Without a word, he picks me up and moves me closer to the fire and Christmas tree, our blankets from earlier still a mess on the floor.
“Trust me?” he asks, a sensuous smirk on his face.
My heart skips a beat. “Yeah,” I say, and it’s not a lie. Even that weekend together years ago, something drew me to him. Something inside me has always settled with him near, as if my soul knows I’ll be safe with him.
He leans down, kissing me harshly. Beau yanks his mouth away before dragging over a pile of leftover Christmas lights. Anticipation hums under my skin.
“What are you doing?”
“Gonna wrap you up like my own perfect gift.” He kneels between my legs. His finger traces down the valley of my breasts before grabbing the string of lights, sliding them across my stomach and behind me to drag them down my leg. It tickles, and I inhale sharply as he slowly works the lights around and back up my chest and across my arms.
When he seems satisfied with the placement, he reaches over and plugs in the end. I gasp when the tiny bulbs light up, flickering the multicolored twinkles on my skin.
“I need a photo of this. You’re so fucking beautiful,” Beau says before getting up and leaving me there. I can hear him moving around in the kitchen, and I listen with a frown.
He comes back carrying one of my oversized ceramic mugs that looks like a squished gingerbread house and a package of chocolate crosses in the other hand.
I raise an eyebrow. “Did you just leave me here naked so you could eat a snack?”
Beau snickers. “The only thing I’ll be eating is your pussy, dear.”
My eyes roam over the mug and chocolate, silently pleading with him. He takes a sip with a muffled hum.
“It’s just not sweet enough. I know what’s missing, though.”
He kneels before me again, setting the mug and chocolate on the floor before his hand roams over my thighs, yanking them farther apart.
His fingers trail up to my bare pussy, teasing up my folds and gathering up my wetness. With a smile, he leans to the side, stirring his hot cocoa with the smeared fingers before bringing them to his mouth and lapping it up.
“Hmm. Yeah, that’s what was missing.”
My eyes widen, stunned at what he’s just done. Beau grabs a pillow, stuffing it under my hips before settling on his stomach and dragging the mug closer.
“W-what are you doing?”
“Tapping it straight from the source,” he whispers, his tongue lashing out to lick up my core. I move to arch, and realize that the lights actually restrain my movement significantly.
Beau chuckles lightly, the breathy noise cooling over my heated flesh. I stare down at him as his eyes light up with wicked pleasure. After a few more minutes of teasing me with his mouth, he leans back to grab the mug and brings it closer to me. My stomach contracts, goosebumps breaking out all over my skin.
My breath is coming in quick pants, and with each rise and fall of my chest, my breasts quiver. Beau licks his lips before slowly tipping the mug over my pussy, and a gasp rips out of me when the lukewarm liquid splashes over me.
He’s right there to catch it, slurping and lapping as my eyes roll back. The sensation of the warm flow of the drink with his tongue and lips catching every drop is doing something to me.
A fire pulses like a growing furnace inside me, and my legs tremble before it comes to a sudden stop as he pulls away.
“Beau,” I groan.
He gives me another delicious smirk and sets the hot cocoa down to grab the chocolate cross. “I think it could be a little sweeter though. And what better way to worship the miracle of a woman’s pussy.”
A laugh escapes me. “You’re bad.”
He dips the tip of the cross in the mug, stirring the hot cocoa before coming back to me. He smears chocolate down the dip of my stomach to the crook of my hip and thigh before pausing right before my drenched center.
His stare drills into me, as if daring me to object, and when I don’t, he bites down on his lip before dragging the cross straight to my pussy. He teases my hole with it, spreading chocolate right at my opening. Beau leans down, dragging his tongue down the path he created until he reaches my center. He holds up the melting cross that looks more like a degrading T and sits forward to bring it to my lips.
I open my mouth without any instruction, licking at the melting treat, noting the salty hints of myself before he pulls back, tossing it into the mug and then moving back between my legs, cleaning my cunt of every ounce of chocolate.
I wish I could twine my fingers into his hair, and within moments, I’m coming on his skilled tongue as he continues to consume me entirely.
