Page 12 of Mistletoe Magic

“While you’re in Florida, I don’t want you to see anyone but me. I won’t see anyone but you. What happens in California is none of my business.”

“I like this proposition. I didn’t come to Florida to find someone. But I’m loving it so far. The comment about California— get it out of your head right now. I’m not even thinking about going home. I’m focused on you and the next two weeks. I only want to spend it in your bed, taking you out on dates at night and spending the days at the rink with you.”

“I can agree with that.” I smile. “Do you think we can take this to go?” I rub my barefoot up his leg. He’s wearing a light blue shirt that matches his eyes with black dress pants. He groans.

“You need to stop, and no. We’re on a date, damn it.” He tries to act all upset, which makes me laugh. We eat and talk about ourselves. I learned he loves cold sports, hockey and skiing. He loves being in the business world, but he’s bored with it and wants to try something else. Uncle Denny was his biggest cheerleader next to his mom, of course. He hates his one sister-in-law because she only married his brother for money.

He learned I love hockey and how I rocked at it. My sister and I used to be the best of friends. I still don’t know where that went down. I may or may not have spent thirty minutes talking about Timmy. He can’t wait to meet him.

“This night has been magical.” I twirl around in the sand. The sun has already set, so the moon reflects off the water. Hunter is carrying my shoes as I run around the beach. “Besides the ice, this is one of my favorite places of all time.”

“Really? The beach has never been a place for me. I hate the sand.” Hunter looks around.

“Take off your shoes and socks,” I demand with my arms crossed, pushing up my chest. He’s licking his lips again. The way this man reacts to my body clothed as if I was fully naked makes me want to keep him forever. He does as I tell him, though. I take my shoes and his, then toss them aside. There is no one else around. “Now, take your feet and wiggle those toes into the sand.”

Hunter stutters an argument.

Isthis man really trying to argue with me?

Hunter

“I hate the beach.”I stand here muttering to myself as I take my shoes and socks off. Ava is making me dig my toes into the sand with her, and I don’t want to do it, but she’s standing there looking all sexy.

“Now that you’re finally done. Do what I do.” She wiggles her toes, so she’s digging herself into it. The sand goes from being coarse to cool and damp. “Feel that? It’s why I love the beach. It goes from rough and difficult to stand on to beautiful and cool.” She sighs like she’s talking to no one in particular. The moonlight hits her bare shoulders as her hair shimmers. I shake off the sand and walk to her, kissing her. I love feeling her body mold to me when I hold her in my arms.

“Let’s go back to my hotel. It’s right over there.” She nods quickly. I pick her up as we walk down the beach. We leave her car at the restaurant. “I’ll call and tell them I’ll pick it up in the morning.” She giggles. I carry her in my arms through the hotel parking lot, lobby, and into the elevator. Once the doors close, I sit her down, pushing her up against the wall. I kiss her, running my hands down her sides, admiring her curves.

I’m on the ninth floor, so I have some time before we stop. My hands move up her inner thigh as she separates her legs. She licks her lips and swallows hard. My fingers find her underwear, and moving it out of the way, I slide a finger into her. Ava’s head bangs against the wall with a moan. The inside of her pussy is warm and wet. I want to bury my face between her thighs right now, but I need to wait until I know we won’t be interrupted.

The elevator reaches the ninth floor, and the doors open. I release myself from her as we walk hand-in-hand to my room. We’re down at the end of the hall. Earlier today, it seemed like it was close to the elevator, but right now, it seems like my room is the length of a football field away.

Once in the room, Ava removes her dress, revealing she’s only wearing a pair of black underwear. I drop to my knees, grabbing her hips, bringing her close to me. Her breasts are at eye level with me. I flick her nipple with my tongue before taking it fully into my mouth. I’m sucking hard as she grabs my hair, controlling my movements. Ava’s breathing picks up as a small gasp escapes her mouth when I pop the nipple out of my mouth.

“Hunter, I need you inside. The foreplay is incredible,” Ava sighs, “please,” she whimpers. I pick her up and toss her onto the bed. I slowly slide the underwear down her body before twirling them on my finger, sending them flying across the room. She giggles. “Are you going to join me, or do I pleasure myself?” Ava stares right at me as her fingers find her pussy. Now it’s my turn to swallow hard. I unbutton my shirt to expose my chest. Ava takes her forefinger to make circular movements on her clit. She closes her eyes, and her bright red lips slightly part as she uses her left hand to slide a finger inside.

Removing my shirt, I drop it to the floor where I stand. I unbutton my dress pants and do nothing because I want to see how far she’ll push this control aspect. I’m the one in control of all elements in the bedroom, but I’m loving how she has me doing as she orders. I drop to my knees after she adds the third finger to her pussy.

“Here, let me have a taste,” I whisper. I grab her wrist to stop her fingers, wanting to put them in my mouth, but I refrain. Ava’s pussy is well primed for my cock, and boy, do I want to put it in there. My tongue slides in, and if my tongue was a cartoon character, fireworks would go off everywhere.

What hasthis woman done to me?

Ava

Where has this woman been,and why is Hunter the man to bring her out of me? When Matthew left me, he said I didn’t excite him in the bedroom. Hunter seems turned on by me. As his tongue slips in and out of my pussy, I quicken my pace on my clit. I need to come so badly right now.

My knees quiver as his hands grip my thighs. My pussy flexes around his tongue, and he mumbles something unintelligible. My insides are coming undone as he removes his tongue and pants.

“Ready?”

“Now,” I demand. Hunter can’t help but laugh as he towers over me. My arousal still on his lips, he slides into me in one quick motion. His hardening cock moving in and out of me gives me a pleasure I didn’t know existed. The movement we’re doing together awakens every nerve in my body— like fire. Hunter’s mouth finds my nipple. He tugs and sucks on them, bringing me over the edge.

I lift my hips in sync with his movement. Now, I know you’re not supposed to compare lovers and whatnot, but I’ve never felt more alive and sexier than I do right now with Hunter. Maybe this is what they talk about— how love can make sex a thousand times better. Does this mean I love him or that I never knew what love was before right now?

I stare into Hunter’s eyes and get lost in them. I’m overcome with so many emotions, but my body tenses up, and I know I’m about to come. Hunter knows it too as he slows his pace— one, two, three long, slow, drawn-out strokes before one final pounding, for lack of a better word. My back arches up as I scream his name, and he grunts my name before collapsing on me. We spend a couple of minutes lying here, tangled up, trying to control our breathing.

Hunter is running a bath for us. I’m wearing the dress shirt he wore earlier. The curtains are open, and I absentmindedly stare out the window, watching the palm trees wave with the light breeze that flows. People are arriving at the hotel even this late at night. I wonder if any of them are coming to the Candy Cane Village or just in town to go to Disney World for the holidays. Strong arms wrap around my waist.

“That shirt definitely looks better on you than me.”

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