Season's Greetings : Christmas Box Set
“What?” Her face screws up in confusion.
“Exactly.”
“How long were you together?”
“Two years, but it was just about appearances and monogamous sex.”
Her jaw drops.
“I didn’t have time for anything else, remember? I was honest and upfront. We both wanted the same things. I’ll bring her over to confirm everything if it helps. I can’t lose you over this when I just found you.”
“Thank you for explaining things. I’m sorry I assumed.”
“I know how it must’ve looked.” I bring her hands to my lips. “You fit in with my family seamlessly, and I’m happy when we’re together. Even when we’re pulling each other’s chain. We could be so good together.”
“You can’t know that,” she whispers.
“I do. I know it here.” I bring our hands over my heart. “And you do, too.” Releasing her hands, I tilt her chin up with a finger. “Don’t you?” I lean down and pause a breath’s width away from her lips.
“Damn you.” She closes the space, and the party around us is made up of her soft lips, sweet, cider-laden taste, and her tongue slicking against mine. My dick hardens. Groaning, I pull back.
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“Not here.” I guide her into a quiet, unoccupied guestroom, and we move over to the bench in front of the bed.
“I’m not sure what this is between us, but I’d like to find out.”
“I’m not used to letting people in, Caleb.” She toys with my fingers. “My last serious boyfriend put me in debt and cheated. I didn’t see any of it coming, and it took me years to straighten up the mess he made.”
“I would never do that to you.”
“Yeah. Obviously, you wouldn’t need to.”
“Any of it,” I repeat, staring into her eyes.
“I want to believe you—”
“Don’t you know I’m utterly besotted?” My eyes caress every inch of her I can see while showering her face with soft kisses. “I want to create something real and beautiful. I want to take care of you as much as you’ll let me.”
“Let’s do it,” she says breathlessly.
I’m on her before she can change her mind. Wrapping her braids around my hand, I pull her to me.
“Mine,” I whisper the words against her mouth before I plunge my tongue between her lips. She comes to life, battling me for dominance as she comes up on her knees to move closer. She’s a thirst I don’t think I’ll ever fully slake. I bite her bottom lip as I move back.
“Part of me wants to take you against the wall right now.” She whimpers. “But our first time won’t be at a party. Because I know you’re going to have the tightest, wettest pussy, and I’ll need time to worship it properly.” I nip her chin. “That doesn’t mean I can’t have a little sample.” I paw her mound, feeling her heat through her jeans. “Are you wet for me right now, little one?” She nods her head, watching me with dilated pupils. “I think I should check.” I pop the top button of her jeans and slip my hands inside of her pants, flirting with her panty line. “You want me to touch you, Romy?”
“Yes.”
“Open your legs for me.” She complies, and I hum. “Good girl.” Diving beneath the lace, I groan at the slick I encounter. “You’re soaked. Is this all for me?”
“Only you.”
I rub her clit between my fingers, inhaling her arousal. High off her fumes and the control she’s given me, I watch her eyes gloss over. I slip a finger into her molten passage, and her pussy walls squeeze around me.
“God, your finger is so thick, Caleb.”
“You like my big hands, don’t you, baby?”