Page 39 of Not Like Christmas At All
“What’s in it?”
“I make mine with traditional ingredients: feta, onion, spinach, and herbs, wrapped in phyllo dough.” She presses her index finger against the outside of one. “Let them cool for a few minutes and then you’re trying it.”
“Deal. What’s next? How can I help?”
“Just stand there and look handsome while I get these cookies in the oven.”
As she rolls the dough into precise balls and places them on her parchment-lined baking sheet, I cling to her every word, watching as she works effortlessly.
The steady strum of my heart beats in my chest, and when she slides the cookies into the oven, then goes to wash her hands, I stalk over to her, unable to keep my hands to myself a second longer.
Pressing my hips into her backside, I skate my palms around the front of her, pulling her flush against me. Breathing her in, I trail open-mouth kisses against her exposed neck.
She moans under my touch, tossing the towel she’s holding onto the counter before she spins in my grasp, wrapping her arms around my neck.
I kiss her with abandon and reach my hand under her dress to rub her over her leggings.
“Lincoln—” she moans, saying my name like a prayer.
“Yes, baby?” I croon. Lifting her by the backs of her thighs, her legs wrap around me as I guide her to the counter, placing her on top of it.
“I need you.”
“I know.” I tug the hem of her sweater dress up, bunching it around her hips. “I’ve got you.”
Gen lifts her hips to help me as I pull her leggings and panties down, securing them around her ankles. My cock hardens with a desperate need to be inside of her, straining against my jeans as I pull her roughly to the edge. A surprised squeal flies past herlips as her back hits the counter, and it takes me less than three seconds to dip under her legs, securing myself between them.
With the first swipe of my tongue against her wet, delicious arousal, her thighs tighten around my head. I’ve never felt more at home than I do between Gen’s legs.
As my tongue continues its assault against Gen’s clit, I relish in her moans. The way her hips squirm have me reaching down to palm my aching cock, but right now isn’t about me. I can’t wait to get inside of her later, but for now, I’m making it my mission to bring her to ruin against my tongue before this first batch of cookies is done.
Two fingers slide into her easily as I continue to flick my tongue against her clit. Curling upward, I find her G-spot and stroke it, watching as pleasure flits across her face.
My fingers never relent as her core tightens and she begins to spasm around them, crying out when her orgasm washes over her. Her juices drench my fingers, the sound audible as I continue to thrust them inside her.
But a quick glance at the timer on the oven tells me we still have plenty of time.
“Let’s go.” Grabbing Gen’s hand, I pull her to sit, but before she’s able to hop off the counter, I grab around her waist and hoist her over my shoulder.
“Go where!” She kicks her feet playfully, and her leggings and panties fall to the floor as I walk through her living room. “Lincoln, put me down!”
“You didn’t think I was done with you already, did you?” My hand lands with a sharp smack against her exposed ass as we approach her bedroom door. Then I notice the strand of Christmas lights hanging over it—unplugged—so I pull them down, letting them drag behind me as we enter her room.
“Hey! I was going to plug those in later,” she whines playfully.
My foot kicks her door closed behind us, and I don’t bother with the lights as I take her straight to her bed, tossing her onto it.
“I can think of a better use for them.” Crawling up the bed, I straddle her body, tugging her dress up over her head. Our bodies press together—her fully naked, me fully clothed—and I grab both of her wrists as I lay her back down.
A smile tugs at my lips. Grabbing the Christmas lights I temporarily abandoned to undress her, I slowly wind them around her wrists and down her arms, securing them over her head.
“You’re tying me up?” Her eyes glitter with excitement.
I unplug her phone charger and plug in the lights instead. The room instantly illuminates with soft, multicolored lights that cast a festive glow around us.
Still holding her wrists, I lean down and kiss her hard. She watches me with a hunger in her eyes as I shed my clothes, using controlled care to remove the fabric from my body. By the time I lower myself on top of her, the room is charged with combustible electricity, both of us desperate for the other.
Gen’s legs wrap around my hips, pulling me closer to her. There’s no doubt in my mind that this woman was meant to be mine.
