Page 11 of Beards and Holly

In one quick motion, he leans up, takes me by my waist and pulls me onto his lap. I fall comfortably, tucking my knees on each side of his hips. Our breaths pant against each other as he waits for me to kiss him. I love that he still won’t break my rule, but I tease him, anyway, skimming my mouth across his lips. His growl is different now. This time, it sounds hungry not annoyed. He wants me. I feel his growing need pressing on my clit through my thin leggings.

“Truth or dare, Holly.”

“Dare,” I say with a wicked grin as I rub my nose playfully against his. My hips grinding down on his erection.

“I fucking dare you to kiss me, damn it.”

His ordered words are like kerosene to my fire, and I erupt in an instant. Our lips sear together, and his tongue invades my mouth on a mission to taste me.

He moans, and I grind on him harder. Jensen’s hands creep up my back and into my hair, taking control of the kiss. My mouth opens wider, and soon, he’s thrusting up into me, making me see stars. I maul him like a hungry animal, unable to get close enough. More. I need so much more.

Tearing at his clothes, I work off his shirt, then he pulls mine over my head. He rolls me over to lie on the couch, his large frame eclipsing me in his safe aura. This man radiates protective musicality, and I’m dripping wet from it.

Under him, I let myself melt. I give myself permission to enjoy tonight for what it is and to make the best of it. Maybe, it’s just an itch and after tonight the tension between us will begone. Maybe when the sex is over, I won’t want it anymore and we can just go back to being estranged neighbors. Whatever the case might be, whatever the what ifs, at this moment, I don’t care about anything other than the naked man hovering over me with admiration in his eyes. This is our moment. For better or worse.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Jenson

Damn, if this woman doesn’t keep surprising me. It’s as if God made the most perfect woman for me. Holly had soft curves that fit perfect in my hands. Soft and thick enough to squeeze. And the cherry on top—or should I say, the star on top of the damn Christmas tree—is she fucking smells like cookies. I want to devour her.

Like a man on a mission, I taste and lick every inch of her skin as she lies spread beneath me like an angel. Her dark hair fans out around her and her sweet cheeks are lit up red, flushed from my touch. Her breathing is as labored as my own.

I kiss down her neck then farther across her collarbone. My nose trails along, inhaling her delicious scent. I want to drown in it. I lick and nibble at her breasts and down to her soft stomach. Her sounds invade my mind, making me delirious.

My cock screams at me to go faster, to get inside her before I fucking die, but I know better. I’ll come in seconds. If tonight is my only night with her, I’m taking the full fucking night. In no rush, I move down her body, pushing down her thin pants. Hercurvy hips buck with need, but I tease her, sliding my tongue across her lower abdomen. Biting at her hip.

“Please. You’re torturing me.”

“Good. Consider it payback for that striptease,” I mutter before tasting her thighs.

“You teased me first,” she breaths, griping the side of the couch cushion.

I slide my tongue across her inner thigh then the next.

“If you’re referring to when you caught me coming out of the shower, that’s your own fault for not coming over,” I tell her then finally lick up her sweet slit.

Her scream echoes through the room, and it’s the greatest song I’ve ever heard. Fuck, making this woman come will be my favorite Christmas present. I suspect it’ll be worth remembering for the rest of my life.

I push my tongue inside her and hold her hips down as she feels me. Instead, of wiggling, though, she widens her legs for me.

“Such a fucking good girl,” I praise her, breaking from licking her pussy.

Her moan is exactly what I’m looking for. She wants and deserves my praise. Watching her today gave me a new perspective of her. She works so hard, and no one appreciates her. I thought my part to play was rough but she was there for me. Made sure I got bathroom breaks and a fifteen to eat all while she covered for everyone not taking a single second to herself. I should have done something about it then, but since I didn’t, I’ll show my appreciation.

I write my apology across her clit, making her buck wild for me. My tongue sliding deep inside her every so often.

Holly pulls on my hair screaming my name. The sound so sweet from her lips. This woman’s taste is almost magicalenough to make me believe in this damn holiday again. I know if I could, I would be asking Santa for another night with her.

“Please!” she screams, begging for more. I push my finger inside her. She gasps and starts fucking it, so I add another. My hand works in and out of her while my mouth writes a sonnet on her bud.

My cock is fucking steel, and I’m dripping with need. We’re going to make a damn mess all over this couch, and I’m not one bit sorry.

I feel her getting closer, so I work her faster, plunging inside her. Suddenly, she erupts, coming on my fingers, and I lick her up. Her sweetness coats my tongue and makes me feel ten feet tall. Merry fucking Christmas.

I let her catch her breath, watching her chest move up and down. A light layer of sweat glistens across her skin. Her chest heaves, and her eyes slowly come back into focus.

When she looks at me, I expect her to ask me to leave. I wouldn’t even mind, but she doesn’t.

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