Page 23 of Christmas Candy

My heart chills. “Too much, too soon?”

“No.” She kisses me, and love explodes inside my heart. “You’re my just right.”

I run my hands down her back, pressing her closer. I can’t get enough.

“Can I tell you something?” I kiss to her neck and lick up to her ear. She trembles and her breath comes out in a soft pant.

“Y-yes.” She clutches my shirt.

I nibble at her earlobe and slide my hands down to her waist and under her shirt. “I’ve had a fantasy about you.”

“Yeah?” She drops her head back, and I kiss to her collarbone. “Like what?”

“Well.” I slide my hand down to the waistband of her yoga pants. “It involves these.”

“My pants?”

I press my fingers lower and ease them into her panties. She’s wet, and I circle her clit slowly with my index finger. “Do you happen to have a spare set?”

Olive

“Aspare set?” Imoan as he flicks his finger across my clit. “Yes.”

“Perfect.” He presses two fingers inside me.

“Hank.” I sigh as he pulls down the cup of my sports bra and captures a nipple in his mouth. “What are you going to do to my pants?”

He laughs against my breast, and it sends a shiver of pleasure through me. In a quick movement, he turns me over and presses my chest against the arm of the love seat. He yanks my ass into the air.

“What are you—”

The ripping sound has me turning my head to gape at him. But he’s not looking at me. He stares at the hole he’s torn in my pants, then pushes my panties to the side and lowers his head. When his tongue hits my folds, I exhale on an “oh.”

“Stretch your tree to the heavens!” Candace’s over-enthusiastic voice filters through the wall.

He doesn’t stop. He explores me, tasting me deeply before running his tongue to my clit and flicking it.

Something about the way he tore open my pants turns me on more than it should, and I’m already panting and rocking my hips against his tongue. He eases two fingers into me, and I ride them.

“Jesus, I’m going to come in my pants if you keep this up.”

“Fuck me.” I can’t think about anything except him, his tongue, his cock. I want it all. “Please.”

“Fucking hell, woman.” He gets onto his knees behind me, and then I feel his head push against my wet entrance.

I push myself up on the arm of the sofa, almost planking as he eases into me with steady strokes. Once he’s all the way in, I start rocking back onto him. Before long, his skin is slapping into mine as we work together, both of us chasing our orgasms.

He grips my shoulder and pulls me up to him. Pistoning up into me, he reaches around and begins strumming my clit. I lose my rhythm as my legs begin to tremble and my hips seize.

“I’m there. I’m, I—”

He claps his hand over my mouth as I explode around his cock. I moan into his palm as he surges into me. Each wave of pleasure washes over me until I’m utterly sated. He surges into me a few more times, then groans and buries himself deep. I feel his cock kicking inside me, each spurt setting off an aftershock of bliss.

When he’s done, he sits back on the couch and pulls me into his lap again. He kisses me, his lips warm and tender.

“Are you okay?” He wipes a few sweaty strands off my forehead.

“Better than okay.” I snuggle against him. “I think I’m in love.”

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