Page 22 of You Can't Ruin Christmas

Chapter Ten

“Mary,” he whispers between kisses.

I want this man so badly right now. My hands are on his pants, rubbing and stroking him until I can feel his throbbing hardness. He groans and picks me up to place me to lie down on an elegant upholstered bench in the corner of the room. I feel dizzy with need as I fumble to remove his clothing, but he grasps my wrists and looks at me.

“You know that you still have to audition, right?” Sven asks. “He didn’t promise you the role yet.”

“I don’t care,” I say.

“Mary, I don’t want our first time to be in a gym changing room.”

“But this is a really nice gym changing room,” I argue.

He smiles. “How about I just take care of you?” he whispers, grasping the waistband of my yoga pants and tugging them down over my hips and legs, along with my underwear. Before I can say anything, he is kneeling between my legs, with his mouth nestled against my wetness, and his tongue gently encircling my sensitive bud.

My hips lift as I moan and press myself into his face, seeking more. He teases me, dragging his tongue up and down my folds, and plunging his tongue into me a few times before he begins suckling on my clit. And he is really, really good at sucking on me. Wow.

“Sven,” I whisper, rocking my hips against him and tangling my fingers up in his hair. “Oh my god.”

He lifts one of my thighs to rest over his shoulders to give him better access as his finger joins the action, gently parting my folds and sliding into me, pulsing deep at the same rhythm of his tongue against my clit. I can feel the tension building as my orgasm approaches, and my hips buck against his mouth.

He inserts another finger, stretching my opening and filling me up a little better as he finger-fucks me into oblivion. When the waves of orgasm hit me, I am twisting and writhing against him as I cry out his name.

“You taste so good,” he says as he removes his fingers and cleans me up with his tongue, lapping up every drop.

My body feels spent and weak, and I can’t move or speak for a few seconds. When he repositions himself to kiss me, I wrap my arms around his neck and cling to him. I don’t even realize that he’s pulling my clothes back on until it’s too late.

“What about you?” I ask with disappointment. “I want to feel youinside me.”

“Later,” he says with a chuckle, kissing my forehead. “Mary, I’ve been waiting so many years to be with you. I told you that once I start, I won’t be able to stop. It might look suspicious if we’re in this changeroom for ten hours. And we’ll also miss our flight.”

“The flight!” I say with alarm, as I remember our plans. “Oh, you’re right. You haven’t even packed yet.”

“We will have plenty of time to enjoy each other later,” he assures me. “I will have to give you tons of time to make up for all the years we missed out on.”

“And tons of cock,” I inform him.

“Yes,” he says with a chuckle. “Trust me, there won’t be any shortage of that. Besides, there can’t be much else to do in Minnesota, right? Isn’t that why you’re really bringing me along? To keep your body warm so you don’t freeze to death on your Christmas tree farm?”

I laugh softly at this. “I think you’ll enjoy Snowflake Creek more than you think.”

“I think I’ll be too focused on enjoying you to even notice where I am.”

It’s the middle of the night, in the middle of the sky, somewhere over endless empty desert, plains, or farmland. Most of the passengers on the darkened plane have gone to sleep.

Sven is at my side, reading something. I was reading, too, when I got distracted and started staring at him thoughtfully.

He has noticed this, and puts his phone down to squint at me. “What?”

“You’re like… way too muscular to fit into an airplane bathroom, right?”

He lifts his eyebrows in surprise. “Seriously, Mary?”

“Asking for a friend,” I say with a wicked smile.

“Are you trying to kill me, woman?”

“Never,” I say innocently, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “I was just replaying things in my mind, and wondering if you have some kind of… health issue that prevents you from performing.”

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