Kissmas Wishes (Love In All Seasons 3)

I nod. “Will you let me see your candy cane?”

He chuckles. “You were always so sugary, I was the spice. But with a mouth like that you’ll end up on the Naughty List.”

There is heat on my cheeks but I don’t care. I am being flirty and sassy and saying all the words I’ve always held back. Always dreamed of uttering.

“I may have been a preacher’s daughter, but I’m no nun.”

“I see that,” he says, pulling off his flannel and stepping out of his boxers. “And I’m not Saint Nick.”

“No?” I ask with a smile. “Then who are you?”

He takes my hand and places it on his big, thick cock. “I’m yours.”HunterHer body is perfection, more beautiful than imagined, and when she strokes my shaft, my cock burns with need for her. She is standing here naked, her tits so round and perfect, her ass bare and ready to be squeezed.

“God, I’m glad I came back for you,” I say as I pull her to the carpeted floor. I want to take her virginity in front of the fireplace, next to the Christmas tree. I want to pop her cherry and frost her cookie right here, under the twinkling lights.

“Why now?” she asks, as I lower her to the ground.

Then I spread her knees and begin to massage her creamy cunt. She is so pure and untouched -- so fucking tight, my balls ache at the slightest touch of her sweetness.

She aches too. “Oh, I’ve waited so long for this.”

I take my time, wanting to kiss every inch of her skin, wanting to savor this night for what it is, our first time together.

I kiss her pussy, my tongue lapping up her creamy slit. She tastes so good, sweet like Christmas treats, but not minty like my candy cane -- no, she is royal icing. A gumdrop. A fucking peanut butter cup.

“Oh Hunter,” she murmurs as I massage her thighs, as I press a finger in her tight little cunt and begin to ease my baby open, the way she needs.

I make love to her pussy, taking control of her body the way we both crave. When she is moaning from a deep place, I move against her, offering her my cock, needing her to feel my weight, my thickness.

“It’s not going to fit.”

“We will go slow,” I promise, kissing her softly on the lips.

“It feels so good when you touch me. It feels like I’m awake,” she whimpers, my finger opening her up, her juices slick against my hand. “Alive.”

“I’ve wanted you for so long, Holly,” I tell her, easing my tip inside her slit. “And now I will finally have the girl I always wanted.”

Her eyes meet mine as I enter her and it feels so special, so sacred. I never thought I was enough for her, and yet here she is, choosing me.

“Oh, Hunter,” she whimpers clinging to me. I cup her face with my hand as I ease myself inside her, knowing this is a lot for her body to take.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I tell her, my cock throbbing with pleasure as I fill her tight little cunt. God, she is so perfect. So pure. Mine.

“Don’t hold back. I want you to fill me up. To make me yours.”

“Oh, baby, you always were.”

We finish, both of us gasping for breath as my come fills her up, nice and good, as her breath goes raw and ragged and as my cock pulses with life. With love.

“This night … it’s changed everything,” she says, as I roll to her side, cradling her in my arms. I don’t ever want to let go.

“I wish I hadn’t waited so long, but I needed to find out who I was, who I wanted to be.”

“And did you do that?” she asks, nestling her curvy body against mine.

“I came back because I’m opening a business here.”

“In Mistletoe?” She stills, and I nod, hope pounding in my chest..

“Yeah, here.”

She props herself up on her elbows. “You’re staying?”

“Where the fuck did you think I’d go?”

Tears fill her eyes. “It seemed too good to be true. Having you come home, for keeps.”

“I’m not leaving you ever again, Holly. I swear it.”

“What kind of business?”

I swallow. Wasn’t exactly planning on discussing this when I was five seconds from sucking her sweet little clit, but she asked, and I’ll answer. “I’m opening a wilderness program for at risk teenage boys. We will summit Mistletoe Mountain, do bonding exercises, learn how to be men. Real men. Men who can take ownership for their lives, who can step up and take responsibility.”

“Hunter.” She shakes her head, pulling me to her. “That’s incredible. You’re incredible.”

“Your dad was hard on me, but in some ways, I’m grateful.” She shakes her head, but I persist. “I mean it. It was tough at the time, the idea that I wasn’t good enough for you -- but in truth, I wasn’t. I was still fucking around in school, smoking pot -- shit that was taking me down a bad road. I needed to grow up. To be the man you deserve.”