Page 56 of Christmas Candy

I laughed again. “No. The boys offered but we stayed in and had a video game fest instead. Is that all right?”

“That’s… That’s actually perfect.” She giggled. “Dorks.”

I laced my fingers through hers. “You’re the only one for me, Jess. Forever. I need you to know that.”

“I do. I can’t wait to be your wife.”

I ran my hand up her arm, goose bumps breaking out along her bare skin. “So, now that we’ve made up, perhaps we can do something to seal the deal?”

“We can’t see each other before the wedding.” Her voice was chiding.

I grinned and dropped to my knees. “I don’t need to see you to eat your pussy.”

Jess

“Michael, you can’t,” I said, but he was already lifting up my skirt.

He ran his hands along my garters. “Oh, I like these. A lot.”

Pushing my thighs apart, he exhaled along my thighs.

I squirmed and tried to close my legs. The blindfold just made the sensations stronger, every touch amplified a thousand times.

He pushed harder. “Oh no, wildcat. I need a taste. Just a quick one. The real feast comes later tonight.”

His fingers inched up my thighs and then he fingered the edge of my white lace panties. “I bet these look amazing.” He pushed them aside.

“Michael,” I reached down to his hair.

“No.” He swatted my hand away. “Do you have any idea how much trouble I’d be in if you messed up my ‘do?”

I laughed but then his mouth was hot and wet against me and I gripped the sofa, digging my nails into the fabric.

“Oh my god.”

He made an mmm sound against me and licked from my entrance to my clit.

“Michael, please,” I gasped. “We’re in a church!”

My plea fell on deaf ears. He pressed harder against my thighs and fastened his mouth around my nub, lashing it with his tongue, the piercing touching me just right. My hips moved against him despite my efforts to resist. When he sank two fingers inside me, I was gone. I rubbed my pussy against his face, ignoring where I was, what I was wearing, the fact that I was getting married in under an hour. All I could think was how good his mouth felt on me, how amazing his fingers worked inside me.

I was fucking his face in the house of the Lord and nothing short of a lightning bolt or being dowsed with holy water would make me stop.

The pressure built inside me. He was holding nothing back, going after my clit and moving his fingers on my spot. My hips were wild against him, rubbing his face, his tongue. He groaned as I seized and made a strangled sound. I came in a rush, shattering and calling his name as he continued to tongue me beneath my wedding dress. When my body finally relaxed, he withdrew his fingers, kissed my pussy, then straightened my panties.

I could feel him standing and pushing down the stack of tulle that was my skirt.

“I don’t know if this looks right, and not just because I can’t see it.” He kept patting the dress.

“It’s fine. I’ll fix it. It’s—”

“Glad you lovebirds made up.” Daisy’s voice. How long had she been in here?

“I just walked in. Calm down. Though everyone in the church heard you moaning ‘Michael’ you dirty hussy.” Daisy laughed.

I wanted to melt into the couch.

“Come on, Michael. Don’t you have a woman to mar— Jesus, you are the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen.” Craig’s voice.

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