Page 52 of Candy Canes & Peppermint Kisses

I looked over at her and saw the prettiest smile on her lips as she stared at the sky. She ran the tip of her finger over the stem of her wine glass, her fingers long and delicate, her nails painted this light pink shade that seemed to make her even more feminine.

I’m sure she felt my stare because I knew I was doing it pretty hardcore. She glanced over at me, her expression softening, her smile widening. “You’re doing it again,” she said softly.

I knew what she referred to but even still, I said, “Doing what again?” I finished off my beer and set the bottle on the deck beside my foot. I just wanted to hear her voice.

“Staring at me.” Her tone was a little breathless, and as she rested back against the swing fully, the slight motion causing it to move back and forth, I let my gaze roam over the soft, delicate features of her face.

There was a needy note in her voice, but I also picked up on the fact she was pleased, maybe even going so far as to say she was happy I stared at her.

“I am.” I didn’t bother hiding. And it was clear my blunt words startled her as her eyes widened slightly. “Does that bother you?” I leaned forward slightly, getting all up in her personal space, taking in the sweet scent of her.

“I do like that you’re always watching me.”

Her admitting that was like a fucking electrical charge to my cock. My dick was hard, my heart raced, and it was taking every ounce of self-control not to pull her in and kiss her until she was breathless.

“I really want to fucking kiss you.” I probably could have worded that better, gentler, but it was fully evident by now that when I was around Dolly I put my foot in my mouth more times than not and let my emotions and need for her take over completely.

“Then kiss me, Tristan.” She set down her wine glass and shifted on the swing so she was facing me, one of her legs bent on the seat, her hands in her lap.

I felt like a nervous teenager about to make a move for the first time. My muscles were tense, my pulse beating a static rhythm in my chest. It wasn’t something I could control or anticipate. And I fucking loved it.

And so I leaned in the rest of the way and started kissing her, tangling a hand in her hair to keep her close, feeling like there was nothing more important in the world than the woman sitting right beside me. I’d never felt anything truer or realer in my entire fucking life.

And the longer we kissed, the more my arousal built until it was like a living entity inside of me, until there was no stopping it, no trying to mask it. Her breathless little moans against my lips, her hands tangling in the hair at my nape, my cock throbbing, and pre-cum spilling from the tip. It brought me right back to when we’d done this on the couch, and it had taken all of my self-control to stop it then.

I knew I wouldn’t be successful in doing that again now.Because I don’t fucking want to even try to stop.

Before I knew what I was doing, I grabbed her waist and pulled her on top of me, her legs straddling either side of my thighs, her body so slight on top of mine. She felt good sitting on me, like this was right where she was supposed to be.

She leaned more fully into me, her breasts brushing against my chest, her cry of pleasure when I gently bit her bottom lip causing my hips to jackknife up on their own. I ground my hardness against her softness. I felt primal. Feral.

Fuck… I felt crazed for Dolly, like I’d lost my damn mind.

“I won’t be able to stop.” My words were muffled, grumbled against her lips. I didn’t even know if they made sense, or if I’d spoken them aloud.

When she tried to part, to break the kiss and suck in a frantic breath, I wound my hand tighter in her hair, bringing her forward once more, refusing to let go of her.

“No,” I groaned. “You're not going anywhere, Dolly.” I kissed her even harder, fucking her mouth with my lips and tongue. “The things I want to do to you, the way I want to make you feel. I’m barely hanging on, baby.” I felt her warm breath tease my lips.

“I want you,” she mewled and kissed me harder than she ever had, as if she were hanging on by a thread like I was.

I could have groaned, could have come right then and there at the sound of those words, at knowing if I slipped my hand between her thighs, she’d no doubt be soaked for me, dripping.

She leaned and whispered against my lips, “So how about we stop tiptoeing around each other and you fuck me, Tristan?”

I groaned and tightened my hold on her hair, an involuntary act because I was getting strung even tighter, worked up even more. I leaned in and rested my forehead against hers, both of us panting at this point because we were so turned on. “All I want to feel and taste isyou.” I let my tongue slip from my mouth and ran it over the swell of her bottom lip. “And I’m afraid because of how fucking turned on I am that I’ll be too rough, baby.” I kept running my tongue along her lips and loved that she was gasping because of it. The filthy fucking images that slammed into my head would have made a priest douse me in holy water. “God,” I groaned. “The fucking things I want to do to you?—”

“Tell me, Tristan. Tell me what you want to do to me.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

I was going to fucking come right here in my jeans and all because of her words.

She was going to have me coming before I was eveninher. And before the night was up, I’d sure as fuck be deep inside of Dolly. She was going to have me blow my load like a damn virginal teenager who didn’t know his dick from his ass. And after not being with a woman in fifteen damn years, I guess that was a pretty accurate description of my experience or lack thereof.

“You want to know what I want to do to you, Dolly?” She was breathing harder, my words arousing her. Good. I wanted her fucking soaking wet, drenching my jeans because she leaked through her little panties her cunt was so wet.

“Tell me,” she basically moaned. “I want to lick your entire body, starting with your mouth, trailing down your neck, over those gorgeous, full breasts, and finish my descent right between your thighs.” I stared into her eyes. “I’ll eat you out until you're writhing for me and grinding that sweet little pussy against my face.”

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