“I’ll have an indoor picnic with you if you let me sit on your lap and take a picture with Santa,” I said, shocking the hell out of the two of us.
6
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If you letme sit on your lap and take a picture with Santa.My already hard cock throbbed at her words. Let her? Fuck, I’d beg her. Not that I said that. Not when I stared down at her, unable to get my brain to fully process what she’d just said.
“Candy,” I rasped. Her name sounded scratchy in my ears.
“Please?” she whispered so sweetly, a pearl of liquid formed at the tip of my dick and smeared against my boxer briefs. Those pretty eyes of hers looked at me like I was all she wanted, and I fucking hoped to god I wasn’t wrong.
Suddenly, her small but strong hand dragged down my chest, leaving nothing but heat and want in its wake despite wearing this thick, stupid Santa costume. This time, it was her who tangled our fingers together, holding my hand for the first time before leading the two of us towards the workshop we had built together.
“Baby,” I whispered hoarsely, but like a big dope letting himself be led by his dick, I couldn’t string more than two words together.
And when she looked over her shoulder and smiled up at me? Her curls bouncing as mischief glittered in her eyes? Fuck me,it made me want her even more. I was a goner. A complete and utter goner for this curvy goddess who had been in front of me for so long, yet somehow, I’d just now noticed. She stood beside the chair and nodded towards it, silently telling me to sit.
And like her good boy, I did her fucking bidding.
Fuck. No other woman out in the fucking universe could have made me do this shit for her. Only Candace.Only my woman.I sat down and spread my legs wide as I got comfortable. Once I was seated, she smiled and chewed on her lower lip. I patted my lap and winked. Candy didn’t need to be told twice. She moved closer and sat right on my lap.
Her gorgeous ass took its place on me, and we smiled at one another like fools. “You wanted a picture with Santa?”
“Yes.” She giggled, bringing her phone out of the pocket of her cardigan and pulling up the camera feature. She tried to snap a selfie of the two of us, but the phone almost slipped out of her hand, so I took it from her and snapped some images.
“Let me see,” she said. I handed it to her, unable to take my eyes off her as she looked at the images. I felt almost breathless when her eyes sparkled up at me. “Do you think we can do a couple more? Maybe some funny ones?” she requested, almost as shy as she was excited. Fuck, it fueled something inside of me. I wanted to be the man she asked anything for because she knew he would deliver time and time again.
“Of course.” She handed me her phone again, and I made sure our fingers brushed this time.
We made some funny faces and laughed, and when we stared at each other, slowly swaying closer, I knew exactly where this was going. Her lips brushed against mine, and I groaned. The deep sound vibrated between us as she took the lead, kissing me slowly. Sweetly. So damn gently my breath hitched and my cock ached.
“Candy,” I moaned and bounced her on my knee once, twice. She giggled and wrapped her arm around me, resting her forehead against mine.
“Hi, Santa.” She grinned at me, and I laughed, shaking my head.
“Hello, little girl.”
“You know…” She bit down on her bottom lip. “I don’t think I’ve ever done this.”
“Done what?”
“Get the chance to sit on Santa’s lap.” She blushed, and I bounced her again, loving the sounds of joy she made as she held on tighter. “I mean when I was younger.”
“Ever?” I asked. She shook her head.
“My parents had talked about taking me, but that year…” Her voice drifted off to nothing, and I knew that was when her parents had split up. “Mom was always busy after that. Working and stuff… It wasn’t a big deal.”
“Well… there is a first time for everything.” I grinned. “You got your picture with Santa. How about you tell him if you’ve been a good girl or a naughty one?” It sounded slightly cheesy in my ears, and I completely expected her to push me away.
But there was something about the glassy way she stared back at me that had me holding her closer. Tighter. The hitch in her breathing as I stroked her back with the pads of my fingers. She trembled, and I didn’t miss the way her skin filled with goose bumps even though there hadn’t been any kind of temperature change.
She liked this.
She wanted this.
Wanted me.
“Hmm,” she sassily pretended to think. “I’ve been…” She tapped her bottom lip with the pad of her finger, making meache for another taste of her. But then again, I doubted that ache would ever be sated. Our eyes locked. “Good?”
