Under the Mistletoe

Heating Desire

“Are you finished?” Ben asked, gesturing to our plates.

I nodded, pleased to say I had almost cleared mine. I took the last sip of my wine, feeling a pleasant warmth spreading through me from the alcohol. “Yes, thank you,” I smiled as I accepted Ben's offered hand. It was incredible how easy and relaxed being with him made me feel. His hand engulfed mine, warmth radiating from the contact of his skin. I swore I could feel sparks whenever we touched.

He guided me toward the elevator, the spacious area feeling intimate with just the two of us. As the doors slid closed behind us, I felt a rush of anticipation. But before I could process what was happening, Ben suddenly pulled me into his arms. A small, shocked gasp escaped my lips, but I quickly forgot everything else as I looked up into his playful gaze.

He tilted his head slightly, and I followed his gaze to a small fake mistletoe attached to the ceiling. “Mistletoe,” he whispered huskily, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down my spine.

My breath caught in my throat as he leaned closer, his intent clear. I could hardly think as his lips descended toward mine. The world around us faded away, and my heart raced with anticipation.

When our lips finally met, he pulled me into a hard, passionate kiss. The contact ignited a fire within me, and for a moment, everything else ceased to exist. I melted against him, my body responding instinctively to the warmth and urgency of his embrace. It was everything I had dreamed of and more—a whirlwind of emotion and desire that left me breathless.

Ben’s hands roamed my body, exploring the curves of my waist before cupping my bottom, pulling me closer. I could feel the heat radiating off his muscular frame, and my heart raced with exhilaration. My hands found their way into his hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands, drawing him even nearer. A slow moan escaped my lips, the sound mingling with the soft hum of the elevator, as my body burned with need.

A wave of desire pooled in my core, and I could feel the heat radiating from my cheeks all the way down to my thighs. My stomach clenched with an insatiable craving, a delicious ache that intensified with every brush of his lips against mine. I was acutely aware of Ben’s growing arousal pressing against my stomach, a tantalizing reminder of the effect I was having on him.

He responded with a soft grunt of approval, the sound vibrating against my lips as I gripped his shoulders, my nails digging in a little. The kiss deepened, becoming more fervent, and I lost myself in the moment.

“Ben,” I groaned breathlessly, pulling back just slightly to catch my breath, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.

He looked down at me, his eyes dark with desire, and I could see the struggle within him. “May…” he said, his voice low and gruff.

Before I could respond, he captured my lips again, the kiss igniting the flames of passion that burned within me. I surrendered completely, letting the moment sweep me away as we lost ourselves in the heat of desire. The growing need pooled in my panties, and I could hardly think as my body reacted instinctively.

Just as the kiss deepened, the elevator dinged, jolting us from our moment. As the doors slid open, Ben maneuvered me in front of him, and I felt the undeniable pressure of his erection pressed against the top of my bum. A rush of heat flooded my cheeks, and I ducked my head, mortified, as an elderly Asian couple smiled at us while walking past.

Had I really just lost myself like a horny teenager in an elevator? My mind raced with embarrassment, but as we stepped out, the thrill of the moment lingered, mixing with the awkwardness that flooded my system.

Ben continued to guide me toward his car, which was already parked and waiting for us. The valet stood nearby, keys in hand, and I felt a surge of gratitude that I didn’t have to think about the earlier encounter just yet.

As we reached the car, Ben opened the door for me, his expression a mix of confudence that made my heart flutter. I climbed in, still feeling the heat of the moment between us, my body tingling.

As he settled into the driver’s seat, I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. Ben sat still for a moment, his hands gripping the steering wheel, his head ducked down. I couldn’t help but notice the clear outline of his erection straining against his pants. A small smile crept onto my face. I did that to him.

Maybe it was the courage from the wine, but I slowly reached over and placed my hand on his upper thigh. Instantly, his whole body tensed, and a dark groan escaped his throat. “Careful, May. You don’t want to provoke me,” he warned, his voice thick with intensity.

I shivered at his words, a thrill running down my spine. “Maybe I want to provoke you,” I whispered, my voice barely above a breath.

Ben’s eyes snapped to mine, deep and stormy, the colour of molten chocolate. “You really know how to tease someone,” he said hoarsely before grabbing my hand off his lap, tangling his fingers with mine. The warmth of his skin against mine sent a rush of electricity through me. “But I was thinking more along the lines of a theme park,” he added, his voice husky.

My eyes widened with excitement. “A theme park? Really?” I loved theme parks, the thrill of the rides and the vibrant atmosphere.

He smiled at my reaction, and I could see a hint of mischief in his eyes. “Good, then keep your hands to yourself,” he growled teasingly.

