Author's Note: Well here it is, the third and final chapter. This has actually turned out a little dirtier than I had originally planned. I blame Gene – writing him does things to my mind! Once again this contains graphic depiction of sexual acts so if that's not your thing then I'd leave now. You've been warned. Don't come moaning at me if you get offended.

Thanks to GenesGirl13 for beta-ing, and a special thanks to Harri83 for being so supportive throughout the writing of this. You are both fab girlies! :D

Chapter 3

Previously:

"Well I certainly hope it's isn't over," I say to him, eyebrow raised. He lets out a low chuckle.

"Don't fret Bolls. I ain't goin' ter leave yer 'angin'. Yer've just got ter give me a little recovery time."

She nods lightly and resettles herself next to me on the couch; in the crook of my arm. Her hands skim my bare chest and soon she's peppering it in kisses. It's nice. It soon heats up though, as she moves to my neck and begins suckling on my sensitive vein and dragging her nails over my nipples. That's when I realise I'm being a selfish bastard; yes I might be spent, but that's no reason to ignore Bollys' needs. Especially as this is her fantasy. I bring the arm that she is leaning on round to her breast and lightly stroke the side eliciting a gasp from her.

As I tease her I spy something out of the corner of my eye that sparks a kinky image in my head, one that makes my limp penis twitch. There, hanging from Bolly's four foot high Christmas tree, is a candy cane. A proper, traditional, red and white striped candy cane; like the ones out of American movies. It's quite a sizeable one too, about the same diameter as a penny. I reach over and yank it swiftly from the tree. I can feel Bolly's eyes on me and I can tell without looking that she's got her eyebrow raised in question. Don't worry Bolls, all will be revealed.

"This is hardly the time for a little snack, Gene," she tells me with a frustrated groan as I remove the plastic wrapping from the cane.

"Au contraire Bolls. This is exactly the time. " I reply, putting the candy cane to my lips and giving a long hard suck, before lowering it to her glistening folds.

He's teasing me now; he's back in the game, although I think his role as Santa is long since forgotten. His fingers tweak my right nipple as he bends his head to suck on the other. It's glorious, but it's over far too soon. Gene stops abruptly; my breast falling from his mouth. I follow his gaze; he's staring at my Christmas tree. Suddenly he reaches out and grabs something off a branch. It takes me a while to realise that it's one of the candy canes I bought from Harrods last weekend. Christmas just isn't Christmas for me without them, and I'd struggled to find them anywhere but the most expensive shop in London. Just my luck. I raise my eyebrows at him, but he's refusing to meet my gaze. What's he up to? He begins to unwrap the plastic and I feel myself getting annoyed; how dare he leave me breathless and panting while he indulges his sweet tooth.

"This is hardly the time for a little snack, Gene," I moan at him.

"Au contraire Bolls," he replies. "This is exactly the time." Not for the first time I have no idea what he's on about but before I can try to wrap my head around it, he sucks the candy cane into his mouth; a gesture so sensual that I am rendered incapable of even the simplest thought. His mouth releases the cane with a small pop and, with a devilish grin, he lowers it to my apex. Oh god, he's not going to do what I think he's going to do, is he? Oh! He is. I feel the tip of the candy cane against the flushed skin of my folds as he slowly drags it up and down. It moves easily due to my arousal. I moan despite myself and he takes this as approval to continue. I have to admit it does feel good, so I guess I'll let him carry on. He swipes it over my clit twice before plunging it inside of me.

"Yes!" I gasp. He drags it back out so only the top is inside me before pushing it back in slowly.

"That good Bolls?" he asks cheekily; like he can't tell.

"Oh yeah," I manage to answer; my eyes closing in pleasure. A couple more agonisingly slow strokes and I want, no I need, more. "Faster!" I command, and Gene obeys, fucking me with it; making me moan loader

"Like that?" he asks, before claiming my left nipple between his teeth.

"Oh yeh Gene. That's good!" I reply in ecstasy.

When I'd ripped that candy cane from the tree I honestly didn't know how she'd react to my idea. Luckily she enjoys it; so much so that she starts issuing orders.

"Faster!" she cries. Well, who am I to argue? So I speed up; thrusting in and out in a fluid motion. She moans loudly and I have to ask,

"Like that?" I ask, grazing her nipple with my teeth.

"Oh yeh Gene. That's good." The sounds she is making are sending darts of arousal straight to my groin and I can feel it stirring again. Jesus! The effect this woman has on me. Since we started this...relationship I've felt hornier than a teenager. She's grinding her hips now in rhythm with my thrusts; and I capture her lips casually, teasing her with my tongue as I move the candy cane in small circles inside of her. She seeks more and I let her take control of the kiss because I have more important things to concentrate on. Moaning softly, she kisses me harder and I push the candy cane in and out of her more frequently. I love the way she makes my hand wet with her juices; there's nothing like it in the world. I feel her tensing her muscles against it; it makes the pull more difficult and it takes a little more effort to push it back in, but as I do it she starts making these whimpering sounds that echo through my head, sending shivers through my body. I slowly ease the candy cane out of her and she lets out a soft sigh as it slips out. I bring it up to my mouth and lick it; letting my tongue linger on the mixed flavour of Bolly and peppermint. It tastes heavenly and I need more so I kneel down and plant kisses on the soft skin of the insides of her thighs. I spend copious amount of time on them, teasing; getting close to her centre but never touching. I finally let my tongue drift up the crease between her legs. She moans, her hands immediately running through my hair and pulling me closer to her. I let her do it, sliding my tongue deeper into the folds of flesh until it's completely buried. With a long lap upwards, I find her clit and flick up over it. It makes her jump so I do it again, over and over until she stops jumping and resigns to moaning and moving her hips against my movements.

