Page 149 of How My Neighbour Stole Christmas
Storee:Sheesh, and here I thought I could have some fun with you.
Cole:You can have fun with me, just don’t call me Snow Daddy.
Storee:What do you prefer?
Cole:Big Daddy Dick Dong.
Storee:LOLOLOL no, you don’t!
Cole:Ha ha. You’re right, I don’t. Cole works. When you moan it in that raspy tone of yours, that works even better.
Storee:I think that’s something I can arrange.
Cole:I’m assuming tonight is a no-go?
Storee:Yeah, I don’t think I can make it over. Taran has been a beast today about the light display. And I have no excuse to leave the house.
Cole:I understand. But fuck do I wish you were here right now.
Storee:Yeah? What are you doing?
Cole:Just lying in bed. My pillow smells like you.
Storee:Is that your subtle way of saying you miss me?
Cole:I don’t think it’s subtle at all. I was really hoping you’d be able to come over tonight.
Storee:I know. Me too. Are you wearing anything?
Cole:[Picture] Just briefs.
Storee:*CRIES* That was not a nice picture to send.
Cole:Why? I thought I look good.
Storee:That’s the problem. You look too good.
Cole:Yeah? Tell me more.
Storee:Are you really digging for compliments?
Cole:I don’t think it would hurt to elaborate on what pleases your eyes when you look at me.
Storee:A weird way to say that, but okay. How about this, I give you a compliment, you give me one.
Cole:Easy. I fucking love your lips. From the moment you first kissed me under the mistletoe, to making out on the porch, to last night, I’m addicted. I need more.
Storee:Um *rolls teeth over lips* that was sweet.
Cole:It’s the truth. Your turn.
Storee:Okay. I really like your hands. I love how large they are, the length of your fingers, the calluses on your palms. I love their grip and how they like to dig into my skin when you’re holding on to me.
Cole:Your eyes captivate me, Storee. And I don’t mean that in acheesy way. It’s so true—whenever you look at me, I have this really hard time looking away. And when I’m inside of you, and you keep your eyes on me, it sends me reeling.
Storee:Your voice. It commands me in a way I’ve never experienced, especially when you’re deep, pulsing, taking every last ounce of my pleasure.
Cole:Fuck…Storee.
