Page 20 of Christmas Kisses

"What?"

"You've had this silly grin on your face for the longest time. I want to know what's got you so happy."

"Do you want to come inside?"

"Sure, but let me come around and get you because you're not wearing any shoes."

He ignored the fact that I was practically naked underneath the blanket. Coming to my side, he opens the door and before I know it, he scoops me up, bride-style, and carries me towards the front door of my house. I search for my keys in my bag and open the door. He goes into the living room and places me on the couch. I want to complain, but I kind of like being treated like a bride.

I wait while he goes back and gets my jeans, socks, and boots. When he closed the door behind him, I saw that he had brought the thermos with him. Good man. We don't want to waste any of that nectar. I get up, holding the blanket close around me, and let him know I'm going to change into something morecomfortable. I cringe when I say that. I sound like I'm in an old fifties movie.

"Take your time, beautiful. I'll go heat up the chocolate."

Coming back a few minutes later, wearing a loose shirt and some comfortable leggings, I find him serving us some more cocoa in a couple of my Christmas cups. He brings the tray from the kitchen and places it on the coffee table. Being treated like this makes me feel special. He sits down, and I practically crawl on top of him, with how close to him I sit.

I feel emboldened by how close we've become, and I take his cup from him and place it on the table. I settle my hands on his face and look him straight in the eyes.

"Stop being such a gentleman."

"Oh, yeah? Is that why you were grinning in the car? You want me to take advantage of you?"

"Oh, shut up."

I pull his face down to mine and plant a sultry kiss on his lips. My lips are starved for his, and I unknowingly start a battle of wills between our mouths, our lips, and our tongues. His hand is on my waist, and I grab it and place it on my breast. My nipples are already at attention, and the heat from his hand is making me melt, even through the fabric. Ben pulls away for a moment, and I'm gasping for air.

"You're a little minx, aren't you?"

How do I even answer that? All I know is I want more of his touch all over my body. I straddle him and go in for another passionate kiss. He responds in kind, and I feel his hands settle on my hips. I nip his lips a few times, teasing him, and from where I'm sitting, I can feel how he responds.

So, he's not completely immune to my attempts. I can work with that.

His hands move underneath my shirt, teasing my stomach with his thumbs. I break out in goosebumps because of it and amoan bursts out of my mouth. Those hands of his belong to a man who works hard for a living. I don't mind that they're rough with calluses. That turns me on even more. When he gets to my breasts, he pulls the bra right over my mounds, letting them free.

He pinches my nipples, and this time, I groan with the pleasure he's giving me. He knows the exact amount of pressure to use to make me squirm in his arms. I lift my arms so that he is able to take off the shirt, and he does so easily. His gaze is dark with need. He's looking at me as if I am prey, and I don't mind one bit being caught.

"You have the most perfect breasts I've ever seen, beautiful."

"Do you always say things to me with the intent of making me blush?"

"I just say what's on my mind. I like it when you blush."

I wiggle against his cock so that he doesn't let his mind get off track. His large cock immediately pushes against my ass. His hands go down to said ass, and he squeezes my cheeks. Our eyes are locked together, and I find it difficult to think. He then peels my leggings off, including my underwear. I get up to help him get rid of the clothes and take off my bra completely.

He pulls me back on top of him, and my body shivers with emotion. I'm completely naked in his arms. He's the one in control and I'm vulnerable. And, for once in my life, I don't care. His hands go up and down my body with slow, measured movements. It's like he's learning every inch, and that makes me feel treasured.

When I lean down to kiss him again, he picks me up as if I weigh nothing and flops me on my back, and he gets between my legs. I feel the rough fabric of his jeans against my skin and I go to open them up, but he blocks me. Then he grabs my hands and puts them above my head. His grasp is tight enough that I can't get loose but loose enough that it won't hurt me.

His other hand travels around my face, down my neck, and then in the vee of my legs. I push my legs open as much as possible to give him all the access he needs. His fingers find my moist center, and he slathers them in my arousal. I'm shaking now with the expectation of what he's planning to do to me, how he will give me pleasure. Because I can see it in his eyes. He's desperate to make me feel good.

I almost jump off the couch when his thumb starts circling my clit.

"So wet for me. I bet you taste really sweet, like honey."

At this point, all I can do is mumble whatever words of consent I can. Suddenly, his fingers open me up, and he slides one digit inside me. My pussy immediately clenches down on it and doesn't want to let it go. I'm so drenched that his finger slides easily in and out of me, and he adds another one when I start arching my hips against him.

"More," I beg.

He adds another finger and I start to feel a bit full. This is so nice, but I'd really prefer his cock. We've got all night, however, so I'm not too worried. I gasp when he starts fingerfucking me in earnest. His face is between my breasts, and he licks and kisses them as much as he can. I struggle a bit with the hand that's keeping me still.

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