Page 17 of Coffee and Christmas Kisses
“Do you have…?”
Desperate, I groped around for my nightstand. When I realized I’d never get to it, I looked back at Cole. “Top drawer.”
It only took him a few seconds to find the lube and condoms and the next thing I knew, he was ripping a condom open and slidingit on. I watched, eager anticipation quivering through me, as he poured lube into his hand and stroked himself before letting his hand drop to my ass and lube up my entrance.
“Comeon,” I murmured, eager and ready.
At that, Cole smirked, lined his cock up with my hole, and pushed inside me. I let my eyes flutter closed briefly and let the sensations wash over me as Cole took me apart. He thrust in slowly at first, letting me adjust to him, to the stretching and aching pleasure of the burn as he filled me. Soon, he was pressed in to the hilt, his pelvis against the muscles of my ass. He lowered himself until he was resting on his forearms, kissing me hungrily before he withdrew and thrust in again.
I arched my back and rocked back down onto his thick cock, fucking myself just as much as he was fucking me. The room filled with the sounds of our bodies coming together, our harsh breathing and soft groans. My cock throbbed and ached, the friction of our bodies too much to handle. I knew I couldn’t hold off long.
His breathing became tighter and Cole broke the kiss, our gazes meeting, locking on one another. Cole’s thrusts intensified and he groaned deeply after each one. Between our bodies, my cock leaked furiously. All at once, I came, moaning and bucking my hips into his, spurting thick strands between our stomachs. My ass clenched around his cock over and over, and a few seconds later, Cole cried out and came, filling the condom inside of me.
Once he’d fucked through his aftershocks, he slowly withdrew, gripping the condom as he did. I whimpered, missing the fullness already, and watched as Cole wordlessly discarded the condom in my bedside trash can and collapsed into bed next to me. We lay there for a long while, just catching our breaths.
When I felt like my breathing was back to normal, he let out a deep, contented sigh. “Well…”
I turned to face him. “Well what?”
“I was just thinking, you never did fulfill your promise.”
My brows furrowed. “What promise?”
“You said you’d teach me how to make those cookies.”
With a startled laugh, I nodded in concession. “You’re right. Do you still want to learn?”
He grinned and kissed me quickly. “Let’s get cleaned up first and then see how we feel.” He put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close. “We have all the time in the world now, don’t we?”
“That we do,” I murmured. “That we do.”
Epilogue - One Year Later - Christmas Eve
Cole
“You’ve got a littlesomething…” I gestured to West’s face.
He wiped at his cheek, further smudging flour on his cheekbone. “Here?”
I reached out and wiped it away with my thumb. “Got it.” I grinned and leaned in, kissing him quickly. Instead of pulling away, I lingered, lengthening the kiss more than I’d intended, deepening it, parting my lips and letting our tongues slide together. I wrapped my hand around the back of West’s neck and held him close as we kissed.
A few moments later, West groaned and pulled away. “We’re never going to get these cookies baked if you keep that up.”
I shrugged and kissed him again, lightly. My voice was a whisper when I spoke. “Who cares?”
He leveled me with a look. “You wanted to take cookies to your mom’s place for Christmas.Homemadecookies. You know she’s going to love them.”
With a sigh, I turned back to the table. “Fine. We have the dry ingredients mixed. Now what?”
I watched as West mixed the dry and wet ingredients and the mixture became a dough. “See? Now that this is together, we just break off pieces to roll into a ball, and then coat it with the cinnamon sugar mixture.”
He demonstrated the first one, and once he had, I was confident I could do the same. “Got it.”
It didn’t take long until the snickerdoodles were lined up neatly on a baking sheet and ready to go into the oven. Once he’d closed them in and set the timer, West leaned back against the counter. “That’s all there is to it.”
I gave him a wicked grin and took a few steps forward until I was pressed against him. “Now what?” I murmured.
“Usually I clean up the mess while they bake.” He sounded calm except for the hitch in his breath when he said “mess” at the same time that I’d palmed the front of his jeans.
