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She flashes me a flirty look, her lips tipped up into a suggestive smile. “If I let you buy me these, can we go pick out your tree?”
“Ourtree, babe.” I tug her against me, unapologetically dropping one hand to her plump ass and giving it a gentle squeeze at the same time I press a firm kiss to her lips. She grips the open flap of my coat, tilting her head to grant me better access to her pretty mouth.
“You two might just end up on Santa’s naughty list after all.” Mrs. Wilkerson’s voice causes us to break apart the kiss, but Meg doesn’t jump back like I expect. Her hand is still firmly gripped on my coat, her tits grazing my chest. “It’s about time, too.”
“Mrs. Wilkerson!” Meg gasps.
“I was young once.” She gives us a wink and slips away into the sweater section.
I nuzzle Meg’s neck, lowering my voice. “If we’re going to be on the naughty list,” I start. She shivers when I flick the shell of her ear with my tongue. “We might as well do it right.”
“Tree first.” Her insistence comes out raspy. I’d bet that pussy of hers is sopping wet. If we weren’t in public, I’d dip my hand down the front of her leggings to find out. “Then I might just climbyoulike a tree.”
I’ve never picked out a Christmas tree so fast in my life.
Chapter Nine
MEG
Christmas lights, garland, ornaments, and pine needles are littered all over Aaron’s apartment living room. I’d say we picked out the best tree left in the lot, but truth be told I don’t have much memory of selecting one. Only Aaron paying for it and tossing it over his shoulder without letting go of my hand until we arrived at the shop. Until today, I didn’t realize anyone lived above it.
“Where do we start?” Aaron asks, coming up behind me and wrapping both arms around me. His hot breath on my neck gives me the best shivers.
The couch, recliner, and coffee table are covered in decorations.
“At least we’ve watered the tree.” My words are shaky with anticipation. It doesn’t help that he’s kissing a trail from the back of my ear to my shoulder. My nipples ache for his touch. They want some of that delicious tongue action my pussy experienced last night. “I think we’ve earned a break.”
One hand slips from my stomach, traveling south. His fingertips dip beneath my sweater, teasing the waistband of my leggings. “So, we start in the bedroom.”
“Unless you have a shiny red sports car,” I mumble, gently nudging my ass against him. My eyes widen when I feel the sheer size of him. It’s been a while since I’ve been with a man, and never one so…well endowed.
“What’s that?”
“Bedroom it is!”
Aaron slips a hand into my leggings and panties, one finger finding my slit. My legs instantly go limp, and suddenly it’s a struggle to stay upright. I shouldn’t want this so badly. I shouldn’t want the man I’m falling so hard for to fuck me senseless. I know where this leads: straight to heartbreak.
Yet, there’s this nagging feeling in my chest I can’t seem to shake: hope.
Maybe he’ll stay.
Maybe this could work.
“I thought we might start with your first orgasm in here,” Aaron murmurs against my ear.
“First?” The word comes out as a squeak.
“Get to know me better, and you’ll learn I’m a pretty generous man.”
Any attempt at a reply turns into a moan as he slips a finger inside my channel. Since the Christmas lights are in a pile, unplugged, on the couch, I must be seeing stars already. Fuck, how is this possible?
I reach a hand behind my back, fumbling with the top button of his jeans until it unfastens. He doesn’t stop me as I reach my hands down his pants and circle it around his cock. Holy jingle bells that man ispacking.
“Fuck, babe. That feelsgood.”
My pussy isn’t worried about getting split in two. It’s a fucking river between my legs.
I stroke his cock in time to him fingering me, thankful the man is able to keep us both upright because my limbs no longer have any strength. I’m a puddle of pleasure, experiencing the world’s slowest and longest orgasm. How long have I been coming? Mygodthis is the best thing I’ve ever experienced.