Page 39 of Silver Hills' Christmas Miracle

“You tease,” I groaned.

Kitty laughed and kissed me again. “You can’t until I do, okay?”

Through magic I had yet to understand, suddenly, Kitty’s panties were in her hand and she tossed them out of the covers. She leaned up far enough that the blanket fell away, and a swirl of biting cold air nipped at any bare skin it could find. The cold grasp around my cock made me jolt and gasp, then Kitty slotted herself over me and sank down onto my cock with a deep, low moan.

From biting cold to the intense heat of her pussy, it took every ounce of my willpower not to come there and then. She sank down slowly, and I pressed my head back against the flatbed with a grunt.

Don’t come. Don’t come. Fuck!

She settled in my lap, filled to the brim, then she grabbed the blanket out of my hands and pulled it over her head. As she leaned down, the blankets came with her, and she quickly enclosed us in darkness, safe under the blanket.

“Live in the moment, Rook,” Kitty whispered against my lips.

I was lost to her. Every kiss was sweet and slow. Every rock of her hips as she took me to the base and then up was pulling deep at something inside me, soothing my soul in a way I’d never experienced before. Her hands caressed my cheeks and my jaw, then down my neck. Her thighs tightened against my hips, and she kept the pace slow, making my agreement with her almost impossible.

I couldn’t come until she wanted me to. I was doing my best and trying to focus elsewhere, but Kitty had an innate ability to bring even my wandering thoughts right back to her.

The plushness of her lips. The softness of her breasts as they pressed against my chest. The teasing touch of her fingertips. The soft, breathy moans she whimpered against my lips. The tightness of her pussy as she flexed her muscles and rode me slowly but firmly. The heat of her slick against my skin and soaking into my boxers.

Everything was about her, and I was infatuated. I caressed her hips, stroked up her back, and cuddled her closer, wove my tongue into her mouth to dance with her own. Then I slid one hand down between us and as soon as I located her clit, Kitty jumped.

“You might be in control.” I chuckled low. “But I know how to make you feel good.”

“Mmhmm,” Kitty moaned, sinking her teeth lightly into my lower lip as she pulled away. “Fuck. That’s it…”

Her hips started to roll forward with each movement down my cock, and she rocked between my length and my fingers, teasing that hard little bundle of nerves. Now that she had something to grind against, there was no stopping her, and it was slightly selfish on my part.

My balls were throbbing in time to my heartbeat, aching for a release I was fighting to deny. I just needed her to come and we could collapse together.

“Oh, yes,” Kitty gasped, picking up the pace of her hips. “Oh, fuck, yes. Yes!” She cradled my face with both hands and kissed me as her rocking finally became hard and fast. She was chasing an end that was near torture for me, but it was so delicious, too.

I lost track of how long we were caught in that motion, but Kitty suddenly surged upward and knocked the blanket free. With the stars twinkling around her head and a bite of cold at my neck, she came with a scream and dug her fingernails hard into my chest. As soon as her pussy clamped down around me, my mind unlocked, and I came with a loud cry. Rising up, I cuddledKitty to my chest, and we stayed like that, shuddering and gasping while pleasure worked its way through my entire body. From head to toe, every nerve lit up sharp and bright before, with a gasp, my cock finished twitching inside her.

Kitty lazily lifted her head and smirked at me. “Living in the moment is better, don’t you think?”

17

KITTY

On paper, inviting the entire town to the Yuletide Ball was an easy and simple task. In reality, it was painfully different and with time rapidly ticking by, I was worried we wouldn’t be able to get it all done in time.

My mother moved the party from the small ballroom to the gigantic one at the back of the manor which hadn’t been used in years. The cleanup alone took a couple of days, and we definitely didn’t have them to spare. Moving all the tables and decorations from one room to the other also highlighted just how different the guest list was. What had once been maybe eighty people with more money than sense had turned into a couple of hundred, and we were severely underprepared this late in the game.

I spent an entire afternoon hunting down extra tables and chairs since having extras brought from my parents’ penthouse in the city felt like a disservice to everything I was trying to do. In the end, I was able to gather all the spare seating from the community center, and the last few tables were purchased from the town’s furniture store. Rather fitting, I decided.

Through all the rapid planning and changes, Rook was by my side, and his presence was the only thing stopping me from going insane when we got a delivery of three hundred forksand spoons but no knives. Tracking those down had been a laugh. His presence was calming, and whenever I felt like I was getting overwhelmed, a glance in his direction and a few minutes cuddling it out in a cupboard did wonders for my mental state.

Then, my favorite day arrived. It was time to decorate the Christmas trees, and while my mother had hired a team to do it for her, they hadn’t been prepared for the extra trees needed to fill the new ballroom. That was where she and I came in.

Decorating the tree had always been my favorite pastime as a child, but when my mother stood in front of me with a handful of baubles and asked me to help her, I suddenly felt five years old again and struggled to say yes without crying.

It was the first time I’d spent prolonged time with my mom just doing something fun, and I loved it. Christmas music played softly through the air, and the only noise was the soft hum of conversation on the opposite side of the room as Mom’s team set about decorating the trees lining the wall over that side. Mom and I took the side where each tree stood proudly between the windows. We worked in a line.

First went the spray snow. Then came the lights, and due to the size of the trees, we needed help putting on the lights. So, putting on the lights turned into sitting in the corner eating sandwiches for lunch with Rook while the hired professionals did that for us. The same for the tinsel. Decorating multiple eight-foot trees by hand was undoubtedly a challenge. Once they were finished, it was on to the baubles and the decorations, and this was where I shone.

The vision I had in my mind was murky, but the more glittering baubles and shining presents and birds I placed on the trees, the clearer my vision became.

“Can you pass me the Robin?” my mother asked from halfway up the ladder. “I want to put him right here so it looks like he’s got a nest filled with lights.”

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