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Gentle and slow, then rough and quick.
It continued that way even as he teased me with the tip of his tongue on my clit.
Although it was terrifying because…well…
My muscles tensed, my eyes becoming heavy. I was convulsing around his fingers, sizzling electricity racing up my spine.
My orgasm ripped through me, and I held onto Nick, afraid I was going to draw blood with the way I was raking at his scalp.
It felt like Nick was Santa, controlling the reins of the sleigh ride he was taking me on. Stars detonated behind my eyes as I imagined being taken up into the night sky.
On Dasher.
On Dancer.
On Prancer and Vixen.
On Comet and Cupid.
On Donner and Blitzen.
My euphoria slipped away, disappearing behind a cloud like Santa and his eight reindeer. By the time my vision beganclearing and I came back down to the ground, it felt like it had been a dream. Just as most indescribable, magical things did.
“That was…” I looked around the room, trying to bring myself back to the here and now before I allowed my gaze to land on Nick. He was sporting a condescending smile, his obvious amusement meeting the corners of his eyes and creating lines.
He got up and brought his fingers to his mouth, licking me off until there was none left to be had. “Oh, don’t mind me, Candy cane. I’m just enjoying your sweetness.”
I licked my lips. “It wouldn’t be polite to interrupt someone while they’re…eating.” It was one of the most subtly suggestive things I’d said in recent times, but I liked that I could be this way with Nick again. I always had been able to, and I appreciated the freedom he gave me when we were intimate.
“Nothing about that little performance was polite.”
“If you say so,” I responded coyly, hitching one shoulder as I turned around, ready to saunter away, but mostly prepared to give him a showing. I swayed my hips and arched my back in a way that made my butt seem more pronounced. “Daddy Nick.” The nickname had been on the tip of my tongue, but I finally tossed it out there.
I couldn’t see Nick’s face, but I imagined he was grinning, probably cockily.
Chapter 28
No brunettes. No blondes.
Nick
Not a twinge of coldness marred her angelic face. This time was different than the last, and she knew it as well as I did.
Quiet quilted the room, her cheeks blushed a soft pink like those of Mrs. Claus. Her eyes roamed over my body, comfortably, seductively. Either her brain had turned to mush with the orgasm she had just experienced, or the frigidity that had been consuming her body, heart, and soul for the better part of our marriage had spread to her tongue.
A smile danced on the corners of my lips, though, because it wasn’t any of that. In fact, as I watched her teeth rake over her lower lip, I gave her a languid expression. “I’m no stranger to that feeling, Candy cane.” Genuine cockiness seeped through my statement.
“What feeling would that be?”
“The feeling of longing tingling all over your body.” I angled my head, my eyes never once leaving her downcast ones. “But you don’t have to feel that way, do you? I married a wise woman who knows that she can come and take what she wants at any given time. I’d give you the fucking world, but for now, compromise?” I offered her a hand to join me where I sat underneath the Christmas tree.
Her eyes widened as she stared at my hand, never moving to actually take it. “Are you offering yourself up as my Christmaspresent?” She cleared her throat. “You are under the tree, after all. So, what is the meaning of it?”
I left my hand out for her to take, which she would do…eventually. Meanwhile, my other one was occupied stroking my hard cock. I needed the relief, but I also needed to know that I wouldn’t come within seconds of being inside of her. Candy’s hole was tight, ridiculously so. It was like being with a virgin, only worse, because I was never prepared enough to sink into her to my death. Not that I would have minded such a death. That would have been some way to be connected for life.
For fuck’s sake, my arm was going to fall asleep before she followed my cue and straddled my lap like a good girl. “The way I see it, you have two choices.”
Her tongue darted out, licking her top lip, then her bottom one before disappearing back in her mouth. Her throat strained with a rather intense swallow. She was stubborn and defiant. All of those things were muffled by the arousal that was drying on her inner thighs from where it had seeped out of her earlier. Her pussy was swollen and glistening. She needed relief. Again. One orgasm had never been enough for Candy, so I wasn’t shocked that was the case now.
