“I’ll be right back, I promise. I’m just going downstairs to get something, okay?” I smile down at her, and she bites her lip again. I pull it free from my thumb. “That drives me crazy, you know.” I kiss that soft bottom lip. “We’re going to keep this little Christmas theme going,” I tell her with a smile that I hope calms her nerves.
She smiles back and nods. I hurry downstairs, not wanting to leave her for longer than I need to. I grab the mistletoe from above the front door and then on a whim grab a candy cane from the bowl of them sitting on the counter. That will give her something to suck on while I have my fun.
Holly eyes what I have in my hands as I make my way back into my room. I climb back onto the bed, hovering over her body and holding the mistletoe above her mouth. She smirks and moves her face closer to mine. I open my mouth for her, and she explores with her tongue before taking my lip between her teeth.
“I like the way your beard feels,” she whispers before kissing me again. I watch her kiss me and revel in it. When I saw this girl a couple of hours ago, I never thought I’d be lucky enough to have her in my bed. And now here she is, wet and begging for my dick with every move her body makes.
I break the kiss and tear the plastic seal of the candy cane with my teeth, peeling the wrapping off completely before tracing it over her lips. She opens her mouth, and I let it move just inside, watching as her mouth closes around it and she eagerly sucks it inside. My dick twitches as I feel her tongue move around it.
“Now you have something to suck on while I tease you.” I smirk when she rolls her eyes, trying to pretend like she isn’t as affected as her body tells me she is. “And it’ll keep you quiet.”
She grunts, and I move the mistletoe down to her throat, letting my mouth follow the movement. I hold it over each part of her body that I want my mouth on. Her collarbones, her nipples, in between her breasts, and across her ribs.
I can hear her breathing heavily through her nose as her mouth remains wrapped around that candy cane. It stains her lips an even darker shade of red. Moving the mistletoe down her belly, I trail hot, openmouthed kisses down to her belly button before taking the soft flesh at her hip into my mouth and biting down.
Her hips arch up, her pussy seeking friction anywhere they can find it as a long groan moves through her body. I chuckle against her skin and continue my way down her body, kissing and licking everywhere except exactly where she wants it. She has cute pink stretch marks that color the inside of her thighs, and my tongue traces them as I shift further down her legs. I kiss under her knees, on top of them where I find a scar on one, and then down her shins to her ankles.
When I stop and look back up at her, her eyes are squeezed shut in concentration, and that candy cane is twirling around between her lips. When she realizes I’ve stopped, she opens her eyes and looks down at me, taking a bite of the candy and crunching on it with a look of irritation.
“What’s wrong, baby girl?” I ask her, trying to hold back my amusement. “Am I not touching you where you want?” I crawl back up her body and pull the half-eaten piece of candy from her lips and taste it.
“You know you aren’t,” she whines, shuffling her body below mine as she tries to get contact with my skin. I smile down at her and plant soft kisses across her face before I make my way back to her lips. She’s eager for it, swallowing me whole as we taste the sweet peppermint on each other’s tongues.
“I told you,” I say against her mouth as I use the wet, broken tip of the candy to scratch across one of her nipples. “I want to tease you until you can’t take it anymore.” I blow cool air across her nipple, and she moans at the soft burn of the peppermint.
“I’m at my limit, Nick,” she says, looking at me with pleading grey eyes.
I can hear the frustration in the tone of her voice, and it goes straight to my cock. I toss the candy cane and mistletoe to the nightstand and situate myself fully between her thighs.
“Condom?” she asks. “I’ve been with that asshole for so long I stopped using birth control.”
“I had a vasectomy years ago,” I tell her as I stop my advances to look in her eyes and get a read on her. I don’t want to wear a condom—I want to feel her grip and pull on every inch of me as I push inside of her. But I would never push her to do something she was uncomfortable with. “But I can use a condom. Would you be more comfortable if I used one?”
“Thank God,” she moans as she takes my mouth with hers. “No.” She looks into my eyes, and I can see the determination in them. “I want to feel you as you fuck me for the first time.”