When they came home from the disastrous Moroccan-themed Christmas party of Dunder Mifflin, it was already 10pm. After changing into their sleepwear--Pam in his pajama top while he wore the bottom and a t-shirt--she had insisted they pack for the Christmas trip to her parents’ home so they could sleep in the next morning. As they were packing, the conversation invariably veered towards their DM co-workers.
“I still can’t believe we were part of an intervention”, Pam said incredulously as she folded a skirt into her bag.
“Yeah, but at least something good came out of it.” Jim replied with a grin, momentarily distracted by her bare legs and had to admit to himself that she looked better in that top than he did.
“Are you serious? What?”
“We found out that both you and Meredith are addicted to porn. Now you guys can form a Dunder Mifflin support group.”
She threw a T-shirt at him. “Shut up, it was just that one time! How many times do I need to tell you that it was an accident, Jim?”
“Alright Beesly, but I’m still not buying your ‘I was unaware it was a sex tape’ excuse.”
“It was true! Speaking of unaware, how is it that you completely missed the whole thing with Dwight and Angela?”
He gave her a look and continued packing, “Well, I was missing my fiancée like crazy, planning when I could leave for New York, non-stop thoughts about the next time she’d be naked in my arms. You know, small stuff like that can really make a guy distracted.”
Her arms came around his waist from behind. “I guess that’s a legitimate excuse”, Pam’s voice muffled into his back.
Jim turned around, enveloped her in a hug and buried his face in her hair, “Well, at least someone at Dunder Mifflin was getting lucky on a regular basis.”
“Please, that’s something I do not need to have in my head right now. Also, you’ve been getting lucky every night since I’ve been back!”
“The important question is, will I get lucky tonight?”
Pam released him and walked back to the bed to zip up her bag, “Hmmm…that depends on whether or not you’ll grant me a wish,” her eyes twinkled when she looked at him and he thought, anything you want.
Instead, he reminded her of his earlier offer during the party, “and I believe your exact words were ‘I wish you would stop rubbing that lamp in that creepy way’, weren’t they? You weren’t complaining when I was rubbing you that way this morning.”
“Jim, how could you compare me to a lamp?!?”
“Alright. What do you wish for?”
“Will you, um…, will you get me a Princess Unicorn for Christmas?” Pam said and started giggling even before she finished. He couldn’t help but laugh at how adorable she was.
Setting his bag next to hers, he drew her to him once again and felt her laughter against his chest.
“How about instead of a doll with a horn, I’ll show you my horn?” He said as he lowered his lips towards her and muffled her loud burst of laughter. His tongue slipped into her mouth and he tasted mint and Pam—quite an addicting flavor.
Soon, he was devouring her mouth as one of his hands swept down to her bottom, molding her to his front so there was no mistaking his ‘horn’ pushing insistently against her stomach. He got even harder when she moaned against his lips, and one of her hands dipped into his pajama bottom to cup him.
Pam tore her mouth away from him and said, “You’re right. Your idea is much better.”
He would've said something else but became distracted when she started to unbutton the shirt and bared her breasts. Jim had always loved everything about his Pam (that probably had something to do with the fact that he was over the moon for her). But her breasts? It was as if they were made for Jim Halpert’s hands. He could cup her breasts and they would overflow a bit which never failed to arouse him even more. When they first made love and he was free to touch her everywhere, he discovered just how perfect she was for him. It was as if she was made especially for him and vice versa. To say that they had a healthy sex life would probably be an understatement. He thinks, unconsciously, that they’re still making up for all the lost time.
Now, looking at her standing there with only an unbuttoned pajama top and underwear, he couldn’t get out of his clothes quick enough.
As soon as he was naked, he took off her shirt and panties, then walked her backward to the bed until both of them tumbled onto it and he was straddling her. Hands on either side of her head, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on her red lips.
“I love you, Pam”, Jim said with his lips just a whisper from hers.
He watched as her expression softened and her mouth quirked into a smile, “I love you too”, Pam said as she pulled his head down towards her and kissed him. “You know, you’re all I want for Christmas.”
“Good. Cause I’m all you’re getting.” His hands moved down to cup her breasts and knead them lightly. “The presents under the tree are for other people. Not you.”
Her “Hey!” was followed by a swat on his ass.
He held her hand and pulled it over her head. “Other people named Pam. Jeez, can’t you take a joke.” Before she could say anything else, he leaned down to kiss her again.
