My heart swelled in my chest. “Seriously?”
“Yes.” Belen offered a timid smile
In one motion, I scooped her into my arms, rolling until she was underneath me. “I think that’s the best news I’ve received all week.” Diving into her breast, I used my tongue to toy with her nipples through her bra. I loved the way her body contorted against mine. Unhooking her bra, I latched on to her bare nipple and indulged in the sounds of her heated moans.
“Wait … Kris. What did you want to talk about?”
“Huh?”
“You said you had something to tell me.”
“It can wait. Right now I’m far too distracted by the work of art that is your body. Plus, girls who come to Canada get to ride my face.”
“Whoa, if I’d known that I’d have packed my bags weeks ago.”
Hooking my thumbs onto the sides of her panties, I pulled them over her thick thighs. Bringing the undies to my nose, I took a long drag intoxicated by the scent of her.
“I’m ready for my tongue lashing. You know how I like it, wet and sloppy,” she said.
Slowly I inserted my index finger followed by a second digit. Belen was dripping wet from my thrust. Removing my sticky fingers, I fed them to her. And she licked each digit clean without hesitation.
“God, I love it when you’re nasty for me,” I groaned before sinking my tongue inside her. Belen’s whole body tensed before melting into the mattress. Her pussy slid over my tongue as she rocked her hips, pushing me over the top.
“Kristoff, yes just like that.” Belen usually only called me Kristoff when we had sex and hearing her voice filled with lust calling for me turned me all the way on. She said my name like I was in trouble and she was going to teach me a lesson. Her hand clutched hold of my curls, directing my head so she could achieve ultimate pleasure.
I kissed her lower lips while feeding her with affirmations. “You are so sexy.” Kiss. “I adore your breast.” Long lick and nipple squeeze. “I can’t get enough of your pussy, I think I’m addicted.” Tongue swirls.
When Belen reached for a pillow to muffle her screams, I wasted no time pulling myself up and entering her from the side. Pressing her back against my chest, I cradled her breast in my hand. Our bodies worked together, grinding and thrusting.Belen turned her head toward me in search of kisses and when our lips connected, she released a low moan that vibrated my chest.
“I love how you make me lose all my cool when you’re inside of me. Take this pussy, Kristoff. Take all of it.”
And that’s what I did, flipping her on to her stomach, I fucked her like I was performing a Christmas miracle. Belen fisted the sheets and muted a scream that threatened to spill from her mouth. When she declared she loved me mid thrust, I could no longer hold back whispering, “Come with me baby.” With my deep strokes and an assist from Belen fingering her clit, we rode the wave into bliss together. Our bodies tensing and writhing in unison. We sunk into the bed, our limbs still entwined. Brushing the hair from Belen’s face I smiled against her lips.
“God you are a wonder.” I breathed out.
Belen whispered in my ear, “I love you.” Like it was our special secret.
I love you, too.I mouthed back.
“I can’t believe in a week I’ll be in Canada meeting your family. I should start packing now.” Before I could stop her, Belen disappeared into her closet.
I collapsed face down into my pillow. I’d tell her about California tomorrow, I promised myself.
Upon arriving to work,Chloe was chomping at the bit to talk with me. Following me to my office, she closed the door behind her.
“Closed door? This must be bad,” I said, dropping into my chair.
She took a seat at one of the two chairs on the other side of my desk. “Have you ever Googled Kris?”
“What?” My stomach dropped to my toes because a question like that meant there was something to find.
“Kris Kringle our resident Santa, have you Googled him?”
“No,” I said. I knew there were plenty of people who Googled potential mates. But I wasn’t one of them. I preferred to learn about a partner organically. An internet search took the fun out of getting to know one another.
“You need to Google him right now,” she insisted.
“Wait, why were you searching for Kris online?”
