Page 12 of Santa's Coming

He hums in response, sliding a finger inside, teasing, provoking. I’m desperate, needy in a way I’ve never known.

“Fuck me. With your fingers—plural,” I plead.

Another finger joins, moving in a rhythm that builds slowly, then quickens. His tongue syncs with his fingers, pausing only to focus on my most sensitive areas. I squirm, a silent plea for more.

“Emily,” he says, muffled between my thighs. “You taste so good.”

I moan, his tongue tracing over my hip bones.

“You should grab a pillow,” he suggests—his tone a mix of confidence and smug assurance.

I squint at him, unsure about this suggestion.

“I’m about to make you scream so loud the entire neighborhood will wake.” His tone is confident and deliberately matter of fact.

Fuck.I flop my head from side to side, looking for a pillow. He smirks before leaning back to grab one from the couch.

As I hug the pillow to my chest, he goes back to work. I’m so pent-up, so ready.

“Not yet,” he commands, as I teeter on the edge.

Obediently, I suppress the rising climax and place the pillow over my face. It muffles my thoughts as I focus on his strong body, his red Santa pants, his soft lips, and his thick fingers. And then I shatter, screaming into the pillow. I keep it over my face a few seconds longer to regain composure. Holy shit. That was … that was …

My brain doesn’t even work anymore. It was that good.

I set the pillow aside, still pulsing on his fingers as he lazily draws them in and out. Watching me with an expression of admiration, he takes in my rosy cheeks and the aftermath of my orgasm.

Chapter 16: Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree

Can you fall in love with someone by hearing their orgasm? Those sounds she made weren’t just a melody to my ears; they were a Christmas carol resonating in my soul.

Lying next to her on the floor, I prop myself up, my gaze fixated on her.

Her fingers and lips embark on an exploration of my bare chest, her touch whispering praises for each muscle and a silent cheer for the ink on my skin. While I am content letting her lead this merry dance, my purpose is to lavish her with affection, to be her ultimate Christmas indulgence. Gently, I trace her leg, and with a confident roll, I find myself above her.

“Tonight, it’s all about unwrapping your happiness,” I softly whisper in her ear.

“Really?” she teases, her fingers playfully skirting the hem of my red pants.

“Emily,” I caution, a smirk growing on my lips as her hand ventures below, seeking my excitement.

“Santa,” she quips with a twinkle in her eye, “you seem extra jolly tonight.”

I chuckle, loving her playfulness. “Let me make this easier for you.” I take her hand away for a moment and slide off the pants.

She glances at my underwear. “You should lose those too,” she suggests with a mischievous glint.

With a grin, I comply, and there we are, me in my birthday suit, her in just a bra.

“This should definitely come off,” I playfully growl, nibbling a strap and easing it down her shoulder. She turns, releasing her bra with a flick of her wrist.

“You’re perfect,” I say in a soft whisper before kissing her temple and tossing the bra.

She gives a sassy grin and reaches for me again. As we lie side by side, I passionately kiss, and her hand eagerly strokes. I’m already so turned on from eating her out. I’m going to come sooner than I’d like.

“Fuck,” I breathe.

She bites my earlobe, picking up the pace. Flicking her tongue around my ear, my body is tingling. She lets go of me and pushes me onto my back. Her tongue trails down me until my cock is in her mouth.

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