Page 20 of Mistletoe Bargain with the Billionaire

“Christ, you’re killing me.”

“You don’t want that?” she asks and there’s so much vulnerability in her tone I think it finishes me off. Could she believe for one second I wouldn’t want her?

“I do want that, very much. But will you regret it in the morning when…”

She cuts me off, lunging forward and pressing her lips to mine. I pull her against me eagerly, her lips the fix I'm craving. I need this more than air.

Her hand slips down and she palms my erection through my boxers. Any further arguments or honorable thoughts are swept away the second she’s touching me, kissing me. Who can think? Who wants to?

“Fuck, Carol,” I groan when she pulls back from that kiss. Her hand’s found its way inside my boxers and she wraps slim but sure fingers around my length and starts stroking.

“I never got a kiss last night,” she says, her voice betraying a very cute pout. “I wanted one.”

“I wanted one, too. You’re getting more than a kiss tonight,” I say darkly before I roll her to her back, allowing my own hands to wander.

I find my way under the waistband of those snowman jammies and let my fingers tease the silky smooth folds I discover. My finger traces her slit as she spreads her legs for me. “You’re wet,” I say in wonder.

She’s still got her hand wrapped around me. “And you’re hard. Looks like we both needed this.” Can’t argue with that.

I thrust into her hand while thumbing her clit. My other hand deftly works at the buttons of her pajama top until I’ve yanked it open. “Hold on.” If I’m going to get Carol off, I’m going to watch it happen. I click on the light and there’s those delectable pink-tipped tits again I saw earlier but up close now.

I lower my mouth to suckle her as her thumb spreads precum across the head of my cock. Considering we never did any exploring like this together as teens, we’re quick learners when it comes to each other’s bodies.

“Yes, Nick,” she whimpers when I sink a finger into her wet pussy.

Ignoring my own building orgasm, desperate to see her reach hers, I focus on the bundle of nerves at the apex of her sex, start pumping into her with two fingers and worship one nipple and then the other with my mouth.

Carol’s wonderfully responsive, drawn up tight for me like a bowstring just before her release washes over her. She arches her back and cries out while I savor the spasms of her silky walls around my fingers. I watch her the whole time, fascinated by this woman and fucking honored to give her an orgasm, the first of many if allowed.

When her eyes flutter open again, there’s that shy blush which knocks my socks off. Why? I couldn’t tell you. I just love how she’s bold and carefree one moment and then blushing demurely the next.

“That was… oh my, Christmas cookies,” she exhales and I have to laugh. She’s fucking adorable with her Christmas pajamas askew, her hair a mess and the flush of an orgasm heightening her natural beauty.

“Oh my, Christmas cookies?” I repeat, chuckling. “You know just what to say to a guy, honey.”

She giggles and says, “I know what to do to a guy, too.” Her hand gets busy again. I groan and shift to my back. She rolls to her side and hovers over me, shoving my boxers down enough to see me. “That sure is a giant peppermint stick you’ve got, Mr. Frost.”

I’d laugh at the ridiculous compliment if I wasn’t so caught up in the moment. “It really liked your sugarplums.”

She makes a little growly noise and moves her hand faster before dipping down to take the head of my cock into her mouth. “Ohfuck.” It won’t take much of that considering how turned on I am.

Hot and wet, she licks and sucks, working me towards release. I give her a nudge to warn her but she doesn’t budge. Instead, she sucks me harder and I’m lost. My orgasm rips through me from my spine to my balls and I come in her mouth with her hand moving downward to cup my balls. I curl my fingers through her soft blonde hair as the sensational pleasure overwhelms me. God, help me, this is the perfect cure for road trip fatigue.

When I’m spent, Carol props up on an elbow, licking at the corners of her mouth, chasing down what bit of my release tried to escape her, and then kisses me once more. Slow and sweet now, we kiss as her hand rests over my rapidly beating heart.

“I think we’ll both sleep better now,” my wild child says. If only teenage me had realized what a goddess she was, I never would’ve lost touch with her. One final kiss and then, “Goodnight, Nicky.”

“Goodnight,” I tell her, my heart, impossibly, beating just a little faster. My ‘no catching feelings’ resolve may be totally fucked before this is over.

She flicks off the light again and curls up against my side. I don’t resist her desire for cuddling. I find that I’m craving it just like I crave her kisses, her body and her company.

As my pulse finally slows, the post-orgasm fatigue descends. Soon enough, we’re happily heading off to dreamland where visions of Carol’s sugarplums dance in my head.

12-Carol

Road Trip Rule #7: Eventually, it will end. (Now what?)

Our new word for today, boys and girls, isawkward. Here’s an example of the word in a sentence - Waking up in a hotel room after your childhood friend/the guy you’re going to fake a relationship with for the holidays rocked your socks and crocs last night can leave you feeling veryawkward.

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