Page 55 of Santa Baby Maybe
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The feel of her reaching around to the front of my pants was nearly my undoing. Like a signal of what might actually happen. And the thought of it, Joy on her knees, taking me into her mouth. It was almost too much.
“We shouldn’t do this here,” I said.
“Too late. We already let that ship sail. Besides, I’m going to make a pretty safe bet we’re not the only ones who are going to be getting it on at the holiday party. Sophie definitely had ideas in her head.”
“The power could come backon any second. Hmm.” I whimpered when she dipped her hands into my boxer briefs and pulled me free again. Stroking me up and down as she did.
“Turn around.”
I wanted to treat her right. I wanted to be a gentleman. I didn’t want to be the kind of guy who would let his possibly pregnant soon-to-be girlfriend sink to her knees in a public elevator and take him in her mouth.
Except I wasn’t a gentleman. I was a man. Who desperately wanted this woman in any way I could have her.
Turning slowly I pressed my back against the doors and pushed my fingers through my own hair so I wouldn’t be tempted to run them through hers, to guide her in the way I wanted. This was for her to control. Somehow I knew that. I had to let her have the power.
Don’t look down. Don’t look down.
Too late.
I dipped my head and watched as she sank to the carpeted floor of the elevator. Her breasts were nearly heaving out of the dress she wore. She pressed one hand on my thigh and squeezed it. Which somehow I felt in my balls. Then, with her other hand, she guided my cock to her mouth, teasing me brutally by using her tongue to lick the head of it.
I banged my head back against the elevator doors, closing my eyes and fisting a clump of my own hair. Hers to do with as she wished. That’s what I told myself. Which apparently was the slowest kind of torture and pleasure I’d ever known.
She needed to stop. I couldn’t do this. She couldn’t torment the come out of me. I was going to have to take myself in my hand. Give myself the pressure I needed to end this exquisite ride.
But then she started sucking me into her mouth. Pulling me deep inside, while her hand tightened around the base of my cock.
“Yes! Fuck!” I banged my head again. Hard. It was the only way I knew how to control my hips. To stop them from thrusting and forcing her to take more of me than she could handle.
But she could handle a lot. And she was relentless. With the pressure of her mouth, of her strokes, the teasing of her tongue. She hit the underside of the head of my dick with her tongue and I lost it.
“Joy. Fuck, Joy. I’m going to come. I can’t…”
It was all the warning I had to give her, but it didn’t scare her away. If anything, she sucked me harder and stayed with me while I came in her mouth. My head sank forward and I looked at her then. My possibly pregnant soon-to-be girlfriend, on her knees, licking her lips after having given me the orgasm of my life.
Only comparable to the last one she gave me.
She smiled up at me cheekily. “That was fun.”
“That wasn’t fun,” I groaned. “That was mind-blowing.”
I reached down to help her to her feet. Then she did this crazy intimate thing by tucking my still-sensitive dick back inside my boxer briefs. So carefully and gently, as if it was precious to her. As if I was. She fastened my pants and buckled my belt, and I had this crazy thought that I hoped forty years from now she would do the same for me.
Unable to help myself, I hugged her. Wrapped my arms around her and held as tightly as I could without squeezing her too hard. I felt her arms come around my back as if she understood that this was more than being grateful for an epic blow job. More than want. More than sex.
I couldn’t say how long it was that I held her that way, or that she held me that way. Eventually we heard a beep. And the red emergency light went off replaced by the overhead track lights. I could feel the elevator dip as it started its descent and I knew our time in this tiny bubble was almost over.
Soon the reality of our future was about to hit us. One way or the other.
But I needed her to know that, regardless of the outcome of a test, I wanted her with me. I needed her with me.
I pulled away from her and she dipped her head. “Joy, promise me that this is just the beginning. No matter what.”
She couldn’t look at me so I cupped her cheeks in my hands and raised her face to mine.
