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Holiday kept messing with my bralette until I took it off.

“Pants, please,” she said, staring at my breasts.

“Dress, off,” I said, snapping my fingers. No idea where that came from, but my patience was thin. I’d gone from wanting us to slow down to wanting to get her naked immediately. I needed to see her. Needed to touch her and taste her and know what she sounded like when she came.

I’d heard her before, of course, but that had been through walls, and I’d been doing my bestnotto listen. This was the opposite of that. I had to know.

“Fine,” she said, “but start taking your pants off because I need to see those legs. God, you have the most amazing legs. Have I ever told you that?”

I didn’t think she had, but I was happy to hear it now.

“Your body is incredible,” I told her as she stood up to get her dress off. She really wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Withno hesitation, she pulled it over her head and tossed it on the other side of the room, standing there in all her glory.

“Come here,” I said, reaching for her. She stood between my legs and we both stared at each other.

“We’ve never been naked before like this,” she said, gazing down at me, making me burn.

“No, we haven’t. Seems like something we should have been doing.”

“Yeah, definitely. Are you…are you sure?” She’d thrown off the dress with such confidence, but now I saw a flicker of doubt.

“Yes,” I said, reaching up to pull her mouth down for a kiss. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life. I want you.”

Chapter Eleven

Holiday

This was really fucking happening. Holy shit. It was like all my wishes had come true at once. Not even a week ago if you said I’d end up in bed with Danny on Christmas Eve, I would have asked you what you were smoking and if I could have some. But now here we were, and everything was exactly right.

Danny was naked in my bed and I was so fucking ready for her to fuck my brains out. It was easy to lay on my back and for her to lean down and kiss me before straddling my hips and rubbing against me, her nipples slipping against mine and making me moan so loud that I was afraid they’d hear me downstairs.

“Can I touch you?” she asked in between kisses. My thoughts were barely coherent, so it was nice she was taking the lead. I was happy to let her.

“Yes, please,” I gasped as she stroked her hand down my chest, brushing her fingers over one of my nipples.

“I want you so much and I want to do this right,” she said, rolling one of my nipples between her fingers and making me arch my back. Understanding her words took a moment.

“Everything you’ll do is right,” I said. “You know me, and I know you.” Our chemistry as friends had to translate to chemistry in this way too, I was sure of it.

Danny met my eyes before leaning down and sucking on one of my nipples, making me cry out.

“I want to take my time with you,” she said. “This first time.”

Good. There would be a second time if I had anything to say about it. But she didn’t need to take her time. I didn’t have the patience for it. I needed to come or else I was going to die. Probably.

“Danny, I need you. Please make me come. Then you can be all sweet and kiss me everywhere,” I said, and she let out a soft laugh.

“Okay, baby. I’ll make you come.” Our gazes locked when she called me “baby.” It wasn’t the pet name we agreed on, but I liked it. I liked it a lot.

“Please, Danny,” I said as she stroked her fingers through the trimmed hair of my pussy. I’d never gone full Brazilian, but she didn’t seem to mind.

“You’ll have to teach me,” she said, stroking one finger up and down me, just barely skating along the hood of my clit. Even that little bit of contact had my hips twitching and my mouth opening on a moan.

“Do whatever you want,” I said. “It’s all good.”

She let out a little snort and started a slow stroke of my pussy, gently pulling on each of my labia and then fluttering her fingers right at my entrance in a way that made my eyes cross.

“Ohhhh that’s good,” I said, grabbing onto the arm that she had propped herself up with, desperate to have something to hold onto.

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