Ienter Holly’s house hesitantly, the stillness giving it a rather eerie feel. She told me to let myself in when I got here, that she has a surprise for me.
There are no lights on, though, and no sounds to be heard. It seems to be a silent night inside her home.
“Holly?” I call out, closing the door behind me and locking it.
When she answers, her voice doesn’t come from where I expect. It floats down the hallway, seeming to come from her living room.
“In here…”
I take off my shoes, heading toward her voice. The moment I turn the corner, my heartbeat drops to my dick and my mouth salivates.
She has her fireplace lit, and candles all around the room to give it a warm glow. The Christmas tree I got her has the lights on too, the ambience very inviting.
The most perfect part? Her.
Holly lies in front of the tree on a red blanket, and has somehow wrapped herself skimpily in wrapping paper, only covering her goodies.
She has a ribbon holding each piece together in a bow. One pull on the strings, and it’ll all unravel.
And Icannotwait to unwrap her.
“I know Christmas was yesterday, but I wanted to give youonemore gift.” Her voice floats through the air, drawing me over.
Her curves are accentuated in ways that seem to magnetize the air, pulling me in. Dear God, she’s sexy.
I extend a hand down, and she slips hers into it. Pulling her up, my hands instantly gravitate to her waist, giving her a squeeze as my eyes devour her.
“Holly, you look…wow.” My hands travel over the wrapping paper, crinkling it as I move to her ass and grab handfuls. “This is quite festive.”
She wraps her arms loosely behind my neck. “What can I say, I’ve been feeling more festive lately.”
“Now why might that be?” I say, pulling her against me.
Her dark eyes reflect the flames of the fire and candles, and her skin glows like a goddess in the lighting. She’s never looked more perfect than she does right now.
With a flirty smile, she says, “Maybe it’s this younger man I’m lucky enough to call my boyfriend…hemighthave something to do with it.”
My heart skips a beat, and I tease, “Boyfriend? I thought you only wanted a fling.”
“That’s what I thought, but you know, he has beenquitepersistent in saying I must be mispronouncingforever…” She tips her head back, batting those long eyelashes at me. “And I think he might’ve been right.”
I can’t control myself any longer, smashing my lips into hers. My tongue slips into her mouth, dominating hers as I reach down and grab her legs.
Hoisting her up, she straddles me, ripping some of the paper as we get lost in the kiss. I turn toward the exit of the living room, but she breaks the kiss and I freeze.
“No, we’re doing thisright here,” she demands, the fire reflecting perfectly in her eyes.
It reflectsexactlywhat I’m feeling inside.
A burning passion so hot, we might just burn the house down.
I give her a smirk. “Now you’re so festive you want to fuck by the Christmas tree? Naughty girl.”
“If I’m on the naughty list, maybe you should punish me.” She nips my bottom lip, pulling at it gently with her teeth.
Oh, do Ieverintend to.
Laying her back on the blanket, I strip my shirt off and toss it aside. Reaching out as far as she can, her fingers trail down my abdomen, sending tingles all the way to my dicks.
