Page 29 of Holiday Hoax

CHAPTER 10

MIA

His fingers slideunder my dress, gliding over my stockings until he reaches the lace at the top of them. My fingers move to the buttons of his shirt, quickly undoing each one. It feels like Christmas morning and the excitement of opening your first present.

Inch by inch of his chiseled chest and abs are revealed by the parting shirt. I shift my weight back so I can free it from his pants, but I’m too distracted by kissing him to look at where my hands are going. He groans as my hand grazes the large erection tenting his pants. I pull my hand back quickly, startled by what I’ve done.

His fingers caress the smooth skin of my thighs in soft circles, moving ever so slowly up to the juncture between my legs. I want them stroking me, teasing me but not as much as I want to rip his shirt off, so I can do my own exploring of his body.

“Let me take this off,” I plead against his lips as my fingers run up his chest to his shoulders.

He pulls his hands out from under my dress, so I can push his shirt off. I toss it on the other side of the couch as my eyes drink him in. His skin is pulled taut over lean muscles, and he has a smattering of blonde chest hair, a shade or two darker than those on his head. A darker trail of hair leads from below his belly button to beneath his waist.

“This next?” He runs the back of his fingers from my shoulders, over the swell of my breasts, and down my belly.

I stand and reach behind my back to grab the zipper. My cheeks flush as I watch him watch me with rapt attention as the dress loosens and falls to my feet. He stops me from moving when I try to climb back into his lap.

“Just a second. I’ve been thinking about seeing you like this for so long.”

I feel every sweep of his eyes as he takes me in. My nipples pebble against the lace holding them in place. Never in my wildest dreams did I think this would be the outcome of tonight when I chose the sexiest balconette bra and panty set I own. I just wanted the confidence that comes with knowing you have sexy underwear whether or not anyone else is going to see it.

Just as quickly as he stopped me, he’s pulling me back down onto his lap. I lower my core directly onto his cock and rock my hips against him. Pleasure pulses through me at the friction between us.

“Fuck,” he groans before catching my mouth with his own.

This kiss is deeper, more feral. His teeth scrape against my lip before trailing down my neck. He nips at the place where my pulse flutters and then laps at the hollow of my neck. My fingers slide into the hair at the back of his head and pull, angling his head back so I can kiss him again.

I can’t get enough.

He cups my breasts, his thumbs finding and stroking my nipples softly over the lace. He hooks a finger inside one cup andpulls it down, pushing that breast up at the perfect level to take between his lips. My head falls back as he circles the hardened nub with his tongue.

My pussy aches with need as he reaches around behind me and unclasps my bra. I let it fall down my arms and let it drop on the floor with my dress. As his lips descend on my other breast, I reach down and fist him over his pants. He’s so thick my pussy clenches in anticipation.

“We should move this to the bedroom,” he says after releasing my nipple with a pop.

“Yes.” I start to move off his lap, but he pulls me closer, standing and taking me with him while his hands cup my ass cheeks.

“Is there any part of you that isn’t fucking perfect, Mia?”

He carries me as if I weigh nothing. It’s not the first time, so I’m not sure why it’s surprising. But, fuck, is it sexy.

“I could say the same for you.”

He enters his bedroom and kicks the door shut with his foot behind him. I watch as he walks to his bedside table and pulls out a strip of condoms, setting them out within reach. We lock eyes as he opens his belt, the metal gently clanking as he unbuckles it. The room is quiet aside from our breaths and the swish of the belt through the loops.

I reach out before he can unbutton his pants. “Let me?”

He steps toward me with a crooked, soft smile as I reach toward the button on his pants. I can’t resist the urge to squeeze his erection before unzipping him. As his pants fall to the floor, I look back up and see a damp spot on the front of his boxer briefs.

Seeing that he was so turned on by me that his cock was weeping makes my blood sing with feminine power. The fact that he wants me that bad turns me on even more than I already was. I can feel how slick I am between my thighs, and he hasn’t even touched me there yet.

He presses me back onto the mattress, his lips once again finding mine. My thighs open for him as he shifts his thigh between mine. One of his hands runs down the length of my body, stopping to tease my nipple and explore my curves. He hooks his fingers under my panties and begins to slowly pull them past my hips.

I don’t breathe as he pulls them past my feet and then pushes my thighs apart. There are no lights on in the room, but the blinds are open, so ambient city light filters through the windows. I can feel his eyes on my cunt, memorizing and fantasizing about what he wants to do to me.

I cry out when he finally runs a fingertip through my soaked folds. He catches his lip between his teeth as he finds my clit and swirls my juices around the bundle of nerves. My hips arch off the bed chasing the teasing pleasure he’s doling out.

“You’re so wet, baby.” He slides two fingers inside me and groans. “Is all this for me?”

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