Holiday Hearts

Chapter 10

"Good morning, sweetheart."

Shelby woke to the sensation of Noel's lips on her n****e and his hand toying with the hair between her legs. Oh wow, it wasn't a dream. "Morning," she croaked in response as he slid a finger into her already-wet p***y.

"I figure today we can try out a few other rooms. Seems like a waste to spend all our time in this one." he whispered, his breath hot against her breast.

"Sounds...good." He'd replaced one finger with two and it was getting hard to speak, let alone think. She reached over to find his c**k and gripped it in her hand, happy to find he'd already put on a condom. With a little shove, she pushed him over on his back and straddled his hips.

Noel smiled up at her. "I guess you're a morning person."

"Is that a problem?" She wriggled her hips as he used his hand to position himself while she slowly slid down over that magnificent erection. He filled her perfectly and she hummed happily before she started to move.

"Well, I'm usually not," he said, pulling her forward so her breasts hung close to his face. "But for you, I'll happily make an exception." He captured her beaded n****e with his lips and sucked deeply as she rode up and down his steely shaft.

This time was slower than either session last night. He toyed with both breasts then drew her mouth down to his for long, sweet kisses while she moved above him, in no particular hurry to finish. After a few minutes, he sat up, holding her close and wrapping her legs around his back. He rocked them both gently, his c**k pulsing inside her cunt rather than thrusting. They took the time to explore other sensitive areas too. She nibbled on his earlobes and he sucked her fingers one at a time, all the while filling her with such heavenly friction.

Finally, they both needed more. Noel rolled Shelby to her back and thrust heavily, her ankles still locked around his waist. She dug her nails into his back and nipped hard on his shoulder as she came, sparks flashing behind her eyelids and shivers running from her p***y out to the tips of her fingers and toes. Noel stiffened and shoved himself deep, groaning as he joined her in release.

Before he pulled out, he held himself above her and kissed her tenderly.

"Good morning," he said again. "Very, very good so far."

Shelby nodded and giggled. "Fabulous." She leaned up to kiss his nose. "Now can you move? I really need to use the bathroom."

They got cleaned up and dressed - sort of. No way was Shelby putting on eleventy-seven layers again. She found clean drawers and shifts in the dresser. Some were warmer knit material instead of linen and one of the shifts even had long sleeves, so she donned that, along with a pair of black wool stockings and grabbed a paisley wool shawl. That would suffice for bumming around inside the house. Noel grumbled about the long flannel underwear, but he put it on - wool pants were scratchy. He added one of the linen shirts but didn't bother with a collar or cuffs. They both put on their slippers and headed out to find breakfast. Somewhere during the night, the invisible servants had removed the remains of their snack. Yeah, she could get used to that part.

The dining room was arranged for a buffet breakfast, with chafing dishes full of eggs and bacon and a three-tier tray loaded with pastries.

"I don't suppose everything here is magically free of calories," Shelby grumbled as she poured herself a cup of coffee from a steaming urn.

"Trust me, you don't need to worry about it," Noel assured her while stuffing half a Danish into his mouth. "Men like a few curves and yours are absolutely fine just the way they are."

Shelby felt herself flush under his blatantly approving regard. She knew she wasn't hideous, but she was usually called cute rather than sexy. Her hourglass figure and freckles weren't exactly trendy.

"So, you know my whole family," he said as they dug into their breakfast. "Tell me about yours. Your accent tells me you weren't born and raised in Charleston."

"No, I'm from Pittsburgh originally," she said. "My mom lives in New York now. She's really the only family that I have and we aren't exactly close."

"Your dad isn't in the picture?" His voice was soft and warm, filled with concern rather than pity.

"No. My parents were never married. He left town when I was six months old and I never saw him again. When I was twenty, I got word he'd been killed in a plane crash, but it was just like hearing about a stranger - he'd never made any effort to be part of my life."

"I'm sorry. No siblings either?"

She shook her head. "My mother hadn't ever intended to have kids. When I was born, she had her tubes tied, so I was it." And her mother had never been that involved with Shelby - most of her stability had come from her grandparents, who were both gone now.

"Wow. I can't imagine what it must have been like to grow up alone. With four siblings, you could barely find enough privacy to go to the bathroom, let alone actually think about anything. But I have to say, I wouldn't trade any of them for the world - not now. I'd have probably given them away for free when I was twelve." His lips twisted into the wry grin she was already coming to love.

"No, you wouldn't. You'd have thought about it, but you'd have caved. You're the big brother. You've probably spent your whole life looking out for them, even if you didn't want them to know it."

He nodded. "You're right of course."

"Were you born and raised in Charleston? I know your dad is from England." Nicholas Holiday hadn't even picked up a trace of Charleston in his speech while his wife Mary was a native.

"We spent time in London and over here when I was younger. Later, Dad decided to move the company permanently so my mother could be near her parents after her father got cancer when I was twelve. But they made sure each of us spent time every year with my grandparents and cousins in England."

More family. She hoped he knew how lucky he was.