Chance Encounters of the Canuck Kind

Jacob inhaled the subtle scent of rose and sandalwood from Juliette’s hair as his eyes fluttered open. It was close to 6am and Juliette was still in the throes of sleep, he watched the duvet rise and fall with her deep, steady breathing and drew circles on her bare shoulder with a feather-light touch as he continued to breathe in her scent, eyes still heavy with the remnants of his slumber. She shifted ever so slightly, pushing back into him as if making sure that he was still there. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back so that she was flush against his chest and kissed the back of her head lightly earning him the faintest of hums.
“God Jul” he whispered. “I’m sorry if I woke you.”
“S’okay” she mumbled in return, voice still thick with sleep. “Merry Christmas, babe.” She could feel him smiling into her hair. “What is it?”
“Nothing, babe. It’s just… this might be the best Christmas present I’ve ever had…” he ran his hands over Juliette’s naked body, making her skin prickle. “And it looks like it’s already unwrapped.”
Juliette hummed and turned over so she was now facing Jacob.
“You must have been on Santa’s nice list” She teased.
“Must have. You, on the other hand…” he gripped her thigh gently and hooked her leg over his body, running his hand languidly down the full length of her leg and back up, taking extra time to appreciate the soft curve of her ass. “You’ve earned yourself a place on Santa’s naughty list.” He palmed the soft flesh and grabbed a handful, groaning deeply. His ministrations earned him a sharp gasp from Juliette and encouraged him to keep going, pulling her body close enough so she could feel his arousal against her own warmth.
“Babe, we shouldn’t… they might hear us.” Juliette choked out in between gasps, Jacob’s hand was edging dangerously closer to her now slick sex, his fingertips ghosting across it.
“Well then you’ll just have to be extra quiet for me, won’t you, snygging?” He nipped at her neck, just hard enough to know it would leave a mark, yet not hard enough to make her cry out. His fingers were now pressing insistently at her entrance, desperate to feel her more intimately. He pushed her so that she was now laying on her back and laid flush alongside her, pushing her knees apart to gain access to the part of her he was craving most. “Do you know what you do to me?” His voice was gruff, the kind of tone that he knew drove Juliette wild. He drew his fingers up from Juliette’s warm, wet entrance to her clit, dragging her wetness up so that he could work her sensitive little bud.
“Ah! Jake… God” Juliette hissed, back arching up off the bed. He knew exactly how to play her, how to work her body until she sang for him.
“Du driver mig till vansinne” Jacob whispered, picking up the pace of his fingers rhythmically dancing across her clit. “Du är så sexig.”
“Fuckkkkk…” Juliette was struggling to contain her moans, if there was one thing that drove her wild, it was the sound of Jacob Markstrom dirty talking in Swedish, and he knew it. He watched her eyes flutter close in pleasure as he dipped two fingers inside of her dripping heat, savouring her reaction. His eyes trained on her face as he began to work her, deft fingers moving in and out, never once breaking rhythm. Mouth latching on to the small peak on her breast, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh and tongue swirling in circles, all executed to perfection. His quiet grunts echoed her soft moans, only intensifying as he used his thumb to stimulate her little nub. He could feel her peaking, edging so close to the dizzying heights of pleasure that she was chasing. He wanted to come with her, to ride out those moments of pure ecstasy together.
“Jag vill knulla dig.” Jacob grunted, slowing his pace and massaging her lips with his own, tongue dancing around her mouth. “Will you ride me, älskling?”
Unable to formulate the words required to respond to him, Juliette simply nodded and watched as Jacob rolled onto his back, his arousal evidenced by his now throbbing cock. She straddled him and leant down, placing a searing kiss on his lips and melting under his wandering hands. She pulled away slightly, meeting his fiery gaze – his eyes filled with unbridled passion. His eyes bored into her own, piercing through into her soul and making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.
“Du har vackra ögon” he breathed. Juliette aligned herself with him and slowly began to sink down onto his length never breaking eye contact, taking him slowly – inch by inch – and watched as Jacob’s expression became one of pure rapture. His breath left him raggedly as a quiet guttural moan escaped his lips, his hands finding sanctuary at the soft padding of Juliette’s hips, gripping tightly as she began to move on top of him. She rolled her hips slowly – methodically – angling herself to make sure she felt all of him and he felt all of her. Finding her rhythm she soon picked up the pace and sat upright on him, using one hand to brace herself on his thighs while the other tweaked at her hard nipple, working his cock just how he liked it and moving her hips so that he was deep inside of her; his strangled moans and heavy breathing urging her on.
“Does that feel good, babe?” she hissed with pleasure.
“Ungh!”
“Do you like how I ride you?”
“Du är så underbart trång” he groaned. “Du är jävligt vacker”
Juliette placed her hands on his chest as she continued to ride him, her breasts bouncing with each effort.
“Fuck yes, baby” Jacob grunted. “Don’t stop, I’m so close now. I’m so close to coming.”
Juliette knew he was on the edge, she could feel her legs starting to quake under her from chasing her own release. She was so close, she could taste it. Her mouth parted but no noise came out, she shut her eyes and let the warmth fill her body as she felt her velvet walls begin to flutter.
“Jag älskar känna din fitta runt min kuk” Jacob breathed. And that was it, those words were enough to send her spiralling. She dug her fingernails into the soft flesh of Markstrom’s chest as she came undone on top of him. The walls of her flower convulsing around his cock, bringing him over the edge with her as she moaned in pure bliss. He came hard, grunting as his cock twitched inside her as she milked every last drop from him, knuckles white from gripping her hips too hard. She flopped down on top of him, skin tacky with sweat and glistening in the first light of day. He encircled her waist with his arms and buried his face into her cheek, nuzzling slightly, feeling their hearts thumping in their chests. She felt him go soft inside of her and sighed into his neck, revelling in his delicate touch.
