Page 21 of Christmas Eve Do-Over
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Duke
I still couldn't believe Shasta was here with me, holding my hand as I drove her back to my house. She loved me.
I was a teenager again, horny beyond belief, hoping I'd get her naked sooner rather than later. The difference was now I wanted her forever and knew how fickle life could be. If it meant holding off and spending time talking so we solidified our relationship, then so be it. I'm sure I could wait. Totally.
Her hand squeezed my thigh, traveling higher before she shook off my hand on top, her palm coming to rest on the very part of me that wasn't listening to my plans for conversation and nothing else.
I jerked in my seat, trying to keep the wheel steady. "Hey there, lady! I want to get us back home safely."
I glanced at her, seeing an evil smirk on her face that made my pants constrict painfully across my lap. She licked her lips and grazed her fingernails over my bulging sack of goodies.
"Ever had a blowjob while driving, Santa?"
"Wha—" My jaw dropped and my hips flexed forward, seeking more from her hand, even while my brain said "no."
Gripping the steering wheel to the point of breaking, I took the curve, trying to focus on the road ahead of me. We were on Pacific Coast Highway, running along the beach, several miles away from my place. I'd barely eased back onto the straight stretch when she buried her head in my lap, my zipper down before I could protest.
The split second of cool air, followed by a softness and warmth that stole my breath, had my jaw clenching, words not forming in my brain nor coming out of my mouth. I was as helpless as could be, every drop of blood in my body joining to surge into the part of me in her mouth.
Her tongue swirled over the head then she dropped down to take all of me in. My foot wobbled on the gas pedal and my spine tingled. Death was certainly imminent, but what a way to go.
"Shas—" I finally eked out a lame form of protest, but got cut off by her mumbled response, the rumble of which cleared my brain yet again. Goose bumps broke out over my skin, the pleasure of what she was doing taking my breath away. I was moments away from exploding in her mouth, not able to even pretend I had some level of stamina.
Her hand joined her mouth, her grip firm and delicious, the wet glide of her mouth, followed by the velvety soft swipe of her tongue pushing me right to the edge. My tires hit the bumps between the lanes with a loud rhythmic thumping. I jerked the wheel to get us back to our lane, feeling a drop of sweat drip down the side of my face.
"I can't—"
Her response was to stroke my shaft faster, the suction stronger.
I swerved off the side of the road to a lookout point I'd never noticed before. Gravel spit from my tires, pinging the back of my sports car before I slammed to a stop, thankful to not be navigating a curvy road in the dark, nor seeing other cars parked around me.
My hands grabbed her hair, lifting it off her face so I could view exactly what she was doing. Seeing her mouth wrapped around me in the moonlight streaming into the car was the most erotic thing I'd ever witnessed.
My hips lifted, and I felt myself hit the back of her throat, right before I tipped over, flooding her mouth and grunting out loud in the silent car. I threw my head back and screwed my eyes shut tight, trying to relax my hands so I didn't pull her hair, wondering briefly if I'd ever had an orgasm this strong.
The sound of giggling drifted to my ears. I wasn't sure how long it had been going on, considering I'd just lost all my senses there, momentarily. One eye opened to see Shasta wiping the corner of her mouth while she continued to laugh. My own lips tilted up into a smile simply from seeing her happy. When she smiled, all the years between went away, and all that was left was me and her, a shared past, and a future that could be anything we wanted.
I managed to open my other eye and zip my pants back up, all the while Shasta kept giggling.
"My ego is wilting in the face of your laughter, woman."
She turned to me with her sparkling eyes, that dimple winking just for me, the antidote to any grumpiness.
"I was just thinking about how Christmas Eve was my most hated day of the year and then I saw you dressed as Santa, dragging that girl onto your lap, and suddenly Christmas Eve isn't such a horrible day any longer. Oh, and I'd almost forgotten how much I love your thick cock."
I nearly swallowed my tongue, realizing my confident Shasta had gotten more brazen over the years. Just another thing to explore with her as we got to know each other again.
"Well, I'm glad to hear that. Maybe we could get home and you can share why you hate Christmas Eve and then I'll share more of my cock?"
Her eyes heated, and I knew I'd be more than ready for round two once we got home. I pulled her close and kissed her hard and quick before releasing her. Reaching across I got her seatbelt back around her. I'd almost killed us moments before. I wouldn't make that mistake again. She was precious, and I'd spend the rest of my life proving it to her if she'd let me.
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Her legs were over my lap as we sat on the couch in front of the fireplace sipping a glass of wine. My Christmas tree was still up and lit, embarrassingly sparse on the ornaments, but decked out in a ridiculous amount of string lights. I'd taken the presents for her out of my pants pocket and placed them back in the car while she used the restroom. I'd given her a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, over-the-top pleased to see her in my clothes.
I'd asked about her issues with the holidays, but she'd sidestepped my question, asking instead about my life since we parted ways. My hope was that she'd open up and tell me everything, but I'd bide my time, knowing when she finally did, I'd have her full trust, along with her heart.