I nodded, giving his hand a gentle squeeze, feeling the warmth of his grip.

When we arrived at the carnival, the sound of laughter and excitement filled the air. We walked around hand in hand, my heart fluttering with each step. Ben tried his luck at a few of the games, but despite his best efforts, he didn’t win a single prize.

“Thank you for trying,” I said honestly, watching him shake his head in frustration.

“Damn games are cheats,” he muttered, feigning annoyance. “I could just buy you the theme park instead.”

I laughed out loud at his remark, the sound bubbling up from my chest. “I’ll pass on that. I much prefer just spending time with you.”

His expression softened, and I could see a genuine smile break through the playful facade. “I’m glad to hear that because I’m enjoying this too."

“How about the Ferris wheel?” Ben suggested, pointing toward the colorful wheel towering above the carnival, its lights twinkling like stars in the night sky.

“Yes, please!” I smiled back, excitement bubbling within me. We made our way through the crowd, weaving past laughter and music as we joined the line. The anticipation built with each step, the closer we got to the front of the line.

Once it was our turn, we entered the carriage together, and I felt a rush of giddiness as the door closed behind us. The Ferris wheel began to move, slowly lifting us higher into the air. I glanced over at Ben, his expression a mix of amusement and something deeper, and I felt a thrill race through me.

As we reached the top, the view of the carnival below was breathtaking, but all I could focus on was Ben. The world around us faded away, the laughter and lights becoming a distant hum. He turned to me, his gaze intense, and suddenly, the air felt charged with an undeniable tension.

“Wow,” I breathed, but before I could say anything more, Ben leaned in, closing the distance between us. Our lips met in a heated kiss, igniting a fire within me. The moment felt electric, every sensation amplified as I melted against him.

In one fluid motion, he pulled me onto his lap, my heart racing at the sudden closeness. His hands tangled in my blonde hair, holding me gently yet possessively, while his other hand rested firmly on my waist. I could feel the warmth of his body beneath me, and the undeniable pressure of his arousal pressed against my bottom. My body shivered as my heart began to pound and wetness formed between my legs again.

A moan ripped from my throat as the desire for this man consumed me. I tried to grind against him, to create any sort of pressure to stop the growing ache between my legs, however his hand on my waist prevented me from moving. With a gentle tug, he pulled my hair back, exposing my neck. He trailed hot, lingering kisses along my collarbone, the sensation of his warm breath igniting a fire within me. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against my skin, his voice low and husky, wrapping around me like a warm blanket.

A soft gasp escaped my lips as he bit down gently, a mix of pleasure and surprise flooding me. “Ben,” I whispered, my breath hitching as I felt more heat pooling in my core. I instinctively arched my back, seeking more contact, my body yearning for him.

“God, you drive me wild,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire. He pulled back just slightly to look into my eyes, searching for any hesitation. But all I felt was an insatiable craving for him. Without thinking, I leaned forward, locking my lips with his again.

My body was on fire, and it felt like only he could quench the it. I opened my mouth slightly, and as our tongues met, and I could feel my wetness against my leg, my panties drenched with need. He dominated the kiss with an effortless confidence, and I surrendered completely to the moment.

After what felt like an eternity, I pulled away, breathless, trying to catch my breath. Just then, a low, involuntary moan escaped my lips as Ben’s hand found its way to my breast, giving it a teasing squeeze through the fabric of my dress. The sensation sent a shockwave of pleasure through me, and I could hardly think straight.

Ben's eyes darkened with a mix of mischief and desire as he pinned by arms and slowly circled my n****e. "Ben" I whimpered as my body buckled against him. My n*****s strained against the fabric of my dress. The teasing sensation going straight through me to my pulsing core.

“I'm sorry, May, but we need to stop,” he said, his voice low and dark, laced with an urgency that sent shivers down my spine—not just from the cold. There was a hunger in his tone that ignited a spark inside me, a wild, intoxicating fire that made my heart race.

I moaned in protest, my body instinctively arching toward him, craving his touch. Ben chuckled darkly, a sound that was both teasing and tantalizing, but he surprisingly restrained himself, pulling me into a tight embrace instead. I could feel the warmth of his breath against my skin, every whispered word electrifying the air between us.

As the Ferris wheel continued its slow descent, I nestled against him, feeling my pulse quicken with every heartbeat. The world below faded away; it was just us, suspended in this moment of longing. The cold night air nipped at my cheeks, but the raging desire inside me was far more consuming.

“May,” he murmured against my shoulder, his voice softening, almost reverent. “You’re so beautiful.” Each word was like a gentle caress, wrapping around my heart and squeezing tightly. “Thank you for a wonderful date.”