New Year Second Chance

I noticed that.

“I couldn’t help but remember my mom and Sarah and wish they were here to celebrate with us. But yeah…” She puts her hand on my knee and looks into my eyes. “I had fun. Thank you.”

I shake my head and pat her hand. “Don’t thank me.”

“But I want to. You were the one who insisted on this party, and you really made it special for Shanna. So yeah, thank you.”

Jenna leans forward and presses her lips against mine. I kiss her back.

She pulls away. “How about you? Did you have fun? I know you’re used to fancier parties.”

“I actually hate those parties,” I tell her. “But guess what? I did enjoy this one.”

“I’m glad.”

“And the fun’s not over yet.”

This time, I’m the one who presses my lips against hers, right after I take her glasses off and set them down on the end table. And when Jenna kisses me back, I don’t pull away. Instead, I push her down on the couch and keep kissing her. My hand slides up and down the side of her dress and slips beneath her skirt to caress her thigh.

Jenna grabs my wrist and pulls her mouth away. “Dax, I’m not sure we should. We still have a lot of mess to clean up.”

“We can do that later.”

Things are about to get messier anyway.

“And what if Shanna wakes up?” Jenna asks me.

“You saw how tired she was. She had the most fun out of everyone at the party. She’ll sleep through the night in her crib.”

“And what if my dad comes down?”

“He won’t,” I assure her. “He’s tired, too… and a little drunk, I think.”

Jenna frowns. “You let my dad drink?”

“It’s his wife’s and daughter’s death anniversary and his granddaughter’s birthday. I think he can drink all he wants.”

She says nothing.

I kiss her cheek. “Any more excuses?”

She remains silent as she looks into my eyes. Then she grins. “None.”

“I thought so.”

I capture her lips.

She pulls away again. “Besides, I do think this whole winter wonderland theme is romantic.”

“Then let’s make the most of it, shall we?”

I kiss Jenna again. This time, I crush her lips firmly beneath mine so she doesn’t escape. She doesn’t try.

She grabs my hair and combs through the strands. Her fingers travel across my back. I continue to caress her thigh, then bring my hand up to cup her breast. I feel it swell against my palm as she shivers.

I slip my arm between her back and the couch, searching for the zipper of her dress. I find it but have a hard time pulling it down so Jenna stands up. She takes off her dress and her bra. I take off my shirt.

Then I sit on the couch and pull Jenna onto my lap so that she’s straddling my thighs. As my tongue explores her mouth, my hands cradle her breasts. My thumbs rub her nipples and I swallow the resulting moans. As I tug on her lower lip, I also tug gently at the stiff peaks of her breasts. Her knees tremble on either side of me.

I kiss her some more as I run my hands across her back. She caresses my neck and my shoulders.

Then I lay Jenna down on the couch. I plant a kiss on her forehead before climbing off her.

“Where are you going?” Jenna asks me.

I hear the concern in her voice.

“Getting some sweet touches,” I answer as I head to the table where the remaining confections are.

I grab one of the cupcakes with a mitten and bring it back to the couch.

Jenna’s eyebrows crease. “You’re going to eat right now?”

I get some buttercream frosting on my thumb and bring it to her lips.

“Shh.”

I spread the bit of frosting across her upper lip. Then I lick it off.

It definitely tastes better this way.

Afterwards, I slip my tongue into Jenna’s mouth to let her have a taste of the frosting as well. She traps it between her lips and sucks on it as she cups my face. Then she opens her mouth. Our tongues play.

Again, I break the kiss. I’m not done playing with the frosting – or her – just yet.

I remove the mitten topper and place it between Jenna’s breasts.

She frowns. “You’re not going to leave that there, are you?”

“Don’t worry,” I tell her. “I’ll clean you up.”

I take more of the frosting and draw circles around her nipples with it. Then I use the rest to make a heart around her belly button. When I’m done, I put the cupcake on the table. I’m about to lick the remaining frosting from my finger, but Jenna grabs my wrist and does it instead. And she doesn’t just lick. She takes my finger inside her mouth and sucks while giving me the most seductive look I’ve ever seen. My breath leaves me. My cock grows stiff in my boxers.