Page 48 of Dare To Kiss You
“Someday, I’ll take one of these babies home.”
Chapter twenty-two
Hunter
Christmas Eve has always been my favourite day of the year. As a kid, it was for obvious reasons. The anticipation for Christmas morning was the best part. But as an adult, my reason for loving December twenty-fourth has changed.
With my family doing all their celebrating on the twenty-fifth, the day before became the day I shut myself off from the world. Totally disconnected — no phone, no internet, nothing. I would give myself twenty-four hours to let go of any stress or worry and be completely selfish. I’d sit around in my underwear, pig out on my favourite food, and play video games or watch TV. I wouldn’t think about my job, my family, or anything.
This year, I’m loving Christmas Eve for a totally different reason, and she’s lying in bed next to me, her hair tickling my chest. It’s been seven days since I went to Kat’s house to ask for her forgiveness. Seven days since I bared my soul to her, showed her every insecurity, every fear, every weakness. And it’s been seven days since she looked me in the eyes and told me she loved me, no matter what.
It’s also been seven nights of us falling asleep together, and seven mornings of us waking up together. And those mornings have been the best mornings of my life.
“Mmm.” Her arms tighten around me as Kat nuzzles her face into my pec. “Why are you awake so early?” she mumbles.
“Because it’s the best day of the year, Kitty Kat,” I whisper, my lips pressed against the top of her head. “And this year is the best year ever, so it’s extra best.”
She lifts her head and squints at me. “Extra best?”
I nod solemnly, fighting back my grin. “Yup. Extra best. Because this year, you get to experience the wonder of Christmas Eve, Hunter style.” Although, I did break with tradition in one small way, and we will be having a quick visit from someone later this morning. Kat doesn’t know about that, though.
She rolls away from my body and stretches, her back arching off the bed, pushing her perfect tits up in the air. Being the red-blooded male I am, and being obsessed with her body, it’s impossible not to bend down and cover one with my mouth.
“Hunter,” Kat moans, her hands tangling in my hair, holding me in place.
As if I would want to move. Crazy girl.
I cover her body with mine and rub up and down, making sure she feels every inch of delicious friction. Given the way she shivers and shudders underneath me, mission accomplished.
I make my way down, kissing every inch of skin my lips can reach, until I finally settle between her legs. “Mmm. Merry Christmas to me,” I say, waggling my eyebrows up at her. Kat giggles, covering her eyes with her hand until I reach up and pull it away. “Uh-uh, babe. You know the rule.”
Her eyes darken with lust. Turns out, my girl is a bit of a voyeur and the fastest way to get her arousal ramped up to 100 percent is having her watch. Whether it’s me going down on her, or my dick sliding in and out of her pussy, Kat gets off on the visual.
And I am more than happy to encourage that.
After making sure her eyes are locked on me, I kiss the inside of each of her thighs before lifting them up and draping them over my shoulders, opening her to me.
“I will never get tired of this,” I mumble, leaning in and pressing the lightest of kisses to her pubic bone. She twitches, her hips shifting, trying to get me where she wants me. “This perfect, perfect pussy.” With each word, I stroke up and down with my finger, coming closer to where she wants me. “And it’s mine, isn’t it, Kitty Kat? It’s all mine.”
“Yes, Hunter. It’s yours. Now please,pleasemake me come!”
Her voice rises into a plaintive cry as I suck her clit into my mouth. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see she’s watching, her big brown eyes locked on what I’m doing. I reach up and grab her hand, bringing it to the back of my head. Because goddamn, do I love it when she loses control and fucks my face.
Moments later, we both get what we want as Kat grinds her pussy into my mouth, screaming out my name as I lick up every fucking drop of her orgasm.
“You really do know how to wake a girl up, don’t you,” Kat teases as I pull myself up to lie on the bed beside her. My hand draws lazy circles on her stomach, and I’m sure what is a very satisfied smirk covers my face.
“Only the right girl.”
She rolls onto her side. “Good answer.”
Leaning in, I let Kat kiss me. But when she reaches down and wraps her hand around my dick, I pull back.
“Can’t believe I’m gonna say this, but we don’t have time for that.”
She lifts her eyebrows and runs her hand up and down my length once more. “Really? Not even a quickie?”
I sigh dramatically. “No. Unfortunately not.” I roll over to the edge of the bed and sit up, looking back at her with an over-the-top woeful expression. “Trust me, right now, I’m regretting the plans I put in place.” I glance down at my cock jutting straight out in front of me. “Really regretting them.”
