Don't Promise (Don't 3)

“Christmas movie? You want to watch a movie, now?”

“Sure. I’m starting to get into this Christmas thing. Which is your favorite?” He hooked his coat on the back of the door followed by his scarf.

“That’s a tough one. All-time favorite Christmas movie?” I thought through the usual catalog. “Have you seen Christmas Vacation?”

Cole had already turned on the TV and was repositioning the pillows on the couch.

“Yeah, in high school, but let’s watch it.” He picked up the remote and started flipping through the streaming movies.

“Be right back.” I left him searching for the movie and walked into the bedroom.

If Cole wanted to watch a Christmas movie, I had no problem with it, but I wasn’t going to make it easy for him.

I pulled open the top drawer of the dresser and shuffled through what little lingerie I had. I lifted a sheer red lace bra and matching thong from the pile. It wasn’t much, but that was the point.

I shed my sweater and ignored the chill bumps on my arms and legs. My breasts spilled out of the cups. I could barely slide the thong over my thighs, but I felt sexy. I strutted into the living room in my Christmas best.

“Find the movie?” I asked and slid into the open spot on the couch.

“Fuck.” Cole chuckled. “I did, but you aren’t in the mood for a movie, are you?”

“I’m in the mood for whatever you are.” My hand wrapped to the inside of his thigh. “If it’s Clark Griswold, then let’s watch it.” I stared straight ahead at the television, waiting for him to hit play.

Cole inhaled, and raked his teeth across his bottom lip. I could see the inner debate brewing.

“You don’t think I can watch this entire movie with you dressed like that, do you?” he taunted.

“I’m just more comfortable this way, that’s all. Think of these as my pajamas.” I let my palm trail over my breast and across my bare stomach. “Let’s watch it.” I ran my tongue along the outer edge of his ear.

Cole pressed the play button and the movie started. Not what I was expecting. I sank back into the couch, realizing my seduction was going to have to wait until Cousin Eddie saved Christmas.

But before the opening credits had finished, Cole turned and blazed a fiery kiss on my lips, pulling me underneath him with sudden fierceness. His hands raced along my sides, pulling the straps over my hips and knees until I felt the satiny fabric slip off my ankles. I moaned as his fingers swirled then dipped inside me, building a frenzy within me with only a few strokes.

“You’re so wet,” he groaned.

I reached for his belt, but he pushed my hands away. “Uh-uh,” he growled before his mouth descended between my legs, his tongue sending sparks of electricity through my body. My back arched, my pulse throbbed, and my hands reached overhead as I took everything he gave. His tongue lapped between my folds, flicking over my clit.

“Oh God,” I moaned.

“Say it,” he commanded.

“What?” I teased.

“Say why you’re wearing this sex kitten outfit.”

Maybe this wasn’t a usual Christmas movie tradition, and probably Clark Griswold wouldn’t approve, but my God, it was the most incredible Christmas movie I had ever sat through.

I whimpered when his tongue left my heat and kissed my stomach.

“There’s something you want from me,” he palmed my breast and I rocked off the couch.

I nodded.

“Who was that guy tonight?”

I stared at him. “Who?”

“The one in the lobby. Old boyfriend?”