Page 19 of Christmas in July

CHAPTER 10

THEODORE

When Leilani descends the small staircase in our suite, wearing the dress and shoes I picked out for her, my mouth goes very dry. She looks like a Hawaiian princess. The most stunningly beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. My body responds instantly, flooding with desire and arousal.

I can't stop staring at the slit of that black dress running all the way up to her thighs, concealing so much, but revealing a tantalizing hint of flesh when she walks. It makes me ache to see more. I have freshened up too, and put on a new shirt and blazer, along with nice new pants. I am sure that this time, she'll be able to see the impression of my hard on through the fabric—but I don't care. I can't stop staring. Her hair has been styled, and she put on some elegant makeup and dark red lipstick.

Her efforts have transformed her from being casually pretty to absolutely magnificent. I can't stop looking at her lips. I have been resisting kissing her since I first laid eyes on her, but I'm not going to last much longer with that vibrant, sultry color dragging my eyes constantly to her mouth. It's just going to be impossible. The hardness of my dick increases as she moves closer.

"You look stunning, little lady," I say as she smiles at me. I take her hand and kiss the back of it, trying my best to treat her with respect, instead of acting on my animalistic urges to tear that expensive dress off her and claim her body right here on this sofa. All I can think about is being inside her.

"Give any girl this dress, and these shoes, and she will look pretty good," Leilani says modestly.

"I'm not looking at the damn dress or the shoes—I'm looking at the woman wearing them," I assure her. "And you wear them very, very, very well."

A tiny flicker of something dances across her eyes. "Uh, hey," she says, stepping closer, and speaking in nearly a whisper. The scent of her shampoo hits me again—with renewed power since she must have just washed her hair. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure," I respond, trying my best to focus on her words, while I'm closing my eyes and letting my face drift near her hair. She's applied some perfume, too. God damn it. My body is already on sensory overload from how sexy she looks in that dress, with the deep, plunging neckline going almost all the way to her bellybutton. It reveals so much of her breasts that I can hardly resist shoving my face into them. I want to shower them with kisses, and suck on them until she moans. My dick is throbbing almost painfully hard now, with the severity of my erection.

Her proximity isn’t helping. If there was a scale to measure dick hardness, like the Mohs scale or Richter scale for earthquakes, mine would be a twelve at the least. My hands slide to rest on Leilani's shoulders, and my fingertips tremble as they toy with the fabric of the shoulder straps and I try to resist the urge to slide the damn dress off completely.

Why did I decide to torture myself like this? I should have bought her some god damn sweatpants and a hoodie! I didn't know that I had so little self-control.

"I don't want to offend you," Leilani says softly, as she stands very close to me, nearly whispering, "but your fashion sense is just so, so, so good. I just have to ask, because I'm curious. And it's driving me a bit crazy..."

"What is it, Leilani?" I say hoarsely, struggling to keep the arousal out of my voice. But it's difficult to concentrate when she's standing so close to me, and my fingers are begging for permission from my brain to tear her dress off completely.

"I just wanted to make sure that you actually wanted a date-date tonight," she asks shyly, looking down and blushing a bit. "It's just... these clothes and shoes. They're so beautiful that I couldn't help wondering—and it's totally okay, no judgment here. But are you sure you… like girls? Do you, by any chance, like men instead? It’s totally cool—"

I growl softly at the question. Before I realize what I'm doing, I have pinned her body against the nearest wall, and I am smashing my mouth against hers, in a fierce, demanding, ravenous kiss. She gasps in shock, but kisses back, moaning against me. My hands explore her body, cupping and kneading her breasts like I have been craving to do for so long—it feels like an eternity when in reality, it's only been a few hours.

I slide one of my hands down between her legs, expecting to touch her panties, but I am surprised when I feel the warm skin of her sex. And my dick threatens to explode through my pants entirely when my fingers discover how wet she is already—ready for me and wanting me. I break our kiss to look down at her in shock.

"I—I didn't want pantylines to show through the dress," she explains in a small whisper, with her dark red lipstick smeared hotly all over her face. This makes me come to my senses a little.

"Leilani," I say softly, taking her hand and placing it directly on the heat of my throbbing cock. "Does this answer your question?"

She nods slowly, squeezing and feeling the size of my member curiously, tentatively. Her hand also slides down to my balls, exploring and massaging me through my pants. My hips thrust myself into her hand without my permission, and I groan. Just when I thought it wasn't possible to get any harder, I can feel my dick leaking a few drops of precum in anticipation of wanting to blow my entire load inside her. I rub my thumb over her lips, with the smeared red lipstick, and imagine her smearing that same lipstick all over my erection.

"We need to go. We're going to miss our dinner plans," I tell her softly, although I can't resist sliding my hand between her legs once again, and dipping into her delicious wetness. I look into her eyes as I slip a finger inside her, and watch her gasp and moan. Her head tilts back as the pleasure washes through her body.

"I don't care about dinner," she whispers in response, holding onto me for support as I make her knees buckle with the intensity of her building orgasm.

"Well, I do," I tell her, grasping both of her hips and kissing down the deep plunge neckline of her dress. I lower myself to my knees, and separate the slit of her dress at her thighs, to expose her sex to me. I capture her clit in my mouth.

"Oh god," she moans, and I feel her legs growing weak and shaking with the pleasure. I wrap my arms around her thighs to give her support as I plunge my tongue into her wetness, before swirling it around and around her clit, until she is tangling both of her hands up in my hair, and crying out my name.

I lick and suck and make love to her clit, until her wetness is dripping down my chin, and her back arches involuntarily.

"Teddy!"

Her fingers pull on my hair as she screams my name, her body trembling in my hands with the waves of her orgasm. She tastes divine. Like ambrosia. It's literally the best taste that has ever been on my tongue. If I climbed every sacred mountain in the world, hunting for a goddess, I doubt that any woman, human or deity, could taste and smell and feel as good as my Leilani does in my arms. She's just perfect for me.

I rise to my feet slowly, holding her, and kissing her lips again and again. I embrace her gently against me as she comes down from the body-rocking pleasure, still breathing hard.

"We'd better, go, my dear," I tell her softly, caressing her hair.

"What about you?" she whispers, reaching for my still raging boner.

"I can wait," I tell her softly. “I want to take my time with you, later.”

"Good god," she whispers. "I am so glad you're not gay."

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