from my mouth.
“It’s okay,” he breathed. “Open your eyes. You don’t need the machine for this one. I know how to make this wish come true.”
He dropped the walnut back in the bowl.
He pulled me toward him.
Then gently, tenderly, he pressed his lips against mine.
His kiss was filled with the sweetness of candy and the spice of gingerbread.
His tongue delved deep into my mouth and I welcomed it. My soft moan of hunger and delight was all the permission he needed to take things further.
His big hands cupped the sides of my neck.
His thumbs ran their way along my jawline and thumbed my earlobes.
His fingers caressed my short hair and the back of my skull, cradling my giddy head, supporting me as his tongue continued to explore my mouth.
It wasn’t just my neck that felt weak.
My knees too were beginning to buckle.
He sensed it and took one hand away from my neck to grip the small of my back, keeping me upright, holding me close… pulling me closer still.
I felt his bulging crotch pressing against mine. My dick strained against the denim of my jeans while his cock throbbed and rubbed against me. It was fair to say the red velvet Christmas costume left very little to the imagination.
Desperately I wanted to grab his dick in my hands.
I wanted to squeeze it, feel every bulging-veined contour in my fist.
But before I could move he pulled out of the kiss and licked his lips, savoring the taste of me. “I know the keys that unlock this wish,” he murmured so close to my ear that I thought the warmth of his breath might melt me. “Follow my instructions. I know exactly which buttons to push.”