VCard for Christmas

“I promise, I’m a fast learner. You can show me how to please you.”

I blow out a breath as if the air was knocked out of me, but I recover quickly. She’s worried about pleasing me. Does she not know? “You want to please me?”

She nods, and I start moving my fingers again. “If you want to please me, then I need you to come on my fingers.”

She moans, relaxing her hold on my arm as her legs tighten on my hand. “That’s it, baby. You want this, don’t you? I do too. Come on my fingers and then I’m going to lick it off.”

Another groan and she starts to push me away and then pulls me in closer. Her right leg comes up, and she hooks it on my hip. Fuck, she may be new to this, but my girl knows.

“Then when we get home later, I’m going to lay you back on the middle of my bed and I’m going to eat your pussy. I won’t stop until I’m sure that you’re completely satisfied, and I know that when you want to get off, when you want to feel good, you’re going to come to me and only me.”

“Arrrrr!” she bellows, and I cover her mouth with my own.

I circle her clit, increasing the pressure until her hips are gyrating, knocking against the door. My tongue is mimicking the in and out motion, and her whole body tautens as she orgasms. She’s coming, and her body is shaking uncontrollably. Fuck this, I can’t wait.

I drop to my knees and put my head under her skirt. I suck on her swollen clit until she’s coming again, over and over, and I’m licking up all her sweet cream. She tastes sweeter than even the sugar-filled Christmas cupcakes I had earlier.

I raise up, holding on to her so she doesn’t fall. I press my lips to hers, wanting her to taste herself. As soon as the flavor hits her tongue, she’s moaning again. I have to stop. I have to because if I don’t, I’m going to take her virginity right here, and the whole damn house will be in for a hell of a surprise because when my woman comes, she comes loud. And I plan on making her come... a lot.

6

Avery

Everyone knows. At least it feels like they do. I know it’s obvious what I’ve been doing. I’m looking in the mirror, having every intention to clean myself up, but I can’t stop staring at myself in the reflection. My lips are swollen, and my eyes are hooded and two shades darker. My nipples are so hard, they’re pressing against the front of my dress, and no matter what I try—counting backwards, thinking of something horrible, whatever—nothing works.

And it’s just my luck that Julie walks into the bathroom as I’m standing here. I put my head down and start washing my hands. Man, why didn’t I lock the door?

“Avery, are you enjoying the party?”

Before I can answer, she continues. “Of course you are. You have the handsomest and the richest husband here. I wonder if you know how lucky you are exactly.”

I dry off my hands and hold up my ring finger. “Yes, I know exactly how lucky I am.”

She puts her hand on her hip. “It’s funny. I’ve asked around, and no one even knew you existed. I know most everyone here is from Jasper, but a few have businesses in Whiskey Run and they know Lincoln. They were surprised when I said he was married.”

I keep the smile firmly planted on my face. I’m a horrible liar, but I can’t mess this up for him. “Well, it’s all sort of new, and it all kind of happened suddenly.” I start to ramble and press my lips together. Less is more, Avery.

Her thick eyebrows draw together, and I know she doesn’t believe me. I wipe my hands on one of the towels and then walk briskly to the door. “Well, I better go, Linc is waiting for me.”

I don’t wait for her response. I get out the door, and Linc straightens from leaning on the wall. “Good. I was about to come in when I saw her come in after you.”

I look down the hallway and up at Lincoln. “No one believes we’re married. This wasn’t a very good idea. Maybe we should go.”

I start to walk away, but he grabs on to my hand and holds me in place. His hands go to my hips, and he leans down, resting his chin on my shoulder. “We’re not leaving. I want to sit down and have dinner with you and then I hear there’s going to be dancing. I’m definitely not going until I at least have one dance.”

I turn worriedly. “Linc, I’m a horrible liar and I don’t want to mess this up for you.”