Page 23 of Five Days of Christmas Spice

My body hums in satisfaction, but my head feels floaty. He’s staring at me intently, steadying my reply.

“No, I’m good to continue.”

“I’m so pleased that you gave me your trust, Holly. That you’re playing this game with me,” he palms my breast and gently squeezes it.

“I am, too,” I exhale, shuddering, and gently drag my hand across his jaw.

Noel grabs my hand and sets it on my thigh. “I want that second taste. Ready?”

“Yes, Noel. Give me what you got.”

“Gorgeous, Holly.” He presses a finger to my lip, slowly tracing the outline. Without lifting his finger, he traces a line down my collarbone, over my breast, and down my tummy to my mound. He bends his head. I spread my legs.

He licks my inner thighs; his warm tongue in this sensitive area sets off a new wave of sparks, and I grab at his shoulders.

“I like that!”

He takes his time licking every inch of my inner thigh, then swiftly moves to my clit. I grab his head, and for a moment, I wish he’d throw me down on the bed, but that’s a little too fast for both of us.

I settle back against the window, my body warm now, and get lost in his licks and laps, enjoying the picture of this strong man kneeling between my legs, giving me pleasure.

He increases his rhythm faster and harder. His tongue strikes at my clit, his nose presses right to my seam.

“Noel!”

I’m gone, lost in a burst of pleasure. I squirm on the seat, closing my eyes tightly. Hot tears fall down my face, and I gasp for breath.

“Come here, Holly.” Noel moves beside me on the bench and wraps an arm around me. “Making you fall apart in pleasure is the best Christmas I’ve had in a long time.” His voice is thick with emotion.

I cup his face, and this time he doesn’t stop me. “I needed that. Thanks.” It’s an odd thing to say, but I want to say something to express that he’s brought me relief for the first time in so long, connecting me to my body’s wants that I’ve ignored.

I reach for the bowl of whipped cream. Scooping a dollop on my finger, I dabble some on his lips.

He stares at me, his eyes wide, and before I lose my nerve, I kiss him.

He tastes of mint and sweetness from the whipped cream, and I twine his tongue with mine. A growl emanates from his lips, and he grabs my head and takes control of the kiss, his tongue dominating mine.

He groans, and I bask in the high of making this man utter that sound and yield to his exploring tongue, his soft lips against mine.

“Merry Christmas Eve, Holly.” He drapes an arm around me, pulling me tight against him.

“Merry Christmas Eve, Noel.”

His expression draws tight. “Would you like to go further or leave it for tonight?”

My body feels languid and heavy, my head floating with the after-effects of our intimacy, but my thoughts are a knotted mess.

“I want to leave it here. But I feel you didn’t get a turn.”

“Sweet Holly.” He kisses my cheek gently. “Giving you pleasure is enough for me.”

Noel stands and takes my hand in his. “I’ll see you tomorrow for the first day of Kinkmas.”

“I’m not sending you out into the cold on Christmas Eve, am I?” Half of me wants to ask him to stay, but I need the space to process what we just did.

“No, Holly.”

Past boyfriends claimed that I needed too much alone time. But with my job, being alone sometimes is the only way I can decompress, and I guess it’s become a habit.

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