Description: In a new place, Noah tries to make Christmas special for Ashley
Noah Brown was focused this year on making Christmas for Ashley special. They’ve moved around so much that neither had been sure they’d have a place to spend their holiday or if they’d be roughing it in a hotel. Noah had spent the holidays once or twice in such a way. With his large family it was always still festive, but with just himself and his new bride, he wanted it to be special.
They’d managed to secure a little place just outside of a small, Montana town they both loved with acres and acres of wild land to tame. Noah intended to inquire about the need for local law enforcement, but first, he’d directed all his focus on Christmas. They’d chopped a tree, spent the afternoon decorating it with simple lights and things they found around the forest floor and discarded items that had been ingeniously repurposed as festive trimmings.
Ashley was as voracious as ever, her zest for life (among other things) was as intense as always. She kept him on his toes and had yet to bore him. He doubted that would ever happen. But lately, she’d seemed to hint at suggesting he take the reins in a more dominating fashion.
It was true that their first meeting had all been about Ashley’s clear command of the moment, but their love-making had often teetered between the two, finding an insatiable thirst to push each other. An impish retort one day had earned her a small swat on her backside to which she responded most positively to. And that gave Noah an idea for the perfect Christmas gift.
It was a long skinny box, tucked away almost behind the tree, wrapped plainly as if Noah had hoped it would blend into the surroundings and that Ashley would be none the wiser. He eyed the box from his chair, as he listened to her busy herself in the kitchen trying to make sense of a recipe that she insisted on making for their first Christmas in their new place. He’d tried to help, but got lost at the beginning of page 2 of the recipe, never even looking at pages 3 or 4.
She cursed and he grinned, covering his smile with his hand. However the food turned out, he’d already made plans to revere her in the most positive way possible, hopefully she wouldn’t question his slight dishonesty. As he heard the over door close, he knew the wait had no begun and he’d already planned how to pass the time.
She breezed in, collapsing in his lap, feigning utter exhaustion in a playful act.
“I’m spent.” She sarcastically slung her arm over her forehead.
Noah smirked again, his hand rubbing her thigh lightly.
“Well I certainly hope that’s not true.” He cocked his eyebrow up as he looked upon her. She grinned suggestively.
“Why? Did you have something else in mind?” She wiggled a bit in his lap. His eyes fell upon the package behind the tree; her gaze followed his. It took a moment, but her eyes finally focused on the package wrapped in black paper that almost hid itself in the shadows of the tree boughs against the wall, “A present?? One I can open now?!?”
She hurriedly scrambled from his lap and grabbed the slender package scurrying back to the warmth of his lap, curling up. He nodded for her to go ahead as she waited a moment for the go-ahead.
SHe looked at it for a moment, turning it over in her hands, shaking it, confusion written on her face as she could not make sense of what it could be. She tore the paper in long strips until the brown box was bare. She slid her fingernail through the tape securing both ends, placing the box in her lap, slowly lifting the lid.
A riding crop sat a top festive sparkly tissue paper. It’s warm, brown leather catching only a slight reflection of the firelight. She was silent only for a moment before a mischievous grin spread slowly across her lips.
“What exactly is this for?” Her question was posed, but the tone of her voice hinted that she knew exactly what this gift was intended for.
“Well it’s a present for you, however, it’s to be used by me.” He took the crop in his hand and drug the loop softly down her jawline. He saw the anticipation in her eyes, heard the excited whine that elicited from her throat, felt her hands petting him, heard her shallow breath, tasted her lips on his. She pulled back from the kiss, her voice warm and throaty.
“Thank you, Noah. You know exactly what I need.” She shivered as she felt the crop trail down her arms, tickling the edge of her fingers. When he got to the meat of her thigh, he snapped it lightly. She jumped, but giggled lustfully.
“More?” He questioned, the desire in her eyes evident. She nodded quickly, turning herself over quickly, laying over his lap, her ass perched in the air, expectantly. He drew the shape of a heart over one of her cheeks, making Ashley giggle again before sharply slapping it against her. She yelped at the sting, a guttural moan following.
“This is supposed be a punishment, young lady.” he quipped, repeating the action on her other cheek, “What do you say?”
“Th-thank you.” She pressed back, searching for more, ‘and… Merry Christmas.”
He smirked, running it down her spine before striking again.
Was feeling pretty out of it last night as I watched some of season 3... Damn NyQuil. Don't remember taking half the screen caps I took! I guess I was amused by Bush Goth's popped collar on his date with Christie?
