Page 22 of Honkers Under the Holly

“I want you too much. Why did I ever think we should take it slow?” she whispered, pulling me down for a kiss that fritzed out every brain cell I had. Her hands mapped the muscles of my back while I explored the sweet curve of her waist, the full roundness of her breasts, perfect in my palms.

“All I want right now is to explore every part of you I’ve spent the past few weeks memorizing.” I pressed kisses down her throat, loving how she arched into me.

“Every gorgeous inch.” My lips found the swell of her breast. “Every perfect curve.”

She shivered as my hands slid down to grip her hips, thumbs tracing those beautiful marks that told the story of her. Sara Jayne guided my hand between the plush swell of her thigh,guiding me to where she needed me the most. But since we’d waited this long, I was going to take my time lavishing attention on every spot from the top of her head to those delectable little toes.

“Let me, sweetheart.” I murmured against her skin. “I’ve spent too long fantasizing this for you to hurry me past any single part of you.”

She sucked in a soft breath. “You fantasize about me?”

“Oh, fuck yes, I do. Let me show you,” I whispered, trailing kisses down the soft swell of her stomach. “Let me show you exactly what has me on Santa’s naughty list this year.”

I swirled my tongue around her belly button, wanting to give her a hint at exactly what I was dying to do. Her soft belly deserved to be worshipped just as much as the rest of her. Someday I hoped to feel our baby growing right here.

Her curves filled my hands as I worshipped my way down between her thighs and reveled in the sweet gasp and guttural sigh when I finally spread her legs, revealing a carefully sculpted thatch of hair and a delightfully bare pussy.

The glow of all the Christmas lights outside our window painted her skin in golden light and shadows, making her look like something out of a dream—except she was real, gloriously real, and finally mine.

“This right here has definitely earned me some coal in my stocking.” The words fell between kisses and nips from the inside of one of her thighs to the other. I traced the curve of her inner thigh, licking my way up to the fullness of that plump pussy that was calling to me to revel in it. “Because I’ve definitely jacked off in the shower, imagining being right here, licking, and teasing, and tasting you, until you melt for me.”

“Mac...” Her voice caught as my lips found that most sensitive spot, and I sucked her swollen clit between my teeth. “Please...yes. I need you, I need more.”

I gave her exactly what she asked for and flicked my tongue over and over until her thighs were shaking and she was mumbling incomprehensibly... or actually, that might be German.

It was now my goal to get her to forget how to speak English because I fried her brain with my head between her legs. The way her moans were rising in pitch, she was close to coming, and I couldn’t wait to push her over the edge.

“Mein gott.” She slid one of her hands into my hair and gripped it tight. “Oh, das fühlt sich so gut an. Genau da. Hör nicht auf.”

Later I was going to get her to teach me how to dirty talk in German too.

With one last move, I pushed two fingers inside her wet channel and that did it. She arched her back and her pussy clenched down hard on my fingers. “Ja, ja, oh Gott, ja.”

My mind and body warred with whether I wanted to draw this orgasm out as long as I could, and crawling back up her body and finally getting to feel her pussy squeezing my cock like she was my fingers.

She made the decision for me, yanking me up to kiss me long and hard. I was absolutely loving how confident she was in her own sexuality, her body, and what she enjoyed. So many women I’d been with tried to hide themselves, wanted the lights out, or to leave some of their clothes on. Not my girl.

She fit herself against me, soft where I was hard, curves meeting angles like we were made for each other. When her legs wrapped around my hips, drawing me closer, the last threads of my control nearly snapped.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” I breathed against her lips. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

“Mmm. I do want that, but it’s my turn.” She reached between our bodies and found my cock, giving it one hard stroke.

“If I knew how to swear in German, I would.” I couldn’t help but thrust into her hand even though I was far too turned on to let her touch me like this for very long. Not if I wanted to be inside of her tight pussy. And I very much wanted that. “But I promise, there are no turns. It makes me so fucking hot to see you come for me.”

“Which I did.” She swirled her fingers around my tip and my cock begged me to let her continue. “So now I want to make you come for me.”

“Oh, honey. I promise I will.” I grabbed her hand and pulled it back up, kissing her fingers. Then I grabbed a condom from the bedside table and pressed it into her hand. “But I want to come when I’m buried deep in your pretty pussy, and you’re milking me with your third or fourth or fifth orgasm.”

She waggled her eyebrows at me and slid the condom over my cock. “How did you know multiple orgasms are my favorite Christmas present?”

“Just because I’m on the naughty list doesn’t mean you’re not on the very, very good list.”

“Ooh. Call me a naughty girl and give me orgasms, and I’ll put you on my good list.”

I barely gave her a chance to finish that sentence before I had her hands over her head and my cock at the entrance of her pussy. “We are both going to have so much fun exploring every single one of those kinks you’ve been hiding from me, naughty girl.”

She wrapped her legs around my waist and I pushed just the tip of my cock in. Both of our eyes rolled back into our heads at the intensity of joining our bodies. But I took a deep breath and refocused on her. “Look at me, my sweet and sexy Sara Jayne. Iwant to see the swirls of lust in your eyes as I bury myself all the way into your wet pussy.”

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