Page 28 of Tinsel & Timber
That damn mistletoe is still hanging on the porch, and she’s tricked me into standing under itagain.
“Mistletoe,” she whispers before pressing her lips to mine.
Of course.Mistletoe.I make a mental note to tear the damn thing down the moment she’s not looking. Not because I don’t want to keep kissing her, but because I don’t want to have to sucker punch some wise ass that somehow accidently ends up standing underneath it anywhere near her.
When she breaks our kiss, she tosses me a wink then playfully swats my chest. “Back to work. This porch won’t restore itself.”
“I did not sign up for this,” I mutter under my breath.
Hours pass by as we work side by side.
The sun dips low, the world feels quiet and golden. My back aches in a satisfying way. She stands on the top porch step, studying the rail we’ve just finished, her face flushed from cold and effort.
“It’s beautiful,” she says softly.
“So are you.”
She freezes, eyes flicking to mine. “You’re not even trying to be subtle anymore, are you?”
“No.”
“Good.”
That one word, simple and unguarded, hits like a spark lightly a fire.
We don’t make it very far inside. The minute the front door shuts, I’m on her again. Needing another taste. Mara meets me with equal force and longing.
The sound of the wind outside, the creak of the oldfloorboards, her quiet sighs—it all weaves together into something that feels likehome.
“That shower upstairs is big enough for two,” I mumble against her lips. “Let me clean you up.”
Mara laughs. “Something tells me you’re only going to make me all dirty again.”
I toss her over my shoulder and swat her ass. “Damn straight.”
She lets me carry her up the steps and deposit her on her feet in the bathroom. It’s yet another room in the house that she’s scrubbed clean. Still needs a little work, but it’ll serve its purpose.
The old pipes rattle when I turn the handles.
Mara strips out of clothes that are covered in dust and I lick my lips as her nipples pebble when the air hits them.
“You’re staring again,” she purrs.
“I can’t take my eyes off of you,” I tell her. “Everything about you is so damn perfect.”
“Yeah? Well, if you don’t mind, could you get naked so I can enjoy the view too?”
I shake my head but do as she’s asked.
Together we step into the hot shower and Mara lets me wash away the day’s dirt and hard work.
She moans as I lather and massage her shoulders. Purrs like a kitten while I wash her hair.
By the time I’ve finished taking care of her, pre-cumis leaking from the tip of my dick. I feel like a horny teenager who can’t control himself, but Mara doesn’t seem to mind.
“Your turn,” she says, grabbing her body wash and squirting it into her hands. She starts at my shoulders and works her way down, slowly, until her hand wraps around my length.
“This might be my favorite part of your body,” she teases, stroking me.
