Page 71 of Fake it For Good
She burst into laughter. “Did you just buy all this?”
“I did.”
“You didn’t have a tree before?” she asked.
“Lost it in the divorce,” I said. “Just never thought to get another one.”
“Ah, so we are christening your house,” she said.
“We are.”
I had some ideas about how we could christen the house. I watched as she knelt on the floor and started rifling through the bags. She pulled out the boxes of ornaments and fluffy garland strands. “I love your color scheme,” she said.
“I told you I like red,” I replied.
She looked up and flashed a sexy smile. “I do remember.”
“Ever seen Charlie Brown Christmas?” I asked her.
“Uh, duh,” she said, laughing.
“When I was younger, we had a tradition. We would put on Christmas movies while we decorated the tree. My mom always made hot chocolate. We would soak our candy canes in the chocolate to give it a peppermint flavor. We had popcorn and just made it a big deal.”
“I would love to watch Christmas movies while we worked,” she said.
I turned off the music and pulled up the movie I had already put on my playlist. Together, we managed to erect the nine-foot-tall tree. “What is it with men insisting bigger is better?” she asked from the top step of the stepladder.
“You’re going to tell me bigger isn’t better?” I countered.
She tossed a red ornament at me. “And men are always all about the sex.”
“Again, you’re not?”
“Stop. This tree is never going to get decorated.”
I couldn’t resist and grabbed a handful of her perfect ass. “The tree isn’t going anywhere.”
“Stop,” she said, laughing, and swatted me away.
I reached up the skirt she was wearing. It was hard to resist the temptation. My hand slid over the silky- smooth skin inside her thigh. I rubbed my hand over her crotch and felt her flinch. “Are you sure you want me to stop?” I asked.
“You’re going to knock me off the ladder.”
I moved to stand directly behind her. My hand hooked on her panties and pulled them down. “Christmas plaid,” I said with a laugh. “Does the bra match?”
“It does,” she replied. “But if I fall into this tree, you’ll never find out.”
Her sweet pussy was right there, waiting to be devoured. “I would suggest you find your balance,” I warned. My head went under her skirt with my hands holding the front of her thighs just in case she did topple forward.
“Cane!” She shrieked my name at the same time my tongue ran across her clit. Her body jerked. I kept her firm on the ladder and against my face.
Her taste was sweeter than honey with a touch of vanilla. I ran my tongue over her clit softly at first. Then with just a little more pressure. She was breathing hard. Soft little whimpers told me she was loving it. I ignored the sound of Charlie Brown talking from the TV behind me. She was the only thing that mattered in that moment. It was all about her. I wanted her to have all the pleasure my tongue could provide.
I suckled and lapped and pushed my tongue inside her. I could feel her legs trembling. She was enjoying it. “Cane,” she moaned.
It was like adding gas to a fire. I had to have more. I lapped faster, finding that sweet little nub that made her jerk every time I ran my tongue over it. I gave it my full attention, listening to her cries of pleasure get louder and louder. Her sweet juices flowed freely while I lapped it all up. She shouted and cried out with ecstasy. I held her firmly to keep her from falling into the tree. I stepped back and helped her off the ladder. Her cheeks were flushed as she grabbed her glass. “I can’t believe you just did that.”
I wiped my mouth. “I can. I’ll do it again if you’d like. I don’t think I’ve had enough. You taste as good as you look.”
