Page 18 of Four Firemen For Christmas

She looked down and sucked in a breath. Her eyes shot back to mine as her face turned cherry red. “You’re naked.”

“Almost.” I held up a finger. “The distinction is important. I’m wearing boxers.”

“Um.” She pointed downward and whispered. “Part of you is escaping.”

I looked down and saw my dick poked out through the front flap. “Oh. Would you look at that?” I watched her face as I wrapped a hand around my shaft and stroked it. “Somebody’s up early.”

Her throat bobbed. “Sorry if I woke you.” She licked her lower lip, then sank her teeth into it, pulling it into her mouth.

“I’m not.” I took a step back so the popping bacon grease didn’t catch me by surprise. “Walking in here and finding you shaking your ass is a sight better than what I expected.”

“I was not shaking my ass.” Her blush deepened. She stretched over the stove, flashing those red panties again, and turned off the stove.

“You were shaking your ass and singing. And it was sexy as hell.” I leaned my elbows on the island and stretched my back. My cock lifted into the air and my gut tightened when she watched me with a look of fascination. “And I’d really like to kiss you right now.”

Her gaze flicked down to my crotch and back up to my eyes. “Okay.”

I took the spatula from her hand and set it on the counter beside the stove then put both hands on her hips and walked her between my legs. Her belly touched mine and I sank into her softness. Her breath hitched when I stroked my thumb over her chin and tugged her bottom lip free of her teeth.

She had a perfect, kissable mouth. I’d been thinking about it since we met, and I couldn’t wait any longer to taste that sweetness. I touched my lips to hers, slow at first, giving her a chance to back away.

When she splayed her hands over my chest and leaned into me, I gave her more. Her lips parted on a sigh, and I ran my tongue into her mouth. She tasted like mint and bacon, a curious but sexy combination. Time slowed as I explored her mouth and her curves.

Her nipples peaked beneath the shirt and grazed my chest when she stood on her tiptoes to better the angle. The move put my cock between her legs and she squeezed them together, encasing me.

I rocked my hips, testing her, and felt her gasp. That was all the encouragement I needed to sweep her up into my arms and lift her onto the counter.

She squealed and grabbed my shoulders, holding on tight. “What are you doing?”

“Enjoying my breakfast.” I swept her dark curls over her shoulders and slid my hands across her smooth neck.

Her breathing hitched and she shifted on the counter, drawing her legs together.

I ran my hands down her arms, over her waist and to her legs. My thumbs grazed the inside of her thighs and she shuddered. Her eyes darkened with desire and my cock throbbed in response. I couldn’t wait to sink into her, but I had other things in mind first. I ran one finger up her leg. “I’m going to eat you out, right here on the kitchen counter, and then, when you’re so hot you can barely think straight, I’ll give you my cock.” I stroked it and watched her wide gaze take in my impressive length.

She licked her lips and opened her mouth. Again, I imagined her wrapping those pink lips around my cock. Later. There would be time for that later.

“We can skip right to the fucking part.” She panted and shivered again when I slid one finger beneath her soaked panties and touched her. “Oh fuck.”

“Soon, baby.” I worked her panties down over her hips and tossed them aside. “After I taste this delicious pussy.”

Her throat worked but no sound came out and her eyes darted to me and then down to her sex. Nervous? Why?

I cupped her in the palm of my hand and circled her clit with the pad of my thumb. “What’s wrong?”

Her head thrashed from side to side. “No-nothing.”

“Hmm.” I pressed gently on her clit and groaned when she bucked into my hand. “It’s no use lying to me.” I took my hand away and leaned into the space between her legs. My dick ached with the need to come, but I wasn’t about to take this another inch forward until I heard the truth.

Perfect white teeth sank into her bottom lip. “You don’t have to… do that.” She made a vague motion between us. “It’s fine.”

My eyes narrowed and I took a step closer, almost but not quite sliding my cock between her folds. “You don’t like it?”

A coarse laugh spilled from her throat. “God. I can’t believe we’re talking about this. It’s fine, Derek. I’m horny as shit. You don’t have to try and impress me.”

Realization dawned and I gaped at her despite trying my best to keep a stoic expression. “You’ve never come this way, have you?”

Her head fell back against the counter and she covered her face with her hands.

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