This one is getting framed for sure.
I step into the forest of trees, looking for more moments to photograph.
I get the hands of two little ones dragging across a tree as they chase each other. A couple, kissing, perfectly framed by thebranches of two trees touching. Then, footprints in the snow that start with a pair and end solo.
“Following me, Santa?” Krystal’s voice startles me. Goosebumps rise under my knit turtleneck when I turn to face her. She holds a singular pine cone and nothing else. My face lifts with a bright smile.
“I think we’ll always be bound to meet again,” I say, stepping into her space. She gasps when I pull her against me, this time, not concealing the bulge between my legs. Her arms skate around my shoulders when she pulls me in for a kiss. I groan against the feel of her, kissing her deeply as my hands slide down her back.
I’m not the touchy type, but I can’t seem to get enough of her. My touch craves the feel of her skin, my hands yearn to be overwhelmed by all her soft curves. Her tongue slips into my mouth, feathering mine as she moans greedily. I consider how long it must have been for her since the last time she was touched like this, kissed like this — and how lucky I am to be the one knighted with the honor.
When we separate, her red lipstick is blurred around her mouth. “Oh,” she chuckles, cupping my cheeks and rubbing the transfer from my face. Then, after wiping the edges of her mouth, rubbing her fingers together to get rid of the stain on her palms, she backs away.
Promise and mischief swim behind her amber eyes.
“You’re distracting me,” she accuses, waving her pine cone back and forth. “No more cheating,” she laughs.
Nick
But, I’m not done. All the blood in my body swells in my needy dick. I reach after her, pulling her back against my body and kissing a trail from her ear to the exposed part of her neck. Her heady moans send waves of desire through my body. My hands are rushed, uncontrolled when I back her into the tree and cause small piles of snow to fall from its branches.
She sighs my name, sucking my lip into her mouth and grazing its sensitive flesh with her teeth. My fingers climb the soft fabric wrapped around her muscular thighs. I find the elastic of the waistband and start inching it down when her long fingers clasp around my wrist. “Wait,” she hisses. “What if we get caught?”
I graze the tender flesh under her ear. “You want me?” I ask.
Her labored breath and the distant melodies of Christmas music mix with the silence that lingers after my question; silence that hangs heavy in the air with arousal as I wait. The longer the time passes, the more I assume. Maybe I got ahead of myself, maybe she doesn’t want this. I pull away, the sting of rejection burning my cheeks when she rests her hand on the back of my neck.
“Yes, Nick. I want you,” she breathes.
My body sings, my mouth collides with hers as my greedy fingers find the seam of her leggings and rip them apart. She gasps when the frosty air assaults the tender flesh between her thighs. She’s not wearing any underwear.
A shiver rolls through my body when my fingers slide along her hot sex, slick with arousal for me. I groan as I insert one finger, then another, into her wetness. My thumb circles her clit, causing her to throw her head back in ecstasy. She bites her fist, muffling her moans.
I drop to my knees, and the cold, snowy ground bites through my pants and against my skin. My mouth waters as I cover her, running my tongue up and down her slickness as her hips rock back and forth. Her heavy thigh rests on my shoulder, and I guide the other so she’s sitting back against the tree. They squeeze, suffocating me with her pleasure as her soft whimpers fall on my ears.
It’s too much. She tastes too good, sounds too sexy, smells too intoxicating. I tighten my core, reaching between my legs and freeing myself. “Oh fuck,” she whines. “Nick, I’m about to come.”
It’s a whisper, but her gentle petition echoes in my mind as I stroke myself. When her breathing quickens, her legs start to shake, I up my pace — rolling my eyes closed as she grinds against my mouth.
No sounds escape her when she grips my head, keeping me in one place as she works her orgasm out on my mouth. I fall over the edge with her, my throbbing dick gripped in my tight fist as we both stay completely still for one blissful minute.
She’s looking down at me, biting her lips with a fierce emotion raging behind her eyes when, suddenly, she scrambles away from me. “Someone’s coming,” she whisper-screams,pulling her skirt down and crossing her legs. I don’t try to hide the villainous smirk that spreads on my lips. I zip myself up and wipe the corners of my mouth as I watch her smooth her hair just to fluff it up again.
Whoever was making their way over here didn’t complete the journey.
My hands find her waist again, pulling her flush against me — I check the time. “Half an hour left, Snowflake,” I say, peppering the side of her face with kisses.
She hums, picking her pine cone up from the ground and walking away without sparing me a second glance.
Krystal
Walking around with a hole in my crotch was not how I anticipated today going. That stint on the farm was a welcome distraction from the text messages staring back at me right now. Nick is in the shower, getting ready to deliver on his promise. He owes me four orgasms tonight.
I reread the messages.
Maybe: Tameka: Suppose something happened to him?
Maybe: Tameka: Would you be able to forgive yourself?