“I think they probably heard us.” Juliette murmured.
“I don’t care.” Jacob purred in reply, placing a delicate kiss against Julie’s cheek.
She moved off him and settled herself alongside, head resting against the crook of his neck, and began tracing patterns aimlessly on his chest. He returned the favour by running his fingertips against her exposed ribs.
“So what’s the plan?” Jacob asked.
“Well, we get up, have coffee, wait for the others, open presents and then eat so much food we can’t move.”
“Sounds like a solid plan” he replied. “When do you want to get up?”
Juliette groaned slightly at the mention of having to leave their bed.
“10 more minutes. Please?”
Jacob nodded and pulled her in tightly, burying his face into her hair.
“Absolutely, min skatt.”
***
The pair came downstairs to the sight of Ralof and Suzanne already sat together on the couch. Suzanne was snuggled into the side of Ray and went as if to move upon seeing Juliette and Jacob enter the room.
“Don’t move on my account” Juliette said. “I’m happy for you both if this is what you want.” She smiled at her friend and sat herself on the opposite couch, leaving space for Jake to sit next to her once he’d returned from getting coffee from the kitchen.
“You sleep okay?” Ralof asked from behind his mug.
“Yeah, you guys? How long have you been awake for? I hope you weren’t waiting for us” said Jacob as he handed the steaming cup of coffee to Juliette and sat beside her.
“Only woke up about half hour ago. Was dead to the world.” Ralof replied, although Suze managed to catch Juliette’s eyes and gave her a knowing look causing heat to build in Juliette’s cheeks.
“Well” Suze began. “Now we’re all here, I’d say it’s the perfect opportunity to exchange gifts, right?” She pressed play on the iPod dock, Nat King Cole suddenly filling the room.
“Gleồileg jól!“ Ralof announced as he began to distribute the presents.
The foursome chatted animatedly as gifts were passed between them. A medley of “thank yous” and “you shouldn’t haves”. Suzanne was already wearing the charm bracelet Juliette had bought for her and was admiring her new bottle of Yves Saint Laurant perfume from Ralof (this particular gift eliciting a “how did you know?” from Suze). Ralof had bought Juliette a brand new free standing mixer and a new pair of Timberland boots which thrilled Juliette to no end. Juliette watched anxiously as Jacob unwrapped his presents, unsure of how he would react. He opened the box and was stunned to see a small leather bound book inside.
“Open it” Juliette prompted gently.
Jacob opened the book onto the first page where he found a photograph of the two of them glued in with Juliette’s unmistakably neat handwriting underneath:
Out of all of the love stories in the world,
Ours is my favourite.
He gingerly turned the pages to find more photos and handwritten notes, fingers trembling slightly and breath catching in his throat.
“You made me a scrapbook?”
“Yeah… That’s not your only present by th- umph!”
Juliette was cut off mid-sentence by Jacob’s lips on hers. He pulled away to look her in the eyes
“I love it. I absolutely love it. Thank you.”
Her mouth pulled up at the corners into a bashful smile and she watched as Jacob gently turned each page, studying it with the same fervour as the last. Finally, he carefully set the book down and turned to Juliette.
“Thank you, älskling. That’s the nicest gift anyone’s ever given me.” He cupped her face with his hand, gently petting her cheek with his thumb. “Now, your turn. Here…” He handed Juliette a giant gift bag filled to the brim with presents.
“Jake!” she exclaimed. “This is too much!”
“No it’s not. You deserve it, babe. Go ahead, open them.”
There was seemingly no end to the gifts and Juliette was sure she wouldn’t need to buy clothes for the next 5 years as she tackled the mountain sized pile of gifts, unwrapping each one carefully. It was obvious that each gift had been carefully selected.
“How did you know I was looking at all this stuff?”
“I’m very observant.” Said Jacob with a wink. “I take notice of these kinds of things.”
“Honestly, Jake it’s too much. You shouldn’t have.”
“I absolutely should have and there’s one more thing I have for you.” He reached inside his sweatpants’ pocket and pulled out a small velvet jewellery box bringing the room into stunned silence. Ralof and Suze stared at the box in Jacob’s hands with bated breath.
He handed it to Juliette who took it from him with trembling hands.
“Jacob?” Juliette whispered.
“I wanted to get you something really special. Something that would mean something to you and that could remind you of me when I’m on the road. I want you to know how much I love you and how much you mean to me and it just seemed fitting that I got you something that’s as beautiful as you are.”
Juliette looked at him completely stunned. She didn’t trust her fingers to be able to navigate opening the box. Could this be what Juliette thought it was?
“Go on babe, open it.” Jake prompted gently.
She prised the box open slowly, holding her breath.
Sparkling within the box was a pair of the most exquisite diamond and blue sapphire earrings she’d ever seen.
The room collectively exhaled upon seeing the contents of the box and watched as Jacob, with uncertainty, asked “Do you like them? I know Sapphires are your birthstone…”
“I love them, babe. Thank you so much, they’re gorgeous!”
“Gorgeous earrings for a gorgeous lady.” He smiled.
Juliette put the earrings on in the mirror, admiring the way they sparkled under the Christmas lights.
“Jeez, Marky” Ralof chuckled. “You really had us going there! I thought you were about to pop the question.”
“Soon…” replied Jacob, watching Juliette look at her earrings in the mirror and feeling his heart swell. “But not yet.”
***

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