Carefully, I set her down on the little picnic area I’d set up for her all without ever taking my mouth from hers. When she pulled away and noticed I wasn’t about to lie right on top of her, she pouted adorably up at me.
“What? Why are we stopping?” she breathed, pushing her tits up like an offering I wasn’t sure I could resist as she held her body up with her elbows.
“Gorgeous. There is no rush.” I hardly recognized the depth of my voice.
“I know.” Her face was a scarlet red that drifted down to the edge of her top.
She noticed what I was looking at, and the naughty little girl pushed up and, before I could stop her, pulled her top up and over her body, leaving her in nothing but a snow-white lace bra that let me see just how tightly her pretty, pink nipples were standing at attention for me.
“Candy,” I rasped, lost for words. Jesus, she was fucking beautiful.And mine,a little voice in my head perked up.All mine.
“I might have been naughty, but I promise I’ll be good now, Santa.”
“Fuck.” I licked my lips as she reached behind her, and just like that, the girl of my dreams, the woman I was more than ready to spend the rest of my life with, was sitting in front of me. Topless. And that was what made everything inside me snap like a goddamn twig.
In the blink of an eye, I had one breast in my hand, thumbing her sensitive nipple as I sucked and laved at the other. Candy’s soft sounds of pleasure filled the space as she held the top of my head. Holding me in place like she didn’t want me to stop. Like I would dare.
I could have died a happy man if that was all I ever got. Right there, sucking and kissing and nipping at one tit while I pulled and fondled the other. But that wasn’t enough. Not for her or for me.
“Onyx!” she cried. I loved hearing my name coming from her lips. “Please.”
“I got you, snowflake,” I promised. “I always got you.” No matter how long I had on this green earth, no matter the highs and lows life would toss in our direction, I’d have her. She was mine now. I wasn’t sure if she realized this, but she was.
My mouth took turns, never stopping until she was a writhing wet mess beneath me. And I kept exploring. Her back arched off the blankets the moment my mouth found her navel and then, with two hands, I pushed down the material of the cute little skirt and tights she was wearing, pulling it all off, including the cute matching lacy white panties.
“Fuck,” I cursed, staring down at her beautiful body. Every curve and dip and angle was all mine to explore and love for the rest of my life. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“You make me feel beautiful,” she whispered back.
“We don’t have to do more than—“ She opened her legs wider, giving me space to fit between them.
“I want more. Please, Onyx.” I gripped her kneecaps tighter as I breathed in the full heady scent of her feminine arousal. Sweetness filled my lungs, and I lost her eyes as my own moved down and between her legs. She was so pretty. Her brown curls neatly trimmed matted down by her dewy essence.
“This wetness all for me, Candy?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.” My fingers lightly stroked between her folds.
When I started to slide them in slowly, her hips rose off the fuzzy blankets, urging me closer. Inch by inch, until I was past the first knuckle and then the second. Her sugary velvety walls clenched around me like they needed more. I pulled my finger out and this time worked two into her tight little cunt.
“Jeus, Candy,” I groaned, feeling like an animal about to be unleashed. “You’re so tight. So fucking wet,” I groaned the words spilling past my lips. “Such a pretty pink.” I leaned forward and knew I’d be addicted to her honey before I got a taste.
Her flavor burst on my tongue, melting like freshly spun sugar. She was everything I had imagined and more. Sweeter, wetter, tighter. I licked and fingered her, swirling the tip of my tongue around and around her clit before I pulled it between my lips. She cried out, but I didn’t stop. Not when my jaw ached or my tongue felt heavy. Fuck! I was like a madman possessed. I scissored my two fingers carefully, slowly stretching her to fit my fat cock inside her.
“Onyx!” she panted breathlessly. “I’m going to… I’m going to—“ Her voice cracked, and she cried out so loud I was fucking glad there was no one even in the parking lot. Wetness gushed from between her thighs, and even as her pussy milked my digits, I didn’t stop. I licked and cleaned her clean until she was a writhing mess again.
“Please, Onyx, I need more. Please! I need you.” This time, she reached out, and I groaned when her hand found the length of my shaft, palming it through the Santa pants. My eyes crossed at the pleasure. “Please,” she whispered, and my nose flared.
My woman would never have to ask me more than once. I pulled away, and she sat up. Almost like we shared the same brain, we got to work discarding the jacket, then the sweaty white tee I had worn below. Both our hands reached the big belt buckle of the costume, and I covered hers with mine.
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
“I’m serious, Candy.” My nose flared. I had no idea how the hell I had enough blood in my head to think straight enough to talk to her when it felt like all of it had rushed down south. “We do this, you give me this chance, there is no turning back. You’re mine, Candy. Forever.”
“Forever.” She smiled brightly and easily. There was a carefree air about her I hadn’t seen in a long time with Candy. Like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. And fuck me, Iwanted to pound on my chest for being the man who had done that for her. “I’m sure.”
