A Holly For X-Mas

Even his garage looks rich. It’s enormous with two more vehicles—a two-seater Porsche convertible and a motorcycle that looks insanely fast. I already know that I’m going to have a problem with him taking that bike out. I’m as protective as him as he is of me and I don’t want anything to happen to him. What if another careless twenty-two-year-old girl swerves off the road and takes him out on that thing? I could never go on without him in my life.

“Nathan,” I say softly. “I wish I could have been with you the entire time. Helping you, supporting you, encouraging you all along.”

“You were,” he says as he shuts off the car and turns in his seat, watching me with those sexy brown eyes. “I could always feel your presence.”

“You could?”

He nods. “I knew you were out there waiting for me. All I had to do was find you.”

“I’m glad you waited and that another girl didn’t snatch you up.”

He smiles. “It would never happen.”

“But there must have been other women,” I say, feeling my stomach drop. “A rich, single surgeon… You’re quite the catch. I bet you had women lining up around the hospital waiting for you to get off your shift.”

I smile, but I don’t feel it. I’m feeling sick just thinking about him with another woman. With his arms around her, his lips kissing hers. I suck in a breath as I try to hold back tears. I really don’t want to ruin this moment by sobbing in his car.

“I told you, I waited,” he says and my heart starts to lift back up. “I was waiting to find you.”

“Does that mean?” It can’t…

He nods. “I’m a virgin too, Holly. Your lips were the first ones to be wrapped around my cock and the first lips to touch mine.”

Relief fills me as my heart drums in exhilaration. I’m his first? I was hoping, but not crazy enough to believe it.

It all clicks into place now.

We are soul mates. I thought I recognized it when I first saw him in the snow, but now I know it’s true. We’re made for each other.

That’s why no other boys or men could hold any interest from me for long. That’s why I’m so drawn to him.

His family will be my family one day. My kids will be able to grow up experiencing a full Christmas. A Christmas full of family, full of love, full of magic.

They’ll grow up knowing that their parents were made for one another and meant to be together. Forever.

We both lean in and our lips connect in a soft loving kiss that has me moaning and reaching for him. I want to feel his big hard body pressed against me once again. I want to feel those possessive arms holding me, making me certain I’m his. I want to feel that thick cock—hard and begging for my body—digging into my thigh.

“Come sit on Santa’s lap,” he says as he grabs me and pulls me onto him. I moan as I straddle his big frame, ducking my head to stop it from hitting the roof of his truck.

My dress hikes up my thighs and he looks down at my panties that are barely covering my aching pussy. It’s my first time wearing sexy lacy underwear. Crystal lent them to me. I didn’t want to take them at first, but she laughed and said that if I’m wearing this dress, I’m going to need sexy underwear underneath.

“You’re like a Christmas present ready to be unwrapped,” she said as she shoved a bra and panties into my chest. “The real gift is underneath. Put it on. Trust me, you won’t regret it.”

What can I say? She was right.

Although, she won’t be too happy to get them back with what I’m doing to them. They’re all wet.

I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to wear a dry pair of underwear again with this sexy man in my life.

His strong hands grip my ass as I lean down and kiss him. My hips move to the rhythm of his tongue and he groans as I start grinding against his erection.

It sends jolts of pleasure and euphoria ripping through me as I grind my spread pussy up and down his length.

“Fuck,” I whimper between kisses as his big hands travel up to my breasts. He grabs them firmly over my dress as he nibbles on my bottom lip.

My hips don’t stop. I’m gyrating faster and harder, jerking his dick off with my hot pussy.

The pressure builds within, until I can’t take it anymore and it snaps.

I scream out and throw my head back, smacking it on the roof as another orgasm hits.

Nathan grabs the back of my neck and holds my open gasping mouth to his as I cum hard. “Yes,” he growls, his warm breath tickling my lips. “I love it when your pussy cums. Don’t stop grinding on me. Get those sweet juices all over my dick.”