Page 18 of Santa Baby

“Hmm, a naked one.”

I try to sit up but he holds me to him so I can’t pull away. “I don’t think…I’m ready for that.”

He chuckles but doesn’t move his hands from where they came to rest before he started talking about massaging me naked. “Alright, maybe not soon then. Can I ask for something though?”

“Um…” What could he possibly want? “Maybe.”

He doesn’t laugh this time, but a big smile still stretches across his face, “Can I have a kiss?”

I try to think of a way he could be trying to trick me but can’t. His face doesn’t hold any mischief or show that he’s up to something. Maybe…he just really wants a kiss. “Yes.”

He quickly changes the way we are positioned with me being more to his side. I don’t move towards him but wait for him to come to me. Both of us sit looking at one another until he finally gives me a soft smile. “I want a kiss from you. I want you to kiss me this time.”

“Oh.” My brows lift as understanding dawns on me. He wants me to be in control this time. “Okay. Um…”

I try to think of how best to go about this without flashing him my boobs or having our bodies touch too much. I have to focus and can’t do that knowing we’re skin to skin. I come up on my knees and lean forward catching myself with a hand while the other one is wrapped around my breasts. Not that it seems to be doing the job since there is a lot more of them than I have hand to cover them with.

I press my lips together and lick my lips nervously before leaning in and touching my mouth to his. He doesn’t move or react but instead lets me become used to what it feels like being the one giving him a kiss instead of the one being kissed. I go back in for another buzz of lips when he sinks his fingers in my hair and cups the back of my head. I gasp out but he doesn’t pull me to him or move another way.

“You’re doing great, angel.”

His praise has me licking my lips and trying again. This time when I settle my lips against his I linger a little longer, playing with the full lower swell. I gently let my tongue come out and explore the softness under my lips and he readily opens for me, letting me in without me having to ask. Instead of surging in like he did when I opened mine I cautiously prod the hidden spaces until I become more sure of my welcome.

By the time we are really working each other’s mouths, Nic has moved one of his arms around the tops of my shoulders but doesn’t try to pull me closer to him or use it to cop a feel. And then the sound of his mother’s voice echoes up the stairs and has both of us pulling apart.

“Oh my God!”

My eyes widen, the blood rushing out of my face as the reality of what we are doing truly sets in. My eyes flash over to where the towel is and prepare to run for it. But Nic has other plans.

“You’ll never make it in time.”

He slides over until he is facing the door and pulls me into his arms holding me like we were when he was rubbing my shoulders but now his hands are not on my shoulders. One of his big arms band across my breasts as he covers one with his palm. He doesn’t try to make space between us this time and our bodies clash against one another and slide together so I can feel every inch of him pressed against me. At the feel of his huge…my eyes widen at the heat and solidness of him nestled against my ass and lower back.

“Oh my God!”

It doesn’t come out above a whisper so both of us can hear his mom talking to Noelle. “Let’s go let your momma know we’re back so she won’t worry so much about you, little bug. Yes, let’s go say hi.”

She knocks and slowly slides the door open just enough to speak to me.

“Talia, dear. We’re back.”

I open my mouth to respond but nothing comes out because I can't think of what to say.

“Talia? Honey, you aren’t asleep in there are you?” She slips the door open just a little bit further before catching a glimpse of us in the mirror on the opposite side of the wall to the tub. We can also see her face and the look of surprise that has her mouth forming a perfect ‘o’.

“Oh! Not just your momma, in there. Continue on, guys. We’ll just be downstairs waiting until the two of you are…done and dressed.”

“It’s not what you think.” The worst thing to say if you are trying not to sound like you are up to something. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to look as innocent as I can given I’m in a bathtub naked with her son who happens to have his hands all over me…and his dick in my back.

She gives us a little laugh before a smile breaks out on her face, “I’m just glad you aren’t asleep. Don’t rush on our account. We’ll entertain ourselves.”

She quietly snips the door shut and I am left alone with her son…and his massive package.

He releases his hold on me, and I realize what I need to do. I need to have him close his eyes while I make a mad dash for the towel and leave him to his bath. What I need isn’t always what I do though and instead, I open my mouth and wade right into all sorts of trouble.

“Is that your dick?”

I can see his expression in the mirror. At first, it’s surprised shock, his brows rising high on his forehead at my question. Then a smile glides over his face and a wicked light flares in his dark blue eyes.

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