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"I'm sure you'll do amazing." I dig my fingers into her hair, pulling her toward me. She opens her mouth and takes me in, swirling her tongue around my length. "Fuck yes, you don't even have to have a rhythm, just seeing you like this."
She pulls back. "Like what?" Her hazel eyes are hot and cloudy with passion.
"On your knees in front of me with your mouth wrapped around my cock. Knowing that you're doing this because you want to please me and yourself? That's a goddamn turn on. Open that mouth wide, Kara. Let me slide in and out." She does as I ask, as I hold her steady, pulling her down my length. "Yeah, breathe through your nose. You're doing so good."
Reaching down, I cup her tits through her shirt. She moans loudly, letting me know by sucking me further down her throat.
She pulls off me with a pop. "What do you need from me to make you come? I want it more than I've ever wanted anything. I want to make you feel the way you make me feel."
I cup her jaw in my palm. "You do make me feel that way. You don't have to give me head to make me want you. I want you with everything I have, every time I see you. I love everything about you, including the way you get me off. You never have to wonder about that. But if you want me to come relax that jaw, and let me thrust."
She does exactly what I ask her to do, and gives me free rein over her. Throwing my head back, I fuck her face, but not in a disrespectful way. Judging by the grip of her fingers on my thighs, she's all in with me, and as I feel the tightening at my back, I warn her. "Gonna come for you. If you don't want it in your mouth, you need to pull it back now."
Kara takes it all, and as my vision fades, I hope this becomes a tradition for the day we put our Christmas tree up.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Kara
Ispent a day last weekend with my family celebrating Christmas, and now I'm heading to Boone's to celebrate it with Abel's family. Last I heard, even his mom is coming, which I know means a lot to him. I didn't have a chance to get a lot of gifts, and the one I have for Abel isn't one I can share in front of others. After our time in front of the Christmas tree the day we put it up, I got an idea. I can't wait to put it into motion, but for now we need to spend time with family.
I pull into the driveway, watching as Abel comes out of the backdoor. "Hey! Do you need help bringing stuff in?"
"Yeah, if you don't mind." My breath hangs in the air, white puffs of smoke. "Brought a chocolate fudge cake, and I don't trust myself carrying it with how slick it is."
"Chocolate fudge cake? You really do love me, don't you? That's my favorite."
"You never told me, but every time I sell it at the truck, you order it. My box of gifts is small."
He cups my face in his palm. "Doesn't matter. You didn't have to bring anything."
"I know, but I couldn't come here with nothing. The only people here are your mom, her husband, Lex, your dad, Jasper, and you? Barrett isn't here, right? I didn't get him anything."
He pushes out a small laugh. "He's at home with his family today. You're safe."
"Okay, I would feel awful."
He puts his arm around me, escorting me inside, while he carries my box one-handed. It's annoying and also endearing how strong he is. I like to be a strong, independent woman, but if there's anything I'm willing to do? It's let him be the type of man who does the little things for me. "C'mon, Kara. Let's get inside, it's cold."
"Okay. I'm nervous, but okay."
* * *
Three hours later, I'm wondering why I was nervous to begin with. Everything has gone pretty smoothly, and we're now sitting in front of the tree, waiting for presents to be handed out. Abel leans in close to my ear. "Reminds you of what we did in front of my tree, right?"
My face heats. "It does, and I have something for you later. The present I'm giving you now is just a placeholder."
"Oh yeah?" He raises an eyebrow.
"Yeah."
We turn our attention to Boone, who's opening the first gift from me. I'm really nervous about this one. I don't know a whole lot about him, other than what I've seen and heard. He opens the envelope, and as he sees what it says, he whistles. "Is this for real?"
"Yeah," I grin. "I hope you like it."
"What is it?" Abel questions, leaning over, nosy as ever.
"It's a gift certificate for a tour at the Buffalo Trace Distillery, in Kentucky."
