Page 18 of Christmas in Vines

Nothing seemed to define what we were—and I was okay with it. Could we jump into bed without any feelings getting attached?

We finished the s’mores and headed to the car by nine, and I drove us back to her Clarkston compound in comfortable silence. When I parked, I turned to her, “So now that I have survived dressing the tree, what other trial of Hercules do you have in store for me?”

“Build a snowman,” she replied. “Simple, right?”

“I suppose—”

Leaning over the console, she kissed me and the ideas I had about how to turn building a snowman into something more vanished. At first, it was slow and gentle, and my mouth explored hers, but it grew to something more, harder, deeper, sensual, open-mouthed kisses that she returned kiss for kiss. Her hands slid up my arms to thread through my hair and draw me closer. It was desperate, wild, and raw. Lips, tongue, and the occasional scrape of teeth as we kissed, and kissed, and kissed.

I broke it to slide my seat back and unceremoniously hauled Willow up from her seat to straddle my lap. My lips slid their way from hers to trail down her jaw and over her neck, kissing and tasting her soft, fragrant skin. My hands held her waist tight while she did this sensual rocking against me.

She practically purred as I kissed and licked, and my hot breath skimmed on the skin of her neck. Willow rubbed herself against me, and I slid my hands under her sweatshirt. Her skin was so soft and silky, and I slid my hands up to meet the underside of her breast. She shivered.

“Is this all right?” I asked.

Her hand slid around my neck, and she nodded. The thin bra she wore couldn’t hide her hard nipples. My thumbs stroked over both at the same time, and she gasped a little.

“What do you want, Willow?” I grunted, raw and honest. “Tell me. Do you want me to touch you, suck you, fuck you? What do you want?”

Sitting so heavily on my cock, I knew Willow had to feel how aroused I was for her. There was no possible way she could escape it. A mischievous look glimmered in her eyes as she ground down on me and whispered, “Somewhere between touching me and fucking me.”

With a growl, I had her shirt up and off, and she lifted to pop the button of her jeans and wiggled them down. Leaning in, I sucked one nipple into my mouth through the cloth of her soft bra and held back a grin at her muffled cry.

Sliding a hand between us, I cupped her pussy and used the heel of my hand to stimulate her. Willow was good and well writhing on top of me before I slid my fingers under her panties and stroked her. She was already slick and drenched with need, and I pushed one finger in, then two, deep inside of her, rubbing the tips against that sweet spot each time I withdrew.

She made a desperate sound and wriggled her hips, pushing back against my hand as much as she could to take more of me with the obstruction of her jeans between us. I pulled off from her breast and found her ear.

“Just imagine what it would be like with my mouth on you,” I whispered. “Do you like your clit sucked or licked?”

“B-both.” She gave a breathless murmur.

“Good,” I replied while gently thrusting. “So, there won’t be a problem when I eat that sweet little pussy of yours until you’re begging for more.”

Willow grabbed the back of my head. “You’ve got a filthy mouth.”

“I know, sweetheart,” I kissed her neck. “And I use it well.”

Her clit throbbed under my touch, but after a few passes, and a hard press, the contact shot an electrical current of pleasure throughout her body, making her jolt. I grazed the slick folds of her labia.

“What are you thinking right now?” I asked, nosing her cheek. “Tell me.”

“I—” she sucked in a breath, and her fingers dug into my shoulders. “I…can’t tell you.”

A gush of wetness inundated my fingers as she rocked on them. “Hm, how about I tell you mine then? We’re all alone somewhere, just came in from a night in a dark club with thumping music and sweat coating our skin. I can’t wait to get you into the bedroom, but we don’t have to.”

“The moment we get inside, I have you bent over the back of the couch so fast it’s like a whirlwind. I won’t bother taking off your panties; I’ll just push them out of the way so I can get inside you. I’ll reach under your bra and touch your breasts, pinch your nipples until your tight little pussy squeezes around my cock.

“Or would you prefer the wall,” I murmured as a hot flush stained her skin. “Your back pressed on the wall, naked, my cock shuttling into your pussy like a jackhammer, your body bouncing on my rigid dick…”

She lurched forward and grabbed me, “I’m going to—”

“Heat under your skin, like a fire that never goes out, doubling back in your veins while I take you deep, your body right on the brink of that sweet bliss, your pussy leaking over me, so wet—”

Willow erupted around me, crying out in pleasure and delicious release as her pussy clamped down on my fingers. Shuddering with her head down, I used my free hand to tilt her head up and, seeing her bottom lip trapped in her teeth, used my thumb to pull the bruised piece of flesh out.

“…One day, baby,” I promised her. “One day, I’ll show you what I mean.”

She swallowed. “… Baby.”

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