Page 20 of Wrapped Up in Holly

She glided one hand down her side, over her waist and hip, to the top of the panties. “Here.”

I nodded, my mouth practically watering. “Definitely there.”

She lowered the plaid underwear an inch, the fingers of her right hand disappearing beneath the fabric while she brushed her thumb over her nipple.

I ripped my eyes from real life Holly to look at video Holly on the screen of my cell phone. “Fuck. How do you feel?”

Her eyes closed momentarily as her fingers moved, and though I couldn’t quite see, I knew what she was doing, how the soft skin of her pussy would feel, how wet she would be. Her chest rose and fell on an inhale and then she met my gaze, answering, “Impatient.”

“Hm?” I’d almost forgotten what I’d asked her, too lost to the sight of my wife touching herself. “You feel impatient?”

She nodded, lips parting on a sigh.

“It’s been a long time.” It had been a lot of months since we’d had sex, but more than that, it’d been years since we’d done this, played, had fun. “I’m sorry,” I said, “but I’m going to make it up to you.” When she didn’t move or make a sound, I tipped my chin to her. “Come here.”

She removed her hand from her underwear and walked over to me, standing between my open legs. I took her hand, shiny with her arousal, and slipped her fingers into my mouth, sucking them clean. “You have one more outfit to put on for me.”

She nodded, her tongue sliding over her lips, and I gave into a smile, grateful she was allowing me to make it up to her. To make up for all the time I’d wasted in the fields. All the moments I should have told her how much she meant to me. After all, she gave up a whole other life to be here with me, so I needed to make sure it was worth it.Wewere worth it.

I handed her the scraps of satin and lace then smacked her bare ass. “Can’t wait to see you in it.”

She trotted off, her bottom lip between her teeth, and I readjusted my hard cock for what felt like the hundredth time.I’d polished off my beer by the time she returned, and my jaw dropped.

“You’re the best Christmas present I’ve ever given myself.”

She twirled in front of me, the navy lace completely sheer with satin bows tied at her breastbone and on either side of her hips. I was going to undo them with my teeth. I patted my thigh. “Come here.”

She complied, straddling my lap with her hands on either side of my shoulders. “I am a bit cold, though.”

I dipped my gaze to her hard nipples and skimmed my hands over her shoulders and arms before gripping her hips and shifting her right over my erection. “You’ll warm up. I promise.”

A shadow of a grin passed over her features, but I kissed it away. We were all teeth and tongue, hurried and sloppy, almost like we were trying to finish before the kids woke up, but I pulled away, remembering. “We have all night.”

She breathed out a laugh. “Yeah. All night. “

I curved my hand around her breast and bent to lick her nipple through the lace. “And tonight is about you. Making you come as many times as possible.” I licked and sucked at the hollow of her throat until she was grinding on me. I probably should have enjoyed her more in this get-up, but I was as impatient as she was, and I tugged at the bow at her chest with my teeth, unraveling it. The deep blue was so pretty on her, it was almost a shame to see it on the floor, but as soon as she shrugged the bra off, I held both of her breasts in my hands, worshiping each one.

Holly dropped her head back to her shoulders, moaning, her fingers digging into the hair at the back of my head, holding me to her. But I wasn’t going anywhere. Even as she rode me like we were kids again. I could feel the heat of her pussy through my jeans, and the zipper was probably damp. This was the best I’d felt in a long damn time.

Her breathing sped up, her movements jerky, and I knew I needed to help her along. I unwrapped the bows on either side of her hips, the poor excuse for underwear falling away, and I slipped two fingers between us, trailing them over her clit and between the seam of her pussy, making sure to coat my fingers in her wetness before circling her clit again and again.

“Yes, yes,” she groaned, eyes closed, pressing down harder on my hand until I stilled her.

“Let me help you,” I said, holding her away from me just enough so I could push my fingers inside her, and she sighed, shoulders sagging, as she opened her eyes to me again.

“That’s it, baby. Let go and use me.”

With a single nod, she tightened her grip on my shoulders and undulated back and forth. I could feel her inner muscles clenching around my fingers, her clit brushing my thumb with every pass. I sucked on her nipple, licked at her throat, drawing every ounce of pleasure out of her until she was panting and moaning. “I’m coming. I’m coming.”

As if I didn’t know, and I smiled against the swell of her breast. I knew everything about my wife. From the sleepy smack of her lips every morning as she blinked awake to the way she always told me she was orgasming.

And I would be hearing that chant I knew so well many,manytimes before I let her fall asleep tonight.

Holly

Ididn’t know when I woke up this morning that I’d be ice skating at Rockefeller Center with my boyfriend, but here we were, laughing as he fell over for the umpteenth time.

“My ass is going to be bruised,” he grumbled.

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