Page 68 of Two Birds, One Stone
“You’re only saying that because you want to have after-Christmas-party sex.” Eyes capturing his, I slip my hand under his long wool coat and place my hand over his fly.
Both his hands cup my cheeks, and his fingers slide through my hair. As he tugs, his lips capture mine and he kisses me breathless.
Like two tipsy teens in the back of a car, we make out. At one point our driver slows and points out a gawdy lawn where electronic carols play so loudly, one might wonder how the neighbors sleep. There’s Santa with nine reindeer counting Rudolf, at least a dozen lit angels, a working miniature train set, a full manger scene including every animal under the sun, and countless blow-up ornaments.
After gawking, our mouths reconnect, and we only stop kissing because we’ve arrived home and need to exit the car.
The driver waves and as his taillights disappear, Suds whispers in my ear, “Did you hear him exclaim as he drove out of sight, Happy Christmas to all?”
“No, and he wasn’t Santa.” I tug him down the alley to our courtyard. “Upstairs. It’s time to get snug in our beds.”
“Will I get to taste my sugar’s plum?” He backs me under our steps, nibbles my neck and presses his hard want to my belly button.
Concealed by his long coat, I unbutton his jeans and slip my hands under his waistband to circle his cock. I’ve been slick with want since we left Manhattan and am about to reach my flash point.
He gazes at me, brows creased. “Babe. Sorry, I can’t wait.” He unfastens my jeans and I kick off my boots.
With his coat tucked at my sides and my legs around his waist, he presses a finger to my wet clit and moans.
“So, fucking, hot.” Placing his tip at my slick folds, he pulls me to his bone.
Chills run down my spine, and he captures my passionate scream with a kiss.
“Shush.” With one hand clasping my breast and the other caressing my lower lips, he thrusts up.
Unable to do anything but hold on, I ride this incredible wave, and when it crashes over me, I tremble.
His release follows mine, intensifying this sweet agony of heavenly pleasure. When I float back to earth, I turn, and lift my lids. Red and green holiday lights reflect in his beautiful eyes.
“Damn, I love you, Ms. Magnet.”
“Love you too, tough guy.” I kiss him once more and after pulling my clothes on, climb the back steps.
When we reach the top, my cousin sticks his head out the bottom floor window and twists to look up at us. “Everyt’ing all right?”
“Couldn’t be better.” Face red, wondering how much he heard, I rush us inside.
In the kitchen, I giggle hysterically, then grab Suds’ hand and pull him into the bedroom. “How about we try after-the-after-party sex?”
He grins. “Yes ma’am.”
The End
