“You okay there, angel?” I move her wet, messy hair back off her forehead, getting a good look at her beautiful face. She’s glowing, like a celestial being. Glorious. This must be what heaven feels like.
She nods and hums out another moan. “You fill me up real good, hotshot.” Her arms wrap around my neck, pulling me back to her lips. Eating her out was exceptional, but kissing her mouth is sensational. Being inside her like this is phenomenal.
“I’m gonna be filling you with my cum soon enough. You feel incredible.” I’m not just saying it either. Those words have left my lips many times with many women, but this time I mean it.
Her soft curves and bouncy flesh cushions each thrust of my hips. Thick thighs wrap around my waist. Her generous hips move in rhythm with my hard muscles, complementing my rigid lines beautifully, as if she was designed by the gods themselves, solely for my pleasure.
“Fill me up, Noel.” Her nails dig crescents in my neck as she comes undone. A scream parts her lips as her eyes bore into me, full of sparkle and Christmas magic.
I can’t hold back any longer and with one more thrust, my groans drown out her cries as I shoot every pent-up desire into her. Two weeks of tension leaves my body as a warm feeling washes over me.
Staring into her twinkling eyes, I’m more love drunk than ever. “You okay, sprout?”
“I prefer it when you call me angel.” She is an angel. My angel.
And I’m the sinner taking a bite of the forbidden fruit. Though her seasonal cheer is rubbing off on me and right now, I just can’t see how something that feels so right can be wrong.
NOEL
Glory sucks on a candy cane from one of the market stalls. She knows I’m watching her as I zoom the camera in close to see that dirty lip bite.
Giselle powders Josh’s face for the tenth time while Christmas carols play out in the town square. I shoot off a text while we’re waiting.
I can’t wait to get you back to my place tonight.
She lifts her phone from the pocket of her shirtdress. A worry crease mars her pretty face as she glances over at me, then types back.
I made plans to go out with Jodi and the girls tonight.
I’m as upset about it as you are. Trust me. But I made these plans last week before us.
Don’t worry.
The striptease I filmed will have to do for tonight.
She looks over her shoulder. The same blush from last night paints her cheeks as her lip curls in the corner. I want nothing more than to go over to her, scoop her up in my arms and kiss those luscious lips, showing everyone in town she’s mine.
I let out a sigh as my shoulders slump, knowing that’s not in the cards for us. We agreed to keep this between us. Maybe she doesn’t want people finding out she’s dating me as much as I don’t want people to know I’m dating her, but for very different reasons.
I pan the camera around, getting some footage of the bustling festival. Mom stands at Wanelda’s stall and gives me a wave, spoiling the shot I was capturing of everyone acting natural.
The production manager calls, “That’s lunch.” Everyone claps and cheers and I turn to get Glory’s attention in the hope I can sneak her away for an hour.
Just as I catch Glory’s eye, Mom hustles over, one hand laden with bags and her other waving frantically. “Yooohoooo.”
“Hey, Mom.” I lean down and kiss her cheek.
“That was fantastic to actually see you at work. Such a brilliant scene. I can’t wait to watch the full movie filmed right here in our hometown and my son making Christmas movie magic.” She shouts the words for all to hear, like the proud mom she is.
“I’m just the cameraman, Mom. Ivy’s the star of the show.”
Glory sidles up to me. “Hello, Mrs Carole.”
“How’re you finding working on set, dear? Your Momma told me Noel helped to get you a job.” She pats my cheek as if I’m twelve. “He’s such a giver.”
“He’s a giver, all right.” Glory’s smile widens and her eyes twinkle as she glances my way. “He’s also my hero. Did you know he saved me from a gator?”
“Yes, I heard all about it from Wanelda.”