The bastard is teasing me; he's driving me insane, placing feather light kisses on my thighs, edging and closer and closer to my sex but never getting there. I will kill him if he doesn't hurry up; I'm throbbing and I need to feel his mouth on me again. He must have read my mind because moments later he's there and I can't help but grab his hair and pull him to me. When he flicks my clit I feel a surge of electricity shoot through my body and I jump slightly. I can hear myself moaning and I begin to move my hips against his mouth, trying to increase the stimulation. He moves down then, lapping at my opening, drinking me and I buck against him. It seems he's only there for a second more, although I know it must be longer, before he's back working on my clit; making small circles with his tongue.

"Oh yeh," I hear myself say and I tighten my fists in his hair. For a fleeting moment I wonder if I'm hurting him but that thought soon passes and he speeds up with his tongue. "Gene...oh God...oh yes!" I rasp; my throat dry. I'm so close now; a couple more strokes is all it's going to take to send me over the edge. One, two...No! He's stopped and moved away. "Ohh, nooo, nooo! No! You bastard!" How can he be so cruel? That's twice tonight he's brought me to the brink and then backed off. I open my eyes and see him standing over me, smirking.

"Somethin' wrong Bollykecks?" he teases with a glint in his eye.

"I was so close!" I whine. He lowers a hand to my breast then and tweaks my nipples, sending another dart of arousal to my centre. I'm begging now, "Pleeaassee! Please make me come; I can't stand it." He chuckles and runs a hand through his hair, before leaning down to whisper in my ear,

"Oh yer'll come alright, Bolls. Nice and 'ard, I'll make sure o' that but just not yet. I want ter be buried inside yer when yer come, understand?" causing me to let out a whimper at the image his words conjure. And with that he sweeps me up into his arms.

I'm on thin ice here, but as much as I would love to make her come with my tongue, tonight I want to be inside her when it happens. To feel it.

"Pleeaassee!" she begs, "Please make me come; I can't stand it."

"Oh yer'll come alright, Bolls. Nice and 'ard, I'll make sure o' that but just not yet. I want ter be buried inside yer when yer come, understand?" She whimpers at that and I see my opportunity. I pick her up and throw her over my shoulders in a fireman's lift, taking her to the bedroom. I deposit her gently in the middle of the bed and crawl up over her. I part her legs with my knee and settle myself between them, feeling her wetness coat the end of my shaft. I rub up against her a few times; getting her worked up again,

"Please Gene, please fuck me!" I didn't need to be asked twice.

"As yer asked so nicely," I quip, surprised I can still form words with the woman of my dreams writhing around underneath me. I position myself at her entrance and slide in with one thrust. I feel the first sense of heat as I start to slip inside of her. It's an incredible feeling, one that can only be described by one-syllable phrases. Hot. Wet. Tight. Nice. Home.

"Oh Gene!" she sighs. And I lean down to capture her lips in a hot, steamy kiss as I begin to move inside her. I find her hands with mine and lace my fingers with hers, pinning her arms above her head. She raises her hips to meet my thrusts and I can tell this isn't going to last long; she's too worked up from all the teasing and the feel of her surrounding me combined with the sounds she's making mean I'm getting close as well. Before long we are both moaning and panting into each other's mouths as we kiss and before long I feel that tell tale tingling at the base of my spine that tells me I'm about to come.

"Bolls, ahh fuck... I'm really close!" I release one of her hands and slid mine in between us to play with her clit; I have to see her come before I do. It only takes a couple of sweeps of my thumb across her sensitive nub before her orgasm begins.

"Oh God I'm coming Gene. Oh yeh!" She throws her head back and arches her back, thrusting her breasts into my face. I capture a nipple in between my teeth and started nipping slightly, trying to prolong it for her. The feel of her muscles contracting around me sends me over the edge pretty quickly after that. I slam into her a couple more times and begin my own jarring release. Hard, almost violent ejaculations erupt from my cock as my hips involuntarily jerked into her with each throb,

"Oh, Bolly. Fuck! Love you, yes, yes, yeess!" The sensations were intense. I shuddered and collapse on top of her, revelling in the aftershocks.

Finally he's inside me and it feels exquisite. I sigh,

"Oh Gene!" and he kisses me; his need and passion obvious as he begins to move. He pins my hands above my head and I degenerate in a puddle of moaning and writhing. He's teased me so much I'm going to explode if I don't come soon. I hear him tell me he's close; so am I but I fear he'll get there before me if he doesn't help me along. As if reading my mind his hand snakes between us and finds my clit and a couple of strokes later and I explode.

"Oh God I'm coming Gene. Oh yeh!" I swoon and feel my body convulse as he grazes his teeth over one of my nipples. The waves of pleasure are keening and intense. Gene's thrusts harder and faster and it's not before he's thundering over the edge too.

"Oh, Bolly. Fuck! Love you, yes, yes, yeess!" Once the tremors have subsided we collapse in a boneless heap on the bed, and it's only then I realise what Gene actually said. Did he really use the L-word? He pulls out and rolls off me and I moan at the loss. We lie there, both still panting; trying to get our breath but I can hold my curiosity no longer.

"Gene?"

"Hmm?" he replies sleepily; he nearly always fall asleep straight after sex, no pillow talk for us normally. He's quite good at post-coital cuddling though, not that he'd admit it.

"When you...came...did you really say...?"

"Yes I did. And yes I did mean it, before you even ask. Now can we please just go ter sleep?" I chuckle slightly; ever the romantic...not. He pulls me to him, so my head is resting on his chest. I relax into him.

"I love you too," I tell him, praying he's not already asleep.

"Quite right too!"

The End