Page 49 of Holly, Jolly, and Oh So Naughty

Louder and louder she moans as her juices coat my tongue, and her taste jerks me right back to seven years ago. I didn’t appreciate her enough back then, and now I’m determined to memorize every single detail. Lily gasps loudly and her legs clamp down around me as she trembles, whimpers, and comes with several loud moans.

I remain against her, eating her out until her quaking thighs fall away from my head and I can audibly hear her pant.

“Please,” she gasps. I kiss her clit, then kiss up to the rise of her pelvic bone.

“Ask me,” I demand huskily, rising to look her in her glazed eyes. “Ask me, and I will.”

“Fuck me, James,” Lily moans, scraping her nails lightly down my chest. “Like you used to. I need you.”

I kiss her briefly, sharing her sweetness between our dancing tongues, and then I pull back and guide her onto her hands and knees.

Lily’s full ass backs into my cock and drags a whimper right from the pit of my gut. It’s taking all my control not to come right there and then, but she’s so beautiful it feels like an impossible task. Lily tosses her head so all of her hair drapes past one shoulder, and I kiss down her spine.

With each kiss, she rocks back against me again and again until I reach the swell of her ass. Then I straighten up, grasp my aching cock in hand, and position it at her entrance. The first kiss of her pussy against my tip is molten hot, and my resolve crumbles. I’m fighting a losing game, but I will do my best so we will come together.

When I enter her, Lily moans loudly and she slaps one hand against the floor. Deeper and deeper I slide, drawing more and more moans from her until I’m fully sheathed inside. Habit has me rubbing her lower back, giving her time to adjust to my girth. She pants, wiggling her hips back and forth with each whimper.

I wait until Lily reaches back for me and then I start to fuck her. Within a few thrusts, she’s straightened up fully onto her knees with her back pressed against my chest. Her pussy tightens around me like a vise and in this position, both my hands cup her breasts to tease her sensitive nipples. Lily’s head rolls against my shoulder and her lips part, moaning openly as I twist, pull, and tease her nipples with each deep thrust inside her.

We kiss, a messy, open-mouthed kiss where we exchange moans and trade licks of our tongues, but soon, the pleasure is too much. I can barely think and the heat smothers me. She’s burning up against me, and I’m willingly throwing myself into the flames.

I fuck her faster and faster as Lily chantsyeseach time. Her hands cover my own, caressing my arms as I fuck her harder and faster, losing all control of my own pleasure. My hips become a blur, and the impact knocks whines and gasps right out of Lily’s lungs.

And then, I lose myself.

I come hard with a guttural yell, burying myself as deep inside her as I can. My cock twitches, pumping hot and desperate as Lily moans deeply. It’s only when she grips my wrists tightly that I realize she’s coming alongside me, and a deep satisfaction settles low in my chest.

We kiss and collapse down onto the floor with soft laughs and sweet, tender noises.

Lily doesn’t move. She lays there panting as I do what I can to clean her up with some spare towels and find water in the fridge. She’s content in the nest, and she pulls me down to join her just as the entire bakery plunges into darkness.

“Oh, no,” she groans softly. “Looks like the power is gone.”

“Should we check it?” I ask as she cuddles into my side and rests her head on my chest. I cover her with some of the aprons, letting heat pass between us.

“We should,” Lily says softly. “But I don’t want to move.”

“Me neither.”

We stay like that, and sleep takes us both unexpectedly, leaving the last of the cake to half-bake in the cooling oven.

I wake the next morning with a stiff neck and a numb leg from how Lily ended up sleeping on top of me. She apologizes and stands with my help.

“Oof,” she moans softly. “You really wanted me to feel you today, huh?”

“Sorry.” I chuckle. “You were everything I remembered and more.” We dress quickly, but Lily doesn’t speak. In the harsh light of day, things feel different.

The storm is over and we aren’t in a bubble anymore.

“We need to talk,” I say as she pours us both a large cup of coffee in disposable cups.

“I know,” Lily sighs. “But… not yet.”

I want to press her, but at the same time, I don’t want to sour such a great night. Not when I can’t turn my head fully.

“I have to pick up Emma,” Lily says, checking her phone. Then she looks up at me, and my heart stops. “I’ll call you?”

I accept that and leave the bakery bundled up in my coat, cradling my coffee. The town looks like something out of a Christmas card with mountains of snow glittering up and down the street. The town square is a work of art with the trees covered in snow, and still, the colorful lights are gleaming through like stars.

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