Page 23 of Merry Pucking Christmas
I smile at her. “What does that mean?” I remove my heavy winter coat and she removes hers. She removes her mittens, scarf, and beanie cap.
“Well, you’re famous. You work out all day long, and you date supermodels, and well…” She’s rambling, and I place my hands on her hips.
“Noelle, you’re fucking stunning. I wish you could see you like I see you.” My heart pounds in my chest.
She chews on her bottom lip. “And how do you see me?”
“You’re captivating. You’re hands down the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen. And I’m not just saying that to get laid. I’ve always thought you were beautiful.” I’m telling her the truth. I want her to know I’ve always had this boyish crush on her. Not that I would have ever acted on it.
“Really?” She appears stunned by my words, and I lower my hands slowly, undoing the button on her jeans.
“Yes, Noelle. You’re gorgeous, and cute, and …and…fucking hot.”
She laughs lightly, placing her hands on my shoulders, letting me help her out of her jeans.
I move them slowly down her long legs, and I lick my lips as her red panties come into view.
“They’re Christmas panties. Red and green,” she turns slightly, so I can see the back, and they have the saying, ‘Oh what fun it is to ride,’ scrawled across her ass, “obviously I didn’t think anyone would see them.”
I love this woman. It’s official. I laugh lightly. “These are by far the sexiest pair of panties I’ve ever seen.”
The panties are something I’d never expect from Noelle, and it’s something that makes me laugh. I kiss above the waistband of her panties, and she sucks in a deep breath. I push up her sweater, removing it from her body to spy her lacy-red bra.
“You’re a fucking miracle.”
She runs her fingers through my hair. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
I keep trailing kisses over the soft skin of her torso. “Why?”
“Because, York… I’ve wanted you for a really long time.”
I glance up at her, raising a brow. “Really?”
She laughs lightly, but I can tell it’s more nerves than anything else. “Well, yeah. I mean, you’re you, ya know.”
I’ve never wanted anyone more in my life. My chest squeezes tight at her words. If I would have known she wanted me, maybe I would have acted sooner. I don’t know. All I know is right now I need her…fucking badly. “Come here,” I whisper, reaching my hand up to cup her cheek.
She lowers herself onto my lap, letting our lips join naturally. Like they were always meant to be connected. I kiss her, passionately, letting her know exactly how badly I need her. The kiss turns more frantic, and before I know it, my jeans are unzipped and pulled down far enough to free my cock.
“Holy, oh my god,” she says when she spots it. “I, uh, don’t think that thing will fit. It’s bigger than a hockey stick.”
I laugh, kissing her cheek. “It’ll fit, Noelle.”
She leans back, putting distance between us, but my hand still cups the back of her neck. “You sure?”
“Pretty fucking sure.”
“I never knew you were packing this much heat in your pants.”
And now I burst out laughing. How have I never known how adorkably cute this woman is? Her cheeks tinge pink, and I pull her back, kissing her square on the lips.
I push my tongue at the corner of her mouth and she opens for me. My tongue traces along hers, exploring her mouth. My body heats up, my cock hardening even more.
I fist my cock in one hand, pushing the side of Noelle’s panties to the side with the other. She’s so fucking wet for me. I position her perfectly, lining my dick up with her entrance, and slide in, slowly, deliberately, taking my time with her. Letting her body adjust and acclimate to my girth.
She moans. “Ah, York, you’re so big.”
Fuck, she doesn’t even realize how she turns me on with the sounds she makes. “Take this cock you’ve wanted for so long. Show me how badly you’ve wanted me all these years.”