I wrapped one leg around his waist, urging him close to me. We were fully clothed, still, but that could change easily.
Matt reached down, and I thought for a moment he was going to unzip his pants. My panties were soaked in anticipation. But instead, he simply adjusted himself and moved back down to sit in between my legs.
Suddenly, I understood what he had been talking about earlier.
“Just a taste, huh?” I said, my own hand coming up to cup my breast teasingly.
“Well, it’s not exactly milk and cookies, but I have no complaints,” he said. His hands slid up my thighs, under my skirt, and I shifted, grabbing the fabric of my skirt to hike it up over my hips.
Matt hooked his fingers in my panties and pulled them down to expose my pussy.
I could feel how wet I was, glistening for him, and he gave a little growl of approval. He grabbed my knees and pushed them apart, giving himself more access.
Then he leaned in with an aching slowness, breathing a gust of slightly cool air over my pussy.
I clenched. “It's not nice to tease people…especially during the holidays,” I muttered.
“Who said I was nice?”
My answer was on the tip of my tongue, but then his tongue was elsewhere, stroking and licking a stripe up my pussy lips, and I found I did not care to reply. Only enjoy.
He parted my nether lips with his fingers and plunged in, his tongue circling around my already excited clit.
I moaned loudly, arching my back, sinking into the sensation of his mouth.
His finger slipped into me at the same time as his tongue lapped over my clit, and I closed my eyes in bliss, moaning as his fingers penetrated me.
Matt really knew how to pleasure a woman, licking me hard with demanding lips and his finger pulsing in and out of me to give me added sensation on my nerves.
“Matt…more…” I moaned.
Matt gave me what I wanted, fingering me more thoroughly. His fingers were almost as good as his cock.
I was open with my desire, moaning out, my voice reaching a higher pitch when he increased his efforts, all but sucking on my clit.
I knew I was being loud, but I didn't care. Nor could I stop myself.
My climax hit me hard, rolling through me, and he did not let up for a second, licking me all through it, his fingers plunging in and out of my soaking wet pussy.
Merry Christmas to me.
The last thing I remembered as I drifted off into a land of sugarplum fairies and fuckable hot shirtless men was Matt carrying me back to his bedroom…
Then being suddenly jerked awake as my phone rang shrilly, and Kringle barked.
Matt sat up next to me.
“Hush,” he ordered.
The dog whined, and I picked up the slobbery phone Kringle had set next to my pillow. There were tons of missed calls and texts from Olivia.
I selected her contact info, wondering what had happened.
“I am so sorry to interrupt your sexual conquest,” Olivia said in a rush, “but the police are here at the shop.”
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