Page 9 of Jingle Devil

I take a deep breath and let it out on a shudder. “You can do anything you want.”

She turns me into the spray and steps behind me. My eyes close the second her palms connect with the muscles of my back and shoulders, and I relax and bask in her touch. Her hands are gentle as they start their explorations up and down my biceps, across the plane of my upper back. The more she washes, the bolder she grows, pressing into my skin with a firm touch that has my eyeballs rolling to the back of my head.

Her hands dip lower, rubbing the suds across my lower back and then she pauses briefly before kneading the cheeks on my ass. I groan, the blood rushing to my dick, more than ready for round two. Despite the sudden urge to impale her and bury myself within her tight pussy, I stay still, letting her continue to soap me. I wonder if, were all my washcloths magically go missing, she would do this every day.

I sure as hell hope so.

Those little towels are as good as gone.

“Turn, please.”

I’m more than happy to oblige, anything that gets my cock a little closer to her, I’ll do. She pumps more soap into her hands and spreads the suds over my chest. I let out another groan as the tips of her fingers graze both my nipples simultaneously.

“Sorry.” She smirks in a way that tells me she’s not at all sorry.

I lean back, letting the water from the shower head roll over my shoulders and cascade down my chest and abs to wash away the soap. “Are you about done?” I quirk a brow and give her my best stern look. “Christmas will be here before we get out of the—”

All coherent thought vanishes, and I suck in a deep breath as her hands grab my erection, the suds making her hands extra soft. She works the soap up and down my shaft, teasing the underside with a light skim of her nails. My balls tighten, either with jealousy or an impending orgasm, I don’t know. And then she reaches down and cups them in her hand. Gently squeezing them and trailing her fingers over the sensitive flesh behind them.

My dick twitches and my heart is beating so fast, I may need to see a cardiologist. I fist my hands at my side fighting every instinct I have to turn her around, bend her over, and destroy that tight little pussy of hers.

“When I tripped and fell face first into your lap…” Tessa trails off, transfixed by the rivulets of water flowing down my pelvis, rising away the suds. “I could feel you. I’ve never wanted something in my mouth so bad…”

“Do you want my cock in your mouth, baby girl?” My voice comes out so strained and deep, I barely recognize it as mine.

She nods, licking her lips, never breaking eye contact with my erection. “Yes, I need to know what you taste like, even if it’s just once. I need it.”

Her comment strikes me as odd, but I don’t have time to question it because she drops to her knees and takes me in her hand. I do what most gentlemen would do in my position, I close my mouth and move so that the shower spray hits my back and protects her. There will be plenty of time later to make sure she knows I’m not letting her go so easily.

I hiss and let loose a string of expletives as the tip of her tongue flicks across the tip of my dick, licking up the pre-cum that’s seeped out. Her satisfied moan nearly sends me over the edge, but I manage to pull my shit together before she leans forward and slips the head of my cock in her mouth. She skims her tongue over the tip and around, sucking gently like she’s savoring a lollipop.

She takes me deeper, pulls back to the tip, and sucks me to the back of her throat. Holy Mother of God. As she hums around my length, I think of the player stats and try not to empty myself down her throat two seconds into the best blow job of my life. I clench my jaw, my ass, my stomach—basically anything that’s clenchable. And then I work my fingers into her hair, gripping it in a firm hold, and slide myself almost out of her mouth. If I let her have control, there’s no way I’ll be able to last, and I want to stretch this out as long as I can. I’ve dreamed of sliding myself between her lips way too many times for this to go quickly.

My hips surge forward, but I keep my thrust shallow, fucking her mouth at a leisurely pace. One of her hands drifts to my thigh, curling around it and digging her nails into the backside while the other reaches up to play with my balls.

The lust within me feeds itself, growing larger, until it’s an unstoppable wildfire surging through my veins and burning me from the inside. I increase my pace and thrust deeper into her mouth, every stroke taking me to the back of her throat. Her whimpers only spur me on, forcing me to fuck her faster.

Tears slip out the corner of her eyes, smudging her remaining eye makeup. I know I should slow down, but I can’t. I’m like a wild animal and the only thing that will tame the beast within me is to fill her mouth with my cum and watch her swallow every last drop.

My balls tingle, tightening, as she continues to stroke them. I should pull out, give her a warning, but I want her to swallow me down. I want to brand her from the inside. There’s something primal about coming inside her. I grunt and swear, and as I lock eyes with her hazel ones that are now more green, my hips buck, and I empty down her pretty throat.

She drinks me down, taking every last drop, and when I pull myself from her mouth, her tongue laves the tip, cleaning me.

I smooth back her hair, run my thumbs around her eyes to clean her makeup and tears, and cradle her jaw with my fingers. After several deep breaths, I get myself under control and help her to her feet.

The water has cooled, and I tug her to my chest, curling my arms around her and just holding her for a while before I dare move to turn off the shower.

I’m not a religious man by any stretch of the imagination but coming down Tessa’s throat felt like a rare sacred moment; an act that transcended time and space to connect us in a way that bound our souls together, tangled them in a way that can’t be undone. In that moment, we were truly one spirit, one mind, one body. She’s imprinted herself on the core of my very being, completing me with something I didn’t even know I needed.

“That was… That was… Wow.” Tessa lets me wrap her up in a fluffy charcoal towel.

I nod. “Yeah. Wow.”

I wrap myself in an identical towel and tug her back to my chest. I hold her to me, kissing the top of her head, and rubbing her back. Her forehead rests on my chest and I can feel the barest graze of her lips over my heart. My heart that belongs to her. I should have given it to her sooner. Told her how I felt. But hindsight doesn’t change where we are now. I can only lead her to bed and show her how I feel. Worship her body until we both fall asleep from exhaustion and then repeat.

This has been the best Christmas I’ve had. Even better than the year I got my first bicycle, and that thing had lights around the wheels. But it’s got nothing on Tessa’s smile and everything else that makes her uniquely her.

“Let’s go to bed, baby girl.” I press a kiss to her temple as she nods. “I’ve got one more present for you.”

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