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I grab her hand. “Let’s find somewhere quiet so I can unwrap my Christmas gift.”Chapter FiveCeeCeeIt doesn’t take long for us to find a storage closet. In a minute, the door is locked behind us and we’ve dropped our bags.
I can’t believe that he’s suggested having a quick Merry Christmas with me, but I’m more shocked that I so willingly agreed to it.
But I also can’t believe my luck. Just when I was ready to give up on this holiday altogether. And the fact the person who I was fighting with just hours ago is now staring at me with eyes full of desire -- I feel like I somehow won the Christmas lottery.
Merry Christmas indeed.
“Do you have sex with very many strangers?” I ask, raising my eyebrows, teasing.
“Nope. Can’t say I do. And you?”
I shake my head, having never done something so reckless in my life. So romantically reckless. This encounter could give a romance novel a run for its money.
“I think we should just like, go for it. You should rip my clothes off and do all sorts of naughty things to me,” I tell him. Then I cover my face with my hands, not quite believing I just said that out loud.
“Oh, I’ll do all sorts of naughty things to you, CeeCee.”
And that’s when I realize, you don’t have to have sex with lots of strangers to make this work -- you just need to know your way around a woman.
He may not be the quintessential mountain man of my novels, but he definitely is all man. He’s lifting the hem of my shirt and I raise my arms instinctively. Then he runs his hands over my breasts, then up along my collarbone, before holding my face.
He most definitely knows what he’s doing.
“I’m going to kiss you now, CeeCee.”
I manage to eke out a yes, and then his lips are on mine. Pressing against me, soft and wanting, his palms cradle my cheeks and our mouths part.
Then his tongue is against mine. Exploring my mouth, giving me a rush of excitement, realizing what’s to come.
If his kisses feel like this... I can only imagine his cock deep inside of me.
“Oh, CeeCee, you’re so hot, I wanted to rip off your clothes when we were on the airplane. I wanted you to straddle me, and ride my cock across the sky.”
I toss back my head. “A little cheesy, Bradley. But I like the sentiment. I wanted you to rip off my clothes, too. I want you to do that now.”
I’m panting for breath as he leaves a trail of kisses from my mouth to my chest. He pulls down the lacy cups of my bra and lets my breasts fall out. He fills his mouth with my nipple, rolling his tongue around the hard nub.
In an instant, my pussy is wet, full of desire. My hands wrap around his waist, squeezing his ass, and fumbling at his jeans. I managed to unzip them as he unhooks my bra, as if not wanting anything in his way.
His jeans fall to the ground and my hand moves under his boxers.
His hands are under the waistband of my pants, too; his cold fingers grabbing my ass from underneath my panties.
“I bet your cock is so big.”
“I bet your pussy is so wet.”
My eyes close as my hands wrap around his hard, stiff, cock. I squeeze him ever so slightly, and he groans against me, his mouth crashing back against mine, as I stroke him nice and slow.
“You like that, Bradley? You like it when I touch you?”
“Hmmm,” Bradley moans his answer.
His fingers find my pussy, and rub against my well-trimmed mound, touching me in soft yet determined ways.
He is going to undo me.
“I’ve got to have you naked. Now,” he tells me.
Obediently, I step out of my pants and my shoes, pulling down my panties as I do. Making sure I turn so he sees my backside as I bend over, my ass on display.
For him.
He grabs my ass cheeks, rolling them in his palms, his fingers running down my slit from behind, all the way to my pussy. His fingers flutter over my sensitive spots. I know he can feel how wet I am for him.
I turn back around, facing him and see he’s stepped out of his clothes too. His chest is chiseled, muscles and strength, covered in inky tattoos. But my eyes run over him quickly and are drawn to his package.
Without his boxers concealing his cock, it is strong and at attention. Forceful and ready.
“Holy Merry Christmas,” I tell him. “Your cock is fucking huge.”
“You mean, it’s Merry Christmas huge.”
“Exactly.” I lick my lips, relishing his ten-inch cock. Wondering how something so big and delicious could be meant for me.
I’m also wondering how in the Merry Christmas it’s going to fit in my pussy.
