The Christmas Virgin: A Filthy Dirty Christmas

“Hmm,” she moans in her sleep. That sexy body of hers is damn near impossible to miss. The way her dress has slid up her body, showing off her thighs, reminds me of the feel of them beneath my hands. It has me gripping the back of my neck, walking around my apartment as I try to figure out the right thing to do.

“I’ll just cover her up with a blanket and let her sleep,” I say to the quiet room, then move to the basket in the corner, thankful for my pesky sister, who insisted she and our mother decorate the place. They somehow managed to keep it neutral with more of my style and less of theirs. Thankfully. If not, I’d have pinks and yellows with a dash of sunflowers from my sister alone, let alone what Mom would do if I gave her free reign.

“Fuck me.” I turn around with the blanket in my hand, hell bent on being a gentleman when those soft, delicate hands of hers are sliding up the inside of her thigh, bringing her dress up, showing me the silk and lace of her panties.

“Warren.” My ears must be deceiving me. Halo is dead-ass asleep but moaning my name. A polished black fingertip outlines the seam of her pussy, and that’s when I can’t take it anymore. I drop the blanket to the ground, my feet marching towards her. My senses are on overload, and I swear to Christ I can smell her essence permeate the room, heightening my thirst for her even further. “Halo, sweetness, wake up.” My hand cups her cheek as I stand beside her, when really all I want to do is sink to my knees and bury my head in the sweetest cunt in the entire world.

“Please, I just want to feel you,” she murmurs softly in her sleep. My eyes move from her face down to where her hand is fumbling with the top of her panties.

“You open those pretty blue eyes of yours, sweetness, and you will,” I try again, knowing how hard it will be for me to walk away. I will if Halo doesn’t wake up, though.

“Warren.” This time, her eyes pop open. I watch as she realizes it’s me who’s standing over her, my hand cupping her cheek. She’s blushing from her cheeks down towards her chest. It’s a blush I’m ready to check if it covers her whole body when I’m sliding deep inside her, something I’m going to make happen starting now.

CHAPTER 7

Halo

I watch as Warren moves away from me, worried that he’s walking away. I should be ashamed that I was practically moaning and humping anything I could use to get myself off while asleep. I’m not, though, not with the way he looks at me. And just when I think it couldn’t get hot enough, I watch as he drops to his knees in front of my lewdly spread thighs. His nose nuzzles my center, breathing me in. “Fuck, you smell good, Halo.”

“That’s so hot,” I reply, watching as he takes my hand out of my panties, licking the wetness off them.

“Fuck, no, it’s not. Hearing you moan my name, watching your body writhing in pleasure with the thought of me fucking you, that’s the hottest thing ever,” he replies, and when he puts it like that, I guess it is.

“It might be for you, but seeing you lick my cum off your fingers earlier tonight, then off mine, and watching you right now… Hottest thing in my life, Warren,” I admit right before his mouth attaches to my pussy through the lace of my panties. Apparently, he is definitely one for making things ratchet up in the heat department.

One of his hands pulls my panties to the side, much like he did at the bar. The first sweeping lick of his tongue across the seam of my center sends electrical currents through my body. My untried body doesn’t know whether to relish what he’s doing or try and twist away, which is what I’m doing now. The feeling is incredible but also so new to me, I have zero control over what my body is doing or what it’s capable of. He wedges his shoulders between my spread thighs, a hand clamping over my lower stomach, and keeps me still.

“Warren,” I moan, one of my hands delving into the luscious chocolate-brown locks, the other one attempting to find something to hold on to until it lands on the back of the buttery soft leather. In another world, I’d be worried about ripping it open with the way I’m clutching it as he rakes his teeth across my sensitive clit, only to suck it into his mouth, laving away the pain he created. My eyes lock on what he’s doing, watching how consumed with making me feel good he is, and I know this is the man whom I will give myself to.