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Thank you, Santa.
Rubbing a hand over the center of my chest, I swallow hard. This girl is beyond beautiful in her thin red sweater, silky green panties with a bright red bow across the front, and those creamy long legs ending in a pair of red fuzzy socks.
I kiss her again, slower this time. Just enough so we’re both losing it a little when I pull away. “So, you’re the gift I get to unwrap on Christmas Eve?”
She blinks up at me, eyes soft. “If you’re mine.”
I nod and, bracing one arm on the counter beside her, smooth the other up the curve of her sexy thigh. Hooking a couple fingers in her panties, I draw them down as she lifts again. When they’re free, I tuck them into the pocket of my jeans. “For safekeeping. Or a keepsake.”
I’m teasing. Sort of. But damn, when she gives me that pretty eye roll, whatever shred of control I’ve been hanging on to slips, and I can’t wait anymore.
“Lie back for me.” Catching her at the bend in her knees, I part her legs and gently push forward, bringing them up toward her torso and then spreading her wide so she’s completely open to me.
I smooth my hands over her calves. “Like this. Okay?”
Her breath is coming in ragged little pants, and her cheeks match her sweater.
She nods, and I lean over her and kiss one knee and then the other.
“Noel,” she whispers, making my heart thud hard in my chest.
Dropping more slow, open-mouthed kisses along the length of her inner thigh, I hum a little. “Like it when you say my name.”
I more than like it. And I’m nearly there, driving myself fucking crazy by making myself wait to taste her when I’ve been holding back, telling myself no since the minute I met her. I suck the spot at the top of her thigh, swirling my tongue around the sensitive skin and then sucking again, harder.
She lets out a hiccupy breath, and, pretty sure I’ve left a mark, I give in and close that last distance. My lips brush the soft spread of her pussy, teasing and light. Then deeper.
I give her my tongue, and damn, I don’t know which is sweeter, the taste of her or her soft mewls as she grabs my hair.
What Idoknow? I can’t get enough of her.
Not when I add first one finger pumping in and out as I continue to nibble, kiss, and lick, and then slowly add another.
Not when she’s writhing against my mouth, clenching around my fingers harder every time I use them to twist, vee, or beckon her closer to release.
Not when my name is like a mantra on her lips, and I’m coated in her need.
I still want more.
I want her as far gone as I am. I want to take her to the brink and play with her there awhile, get her so hot and close, so needy, that she begs me to let her tip over. And when she does, I want it to be the best she’s ever had. I want to be the only guy who’s ever gotten her there, that good.
Her back arches, tempting me with a sliver of her soft belly where her sweater has ridden up. Using my free hand, I push the thin fabric higher, bunching it above the silky swells of her covered breasts.
So hot. So perfect beneath the press of my palm and brush of my thumb. And yeah, she likes that.
I slip the green cup beneath one mound, groaning when she arches harder, giving me more of her sweet taste while begging for more of my touch.
She’s so wet, her inner walls hugging and sucking at my fingers.
“Please, Noel.Please.”
Catching her beaded nipple, I give her the pressure and tug she’s begging for.
That’s all it takes.
She’s over the edge, gasping and shaking as she comes hard around the fingers I gentle inside her.
Slowly, we part.
