Page 47 of Getting Wrapped Up

He reached for his pants and pulled three condoms from the pocket, tossing them onto the coffee table.

She reached for her pants and pulled three candy canes from the pocket, tossing them onto the coffee table beside the condoms.

He groaned.

She went to her knees.

“Kate—”

“Shh,” she told him. “I dreamed about this last night. It woke me up. I had to give myself an orgasm to get back to sleep.”

The breath of air he’d taken jammed in his lungs. Kate had given herself an orgasm last night thinking of him? Right upstairs from where he’d been lying on the couch resisting doing the very same thing thinking of her in the truck, coming apart around his fingers?

She looked up at him from her kneeling position, and Levi bit back a groan. There was very little in the world more erotic than a gorgeous woman on her knees in front of a raging hard-on.

Watching his face, she wrapped her fingers around him.

Pleasure ripped through him. From that one touch. He was probably going to die sometime during this blowjob.

Kate stroked her hand up and down his length, squeezing slightly, running her thumb over the head when at the top and brushing her thumb over his sac when at the base.

She repeated the pattern a few times and Levi’s breathing grew more and more ragged. “Kate…”

Without a word or a change in rhythm, she reached for the coffee table and picked up a candy cane. She lifted it to her mouth and pulled the wrapper off with her teeth, continuing to stroke him. Then she bit off the curved top of the cane. As she chewed the peppermint candy, she continued the handjob, increasing her pressure and pace.

Levi couldn’t tear his eyes from her. The desire in her eyes was addictive, and as the scent of peppermint drifted up to him, he knew he’d forever get hard when he saw the red-and-white-striped mints at the front entrance of every restaurant he went into.

“Kate—” He tried again. Though it wasn’t like he wanted her to stop. But he felt like he should say something. Something like, “I’ve never felt this way before.” Or, “Where have you been all my life?”

He bit the words back though. At least he knew enough to know that a woman would be skeptical about the sincerity of any romantic words said during a handjob.

Still, it was a phenomenal handjob.

And then it got even better.

She swallowed the candy in her mouth, lined the remaining peppermint stick up along his length and leaned in.

His hand instinctively went to her head, sinking his fingers into her silky hair as she took him and the candy into her mouth at the same time.

Mentioning the candy canes last night had probably been the smartest thing he’d ever said in his life.

She sucked and then ran her tongue up and down both lengths. She took both nearly all the way in, sucked lightly, then harder. Levi curled his fingers into her hair. He resisted adding his other hand and taking over the rhythm of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. Barely.

She was making some very nice noises as she sucked and licked even faster, and Levi didn’t care if she wanted to include food in every blowjob she ever gave him from this moment on. The sight and sounds of this woman greedily tonguing and sucking him was something he’d gladly do anything to perpetuate.

But he was nearly at his breaking point.

He was absolutely positive he could get it back up again in a short time if he gave in to his orgasm now, but the first time he went over that cliff with Kate, he wanted to be buried deep, and he wanted her right there with him.

With impressive will power and in one fluid motion, he pulled her mouth off him and pivoted to back her up to the couch. He nudged her down onto the cushions on her back, grabbed her hips to position her and spread her knees.

“My turn,” he said gruffly.

She still held the cane in her fingers and he took it from her, sliding it into his mouth, wetting the length with his own tongue. He kept his eyes on hers as he drew the candy around her nipple and then leaned in to suck and lick the hard tip. He repeated it on the other side, then licked the candy cane again and drew the sticky sweetness down her stomach, following the candy trail with his tongue. When he got to her bare mound, he again wet the candy. He slid the cane down over her clit, loving the way she hissed at the contact. The scent of peppermint and aroused woman surrounded him and his whole body clenched with the need to have her. Levi forced himself to go slow though, drawing the candy cane along her cleft, circling her clit and then doing it all again.

Kate’s hips arched off the couch and she moaned.

Yes, he wanted lots more of that.

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