Page 25 of Vixen's Guide to Christmas
Oh this vixen…
“Okay, then, it’s settled,” I say and turn back to the very relieved-looking hotel worker. “Can we get a second key please?”
“Yes, absolutely,” the attendant says and walks away. I take the break to turn back to Kat, needing to make sure one more time she’s okay with this.
“Are you absolutely sure?” I ask. “I can find somewhere else to stay.”
She shakes her head and leans into me. “I mean, I’d hoped that we’d be spending most nights together anyway. This just saves us the decision of whose room to go to.”
I turn slightly to kiss her cheek, but don’t pull away. “I love how your brain works.”
“Work smarter, not harder. Am I right?”
“Right,” I say, my voice coming out as a near growl as I grab our bags. “So fucking right.”
I have no less than a thousand questions to ask Kat. How did it never come up that we’d both be in East Tennessee? What kind of work does she do that also brings her here? And how in all the hotels in all of Rocky Top did we both end up here? Together?
But I’ll have plenty of time to ask all of those and more. Right now the only thing on my mind is kissing the hell out of this woman. I wanted to in the elevator. So did she. I could see it. Instead, we shared knowing looks about what happened the last time we were in an elevator, and what’s going to happen the second we’re inside our room.
“Door. Now.” I say into her ear, knowing I’m not helping one bit as I kiss down her neck as she tries to insert the key card.
“It’s not working,” she says, though I’m not sure how much she’s really trying. I seem to have found the spot on her neck where just a breath makes her literally melt into my arms.
“Do you want me to try?”
She nods and hands me the key. I step around her to get a better angle, but Kat doesn’t move. She stays right next to me, her hand not so slyly rubbing over my cock, and she presses those tits that I haven’t been able to get out of my mind into my arm.
“Kat…” I groan as I try to insert the card.
“What? Am I distracting you?”
“You know you are,” I say as I pull the card out too quickly, flashing the red light.
“I’m just saying, it’s not as easy as it looks.”
Her hand wraps around my cock through my jeans, squeezing it just enough to send the perfect amount of pleasure through me. Knowing I can’t wait a second more, I concentrate harder on this than I’ve concentrated on anything in my life, insert the key, and by the grace of the hotel gods it opens up.
We barely have our bags inside and the door hasn’t even latched before our lips are crashing together. We’re kissing like we haven’t seen each other in months, not just days. Our hands are everywhere, as lips are begging, and our feet are stumbling backward, hopefully leading us to a bed.
Shirts are already coming off as Kat and I literally fall into the mattress that somehow we found. We calm slightly and my weight settles in on top of her as our mouths and hands start to rediscover each other. Her legs are wrapping around me as I move down the cup of her bra—navy this time—as my mouth lowers to her nipple.
I feel her body squirm under me as I start kissing and sucking at the hard tip. I’ve always been a fucking goner for a woman with curves. And Kat? She has them for days and in all the right places. Full and perfect. Tits that I did, and will again, get lost in. Hips that I want to leave marks on with how hard I squeeze them. An ass that I want to see, and maybe make a little pink, as I take her from behind.
She’s perfection. And for this weekend, and hopefully longer, she’s all mine.
We start to find a more even rhythm—not as rushed and frantic—when I hear the telltale sign of her stomach rumbling. I stop what I’m doing, and she goes still, as it makes the gurgling sound again.
"Have you eaten today?"
"Yes," she says slowly, though her eyes are wandering like she has to think about it. "I had a bagel this morning.”
I lay down one more kiss on her chest before I prop myself up on my elbows. "How about this? We press pause to this—emphasis on pause—freshen up, go downstairs, and have our first official dinner date.”
She gives me a smile that hits me right in the heart. “I like the sound of that. Even though I still contend hot dogs were a valid first dinner.”
“I prefer to call it our appetizer.”
That makes her smile. “I must say, I’m surprised you want to go get dinner.”
