Page 7 of Christmas Wish

Holly shook her head. “I’ve kissed someone before but never with this kind of intensity. I think I like you, Charles. I like you a lot,” she confessed shyly.

He grinned in happiness. Holly’s words rang truer than when Lisa told him she loved him for the first time.I like you a lot.There was something organic and genuine about it. Charles took her in his arms.

“I like you, too. I like you a lot that it’s actually terrifying,” he stated. When Holly smiled up at him, her lips beckoned to him. Charles leaned down to take them again, but it was at a slower pace this time. He wanted to make sure that her first time was beautiful and memorable.

Holly gasped loudly when he lifted her all of a sudden, but she wrapped her legs around his lower back and threw her hands around his neck. He carried her upstairs and laid her down on her bed gently before removing her dress and throwing it on the floor. With only her underwear on, Holly pushed up further on the bed and waited for him to undress. As he pulled off his shirt and unbelted his jeans, her eyes never left his body.

“You are so masculine,” Holly uttered, reaching out to touch his rock-solid abs. Her fingers ran across each pack, counting wordlessly. Charles took her hand after she was done and kissed it passionately as he joined her in bed.

Charles gently nuzzled her neck, kissing her body all the way down to the soles of Holly’s legs while she moaned tirelessly. He gently spread her legs apart and buried his face in between her thighs, eager to taste her creamy center. Holly gasped as Charles tongue worked magic on her relentlessly and repeatedly. Holly’s hands ran through the thick waviness of his hair, suddenly gripping hard when his mouth sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine.

“Are you alright?” Charles asked, raising his head. Holly nodded, unable to speak. She was speechless. The pleasure she felt rendered her speechless. Charles nodded, smiling proudly. He gently rubbed her clit with his fingers until she dripped wet before positioning himself at her entrance. He was so gentle that Holly didn’t feel the pain initially.“Holly you’re so tight, and wet for me.”Charles moaned musically.“I have to make you mine, all mine.”Then he pushed hard through her hymen. Holly gasped and froze briefly. The pain hit her, but then quickly turned to pleasure. Holly moaned out in intense pleasure. Charles pumped into Holly relentlessly. After a while, his thrusts intensified. He moved swiftly and effortlessly inside Holly. His thrusts were well-calculated and precise, hitting her exactly where she needed them to.

Holly’s fingernails dug deep into the skin of his back and shoulders. Intertwined together, they continued moaning and moving until they climaxed with Frost convulsing rhythmlessly spilling his seed inside of her and Holly writhing underneath him. They collapsed on the bed, completely spent. Holly curled into his body, and soon they fell asleep.

Charles gently kissed Holly’s forehead. In his mind, he already knew that it was going to be a very memorable night, one that he would never forget for the rest of his life.

Chapter Eight

Holly

Holly woke up with a soft sigh. Every joint and limb on her body screamed satisfaction. The duvet covered her naked body, albeit partially. The curtains were drawn to keep out the light; the bedstand lights were still on.

Happiness and satisfaction surged through Holly all of a sudden. It was so new and powerful that she wondered if she had ever been truly happy and satisfied. She had certainly not felt this way in college. This little town of Mistletoe had changed her a lot for good. She muttered a wordless thanks to her grandmother for bringing her home even when she was already gone.

She looked at Charles beside her, sleeping softly. Air escaped from his nostrils and parted lips as he snored a little. His hair was tousled; a few strands fell across his face. Holly leaned over and ran her fingers slowly across his muscular, strong jaws, feeling his scanty and quite prickly beard. A smile lit up her face.

When she was done admiring Charles, Holly walked down to the kitchen and started brewing coffee. Her grandmother had left quite a collection of recipes for her in the drawers. She hadn't started trying some of them, but the coffee she found was so wonderful she had almost finished the bag.

While waiting for the coffee to brew, Holly stared out at the window. Snow descended, covering Mistletoe like a white blanket. It was such a beautiful sight to behold. Snowing in Boston made life difficult; the racing cars and foot traffic turned the snow to slippery mud. It was not like that in Mistletoe as it somehow made snowfall look enchanting.

Soon enough, Holly carried two cups of coffee to her bedroom and found Charles awake when she walked in. She dropped the cups on the bedstands.

“Come here,” he uttered, pulling Holly back on the bed and kissing her ferociously.

She giggled afterward, wringing around the sheets like a cat. “Woah, someone woke up with a desire,” Holly teased, causing Charles to kiss her once more. Memories of last night ran through her mind. Her first time had been nearly perfect. It wasn't everything she had always imagined, but it was beautiful, unique, and completely mind-blowing.

“Look what you do to me,” he said gruffly, his voice filled with hunger and passion.

“Really? Did I do something to you?” she asked.

Charles smiled against her lips. “From the very first day I met you, you’ve always made my heart pound. I can’t believe that you are actually in my arms right now,” he said, pecking her neck this time.

“Really?” she replied, giggling, recollecting the first time they met. He had his Taser thrust towards her and ready to take her down. “You didn’t think that I was a thief?” she prodded mischievously.

“I thought that you were a sexy thief,” Charles replied, pulling her closer. His engorged crotch pressed against hers, turning her on. Holly straddled his thighs and kissed him back with similar ferocity. Making love in Mistletoe while the snow was falling outside was a dream she didn’t want to wake up from.

Chapter Nine

Charles

Holly fell asleep after their lovemaking. He stared at her for a few minutes, marveling at her beauty. She looked so fragile in this state. He didn’t want this to end; he wanted to remain encased in this dream with her. Charles threw the covers off to make some coffee in the kitchen when he noticed the cups that she brought earlier and decided to reheat them. Although they were already cold, he could still smell the coffee’s familiar aroma.

A faint smile appeared on his face as Charles recollected how Mrs. Dalenger used to make the coffee for him. She would wobble around the kitchen, pulling the cupboards open and shutting them noisily. Her coffee was almost incomparable; no one in Mistletoe could make it as good as she did.

"What do you use to make your coffee so good, Mrs. Dalenger?" he asked.

She laughed heartily. "Just love, Charles. The only ingredient I use that most people don’t have is love. Most people don't pay attention to the coffee they are brewing. They are always in a hurry or eager to get it done and over with. But I take my time and brew carefully, knowing that the people I'm serving needs to drink a wonderful coffee. I choose love – it's always the most potent ingredient," Mrs. Dalenger replied.

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