“Mommy, look!” he yelled, looking over his shoulder, back to the woman behind him. “They’re standing under the mistletoe.”
I glanced upwards. “So we are … again.” I peered down at Stacia, who was now biting her plump bottom lip. Before I knew it, I was running my tongue along that same lip. A tiny moan escaped her lips. Her mouth widened and I slipped my tongue inside, making contact with hers. Not for the first time, everything seemed to slow down and the world made sense in a way that it never had before. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I pulled her closer into me. The kiss never seemed to dull, but like the lights surrounding us, only seemed to pull us both in deeper with each passing second.
“Let’s leave them be,” a hushed whisper sounded.
It caused Stacia to pull back, much to my chagrin. “W-we shouldn’t do this h-here.” Her voice was so breathless and needy my cock sprang to life from just the sound of it.
“Then where should we do this?” I questioned as I lowered, whispering in ear, because we were definitely doing this. Though, it went against anything I’d been taught before, there was no way I was walking away from what was happening at that particular moment.
“My apartment isn’t too far from here.”
“Show me,” I ordered, gripping her hand in mine for her to lead the way.