Kissmas Wishes (Love In All Seasons 3)

BrooksHolding her in my arms feels like a Christmas gift I don’t deserve. Noelle is offering herself to me and I want to make she understand just how much this moment means to me.

It’s been so fucking long — and now, having her naked and in my arms, it feels like a fantasy.

And she’s tight. So, fucking tight. Her pussy is a sweet little channel that dripped with pleasure as I fingered her, as I licked her creamy slit. Now, as I begin entering her, she wraps her arms tighter around me.

“Oh, Brooks,” she whimpers.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I tell her, kissing her ear.

“Just fill me up,” she pleads. “I need you in me.”

I lift her chin, look in in her eyes. “God, where the hell did you come from?”

She closes her eyes as she lowers herself on my capable cock. “I’ve always been here, in Linesworth. Born and raised.”

She’s a small-town girl, with bright eyes and an open heart and she’s been through hell, and so have I, and in some messed up way it softens me to her, makes me want to hold her in my hands and not let go. I don’t want this sweetheart to get hurt.

She plays a strong game, but I see, as our bodies join as one, she has a fragile heart, and I don’t want to break it.

Her pussy opens for me and she bites my shoulder as I fill her up, realizing that her sitting on my lap is just too much intensity for her innocent little cunt, so I roll her over, onto the mattress, and I lean over her and look into her pretty brown eyes. They sparkle. They shine. She is a Christmas ornament, and I would hang her from my tree any damn day.

“Oh, it feels so good,” she moans with a soft voice, breathless. As if she's relishing every moment of pleasure my big dick can bring her.

“You’re so tight and sweet, Noelle,” I tell her, kissing her bouncy little tits, lacing my fingers with hers, fucking her the way she needs.

It’s been far too long for both of us.

She’s close, I feel it, the way the heat is rising up in here, mounting — and when it finds its way to her core, she cries out my name, begging me to fuck her and I do. Hard, hard, and harder still. Her perfect body is a gift I don’t deserve, and I treasure every moment that she gives herself to me.

God, she feels so good wrapped around my stiff cock, and when I come, it’s furious. My come fills her tight little cunt up the way she craved. And it feels so good to pleasure her like this — so entirely.

“Oh, hell,” I groan as I finish, my creamy release filling her up so damn good that she has to blink to remember where she is, who she is.

I roll off her, letting her catch her breath and when I look over at her, I see she’s covered her face.

“What is it?” I ask, frowning. Did she not like that? Because fuck, it just ruined me for all other women.

She sighs loudly, lowering her hands. “That was not sex.”

“Pretty sure it was the definition.”

“If that was sex, then I was a virgin before tonight. Because I have never, ever gotten off like that.”

I roll over, leaning on my arm. “So, it was good?”

She playfully slaps my chest. “Good? Brooks, you literally just blew my mind.”

“There are other things you could blow, you know,” I say laughing.

She laughs, pulling a blanket around her. “Thank you for this. It was… eye-opening.”

I steal a kiss, not wanting to overstay my welcome and knowing I have responsibilities I need to tend to. Like my daughter. “Well, if you want to hang out again, I’ll be here another week.”

She sits up, the blanket doing a poor job of covering her perfect body. “Right. Where do you live?”

“Seattle. We have a house there and my parents lived there until this summer. I think I mentioned that?”

“Yeah,” she tucks a piece of hair behind her ear, “I just didn’t know where you lived is all.”

I grab my clothes from the living room and Noelle follows me. “I love it there. Water, mountains, enough city life to stay busy.”

“You wouldn’t consider living out here, so Scout can be with her grandparents?”

I frown. “Never thought of it. To be honest, Linesworth feels a little cheesy, so blatantly Christmassy. I don’t know. Never been exactly a Santa and candy cane kind of guy.”

She twists her lips. “You seemed to like playing Santa tonight.”

I chuckle. “We were just having fun, Noelle.”

“Right.” She bites her bottom lip. “It was fun. Super fun.”

Dressed, I grab my phone and push it into my pocket. “Is something wrong?”

She shakes her head. “No. I’m totally fine. Uh, so thanks again for all your help today.”