Page 29 of Playing Santa

She’s first to strip down to naked, but only because I’m mesmerized, possibly turned to stone by the sight of her taking off her clothes.

“What’s the matter Mr. Player? Don’t act like you’ve never seen a woman strip for you before.”

I don’t speak because there’s too much saliva in my mouth and I don’t want to actually fucking drool. I can’t wait to get my mouth onto those rosy nipples and my hands on those heavy round breasts. My dick squirms for release from my pants and my balls tingle with need.

She twirls around and I could swear she’s more sexy than anything I’ve ever seen. Her ass is plump and curvy and her waist small like Barbie dolls were modeled after her. “God dam,” I whisper.

She spins back around and sets a smoldering stare on me. My dick jumps and my hands go to my zipper to get the hell out of my pants.

“Anyone ever tell you you’re the sexiest woman alive?”

She smiles like a saucy cat, showing me the flip side of the overly cautious and skittish woman.

“No, but I’ve seen the looks. I want you to be so excited that you can’t stand it.”

“You’re succeeding in spades, sweetheart.”

She comes to me and unbuttons my shirt as I step from my pants. My dick pops forward introducing itself to her belly, the warmth of her skin hitting me, making me growl.

“My God, Sean,” she says, reaching down to hold my cock, her fingers surrounding it, caressing it a tiny tremor shakes her hand, telling me she’s excited louder than if she fucking shouted it. I shudder. Then I rip my shirt the fuck off and put my arms around her, running them down her smooth back, to her perfect world-class ass, warm and silky and so squeezable I could cry with joy. I pull her to me until her breasts crush against my chest. I don’t know if the low moan is hers or mine or both of us. The sensations mingle and mirror each other, our desire to be joined one and the same.

“This is scary,” she says. “I’ve never been so hot to have a man inside me.” Her vivid blue eyes, intense and needy and close, grab hold of me.

I’m about to throw her on the bed, but I still.

“You okay with this sweetheart?” I have to ask, not because I’m a glutton, though my engorged cock may never forgive me if her answer goes wrong, but because I realize she probably hasn’t been with another man besides that low-life her husband and that was six fucking years ago.

“I will be,” she says. “As soon as you impale yourself in me.”

My answer is a low growl as I lift her in a quick sweep onto the bed and position myself over her, kneeling between her legs. She reaches up to me to pull me down.

“Come here, Sean. Keep me warm. Make me hot. Make me forget everything I ever knew about fucking a man and replace it with something hotter, something better.” She’s whispering, but the desperation in her voice is loud and clear and the enormity of what she’s offering me, allowing me overcomes me.

It’s almost like taking a virgin—not that I ever have because I haven’t. That’s against my rules of fair play. But this, what she’s asking me, the way she’s saying it, bears the same responsibility, like I’m re-writing her past, lessening the darkness of it, relieving the poison like a bad-sex antidote.

Leaning forward, holding my body off her in a high plank, I bend my head to kiss her lips, a gentle touch more of affection than passion. She kisses me back, taking my face in her hands, sucking in my tongue and exploring me like she never wants to let me go.

My cock goes wild, demanding more, so in a sadistic move, I end the kiss.

“If you want me to last more than a minute we’ll need to slow that down, honey.” She still holds my face, stares into my eyes with such adoration I don’t think she even knows how much emotion she’s showing, that she’s been bottling up inside.

I kiss each of her hands as I move them, kneeling back up, positioned between her legs.

“It’s time for that desert I’ve been dying for as if I’m a starving man,” I say. Her eyes flare and her lashes flutter as I stroke one finger from her naval down to her mound and between the folds to tease her. Finding her wet as if she’s slathered gel all over her sex, I let out a breath and steel my cock against the rising need.

“God dam you are wet, honey, and I plan to lick you dry.” To prove my point, I back up, lowering myself to let my tongue drag along the hot skin of her perfect belly and down the same path I took my finger.

Her hips jump from the bed to press into me as I hit her creamy swollen clit and suck in.

“Oh my God. Sean…” She clutches my hair, her hands trembling, her thighs tightening and I flick my tongue, knowing she’s close, excited as fuck at how easy she is to excite, at how much she’s let go for me. Plunging a finger inside her as I circle her clit and flick it mercilessly, I feel the tell-tale vibration in her thighs, the panting breaths and the moan rising from her.

Her hips buck up as her thighs clamp around me and she releases a muffled sob. Her orgasm pulses against my mouth and her delicious creamy juices bathe my tongue. I don’t let go of her until she calms and quiets, but I’m dying to see her face.

When I finally look up at her and move up her body, worshipping the curve of her belly, the flare of her hips, the indent between her ribs and the swell of her breasts with my tongue. My eyes are locked on hers. Her fist is still in her mouth to hold in the sexy noise until I take her left nipple into my mouth and she whimpers in a high pitch, clutching her hands in my hair to drag me from her breast to her mouth.

“I want you inside me so much,” she says before I capture her words, savor them as I kiss her, rolling her lips with my tongue, exploring every part of her mouth.

My cock is ready to explode, but it’s still hard to tear myself away from the intimacy of the kiss, the heady mingling of our tongues, our teeth clashing, the joining like we need to be connected physically the way we are in our hearts. Or at least that’s how I feel. For this moment, the wall around her heart is gone and I need to get as much of the unguarded her as I can.