Page 14 of One Night at Christmas

“Is that bad?”

“It’s heaven.” He sucked one into his mouth, and she squirmed and moaned. At the same time, he ran a hand down her belly to push between her legs. His fingers eased inside her pussy, and she pumped into it. He worked his fingers in and out of her with as much force as he’d done when it was his dick. She teetered on an orgasm far sooner than she expected.

“Bryson, you’re going to make me come with your hand.”

He let her nipple pop from between his lips and moved to the other breast. Sweet kisses made her shiver. “I’m going to make you come with my hand, my dick, and anything else I can do it with. Maybe later I’ll clean you up and use my mouth.”

She gasped. “You…we’re doing that?”

“You don’t have to do me. There’s no way I can get my dick in that tiny mouth.”

“I could lick the head.”

His dick jumped against her leg. The suggestion must have excited him. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

She pulled his face up so he had to look at her. “I’m going to. Tonight is our Christmas celebration, together at last and finally. We’re going to enjoy ourselves in every way possible.”

“Then come for me, baby.” He squeezed her mound, and shockwaves reverberated all over her system.

When she was done and gasping for breath, Bryson sprang off the bed and whipped her into his arms. She shrieked in surprise.

“What are you doing?”

“We’re getting cleaned up.”

“I can walk.”

“You said we were going to enjoy ourselves. I’m having fun carrying you.”

“I weigh more than I look.”

“And I’m a big man.”

“That you are.”

They both laughed as he carried her into the bathroom. He settled her on her feet and turned on the shower. All her fantasies were coming true. She had dreamed so many nights of showering with him and making love in there.

When the water was warm, they stepped under the stream. She didn’t worry about her hair getting wet because it held a fresh perm, and she would only have to wash it and blow it out for it to be fine in the morning.

Beads of water ran down Bryson’s chest. She licked them, loving the feel of his hot skin. It was a wonder steam didn’t rise from the beautiful flesh. She couldn’t get enough of him.

“Let me?” she asked when he grabbed the soap.

He placed it in her hands, and she soaped her palms then ran them over his cock. Gently, she washed him and stroked the length of his cock at the same time. He threw his head back and moaned. She got down on her knees, bringing the head in line with her mouth. Yup, no way could she get it in. Her jaw structure was pretty narrow, and Bryson too thick. Still, she planned to pleasure him until he came.

She ran her tongue along the underside of his dick and held his balls in one hand, gently massaging them. He settled against the wall of the shower and watched as she kissed and licked all around the head of his cock. Just the tiniest of sucks on the top brought grunts of pleasure. She kissed her way down to the base and worked her way up. His cock jumped so much she could hardly hold on. A tiny nip at the sensitive skin and he jerked.

She sprang back. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, I’m about to lose it, baby. Your mouth is incredible.”

She sucked as much of the head as she could into her mouth and worked him, bringing down the pressure of the roof of her mouth on it. At the same time, she stroked his balls. They drew tighter, and Bryson seemed to struggle to keep still. She knew he didn’t want to hurt her by pumping, so she pumped her hand along his length.

“Oh, God, I’m going to come, Charon. I can’t hold it. Wait, maybe I should—”

Her mouth was suddenly flooded with come. It dribbled down her chin and rinsed away in the water. She didn’t let up until he slumped against the wall. Afterward, she gave him one last kiss and rose. He dragged her against his chest and crushed her in a strong embrace. She rested her head on his chest while he rubbed her back. The warm water sprayed on their heads and down their joined bodies.

Chapter Six

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