After a few minutes of heavy kissing, the kind that involved tongue and teeth, his mouth pulled away from her and moved down her neck, licking and tasting until he got to her breasts. Sitting up slightly, his hands pushed her breasts together until they formed a deep cleavage. Dipping his head, he drew one of her nipples into his mouth and suckled. He was sure that he could spend hours lavishing attention on her breasts (and did on numerous occasions) but Pam’s whimpering and writhing caused him to slide one of his hands downward. As his mouth moved to the other breast, he dipped a finger between her thighs, marveling at how wet she was already.
“Do you know how incredible you feel to me?” he mumbled around her nipple.
“I have…an inkling.”
He eased his mouth away from her and looked down at her beautiful face, dipping a second finger into her. “Do you really?” He kissed her deeply before speaking again. “It’s like you’re the fantasy from my wettest dream except you’re real and I can do this,” fingers retreat just to plunge deeper, “whenever, and I still can’t get over my craving for you.”
“Me too. Can’t get…oh god, that’s good. I can’t get enough of you.”
He plunged a third finger into her and made her moan out, “Jim, now! I need you in me.”
“Is that another of your wishes or is it a command?” He couldn’t help but tease her, gradually sliding into her—not nearly deep enough—only to quickly withdraw.
When they were first together, it had taken him a great deal of diligent practice before he was able to slow himself down from thrusting frenziedly into her when his cock was near her. He learned that by teasing her with the head of his cock, rubbing her just right, Pam would soon start using words that she would rarely say in other circumstances. For some reason, hearing his Pam talk dirty made him hard as stone and they would soon be mindlessly fucking like rabbits.
“Yes! Both, either--I don’t care! Fuck me now!”
“Your wish is my command,” he said. He hurriedly rearranged the pillows, placing a couple under her bottom. He knelt between her legs, thrusting halfway inside her, the sensation amazing enough to make his eyes almost cross. Looking up, he saw Pam lick her lips, gazing transfixed at the area where they were joined. She raised her eyes to meet his. Holding her gaze, he thrust a bit harder into her, pulling back a little and thrusting again, each time moving deeper and deeper into her wetness until he was buried to the hilt inside her.
He had to still for a moment, taking time breathe so that he didn’t pass out from an overload of pleasure. He knew if he didn’t start moving, he could come right then and there because it’s Pam and she was pulsing around him. Before he could start moving, Pam moved one of her hands down to settle on her lower tummy.
“I can feel you here. You’re…so full inside me…”
At her words, he gave up trying to go slowly, mostly because at that moment his brain had shut off and his cock was in charge. Pulling halfway out, he slammed back into her, making her breasts jiggle and shoving her a bit higher on the bed. Deep, then deeper until the only sounds in the room were their loud panting, the wet sound of him penetrating her, the creaking of the mattress.
The only things he saw were her breasts bouncing wildly, her heavy-lidded eyes, and open lips. Afraid of fucking her too hard and hurting her neck against the frame of their bed, he reached out one hand and braced it against the wall, hoping that would help cushion her head somewhat.
Still thrusting into her, he leaned down and fiercely took her lips. Their tongues tangling, the feel of her inner walls pulling at him, urging him to go deeper until he was completely absorbed into her, was pushing him close to his climax.
“Pam, come for me. I…need you…to come.”
“Just…just put your finger there. I’m so close”, she panted.
At that moment, Jim wished that he had more hands so he could feel her everywhere at once. Reaching down between them, he found her and touched her in that way he knew would set her off. He was right.
“Oh god! Yes...yes…right there…Jim! Harder! Yes!”
He came hard and deep inside her, right on the heel of her climax, her wet warmth milking him. Still he couldn’t stop thrusting into her, couldn’t stop trying to go even deeper, just…couldn’t stop.
“You…feel…so….fucking good.” He said in between panting and riding out his climax. Her hands were clutching his ass, urging him to keep thrusting into her because she was writhing, on the verge of a second orgasm. He was still thrusting hard into her and hitting all the right spots. Neither could stop moving, him still thrusting and her still lifting her hips to meet him.
Moments later, Jim was still lying on top of Pam, his head buried on the side of her neck, both trying to catch their breath.
“Wow.” She panted, too tired to say anything more than one syllable.
Afraid of crushing her, Jim reversed their positions, holding her close to him, on top of him, not wanting to relinquish the most elemental connection, a connection that they both relish.
At that moment, gradually softening inside of her, all he could think was what a great way to start the holidays.
