Page 15 of Christmas Souls

My head moves up and down, and I guess I'm nodding in greeting. I don't move a muscle, but my eyes roam all over Mandy's body.

"Can we talk?" she asks.

I think I'm being rude so I step aside to let her in. She's wearing a long sweater with leggings underneath. I want to strip her of those and do nasty things to her. She'll love everything I do. I close the door with a sigh. I guess we're going to set the rules for the no-strings relationship she wants us to have.

"I brought you some Fettuccini Alfredo that I made. It's the recipe you like."

"Is this a peace offering?"

"Something like that. Can we sit and talk?"

I take the dish from her and hesitate. I have better manners than this.

"Do you want anything to drink? Water? Cola?"

"No, I'm fine, Michael. I didn't come here for you to wait on me."

She sits down on the couch and places her hands on her lap as if in prayer. If only she knew I want to spend the rest of my life worshipping her. I put the Fettuccini container on the kitchen counter and returned to the living room. I stand pretty close to her, but I can't really sit down right now.

"What did you come here for?"

"I was hoping we could smooth things over. I know you are mad. I didn't say I didn't want a relationship with you, justthat the future is kind of complicated for me. I can't make any promises to you right now."

"You're worried about making promises to me?"

"Of course. I care about you, Michael."

"Just not enough to say words that might bind us together."

"Michael."

"Let's say I want to play this little 'no strings' game. What does that look like to you?"

I pull her up from where she's sitting and grab her by the arms. Her head just reaches my shoulder and I lift her chin up so she can see me and how I'm boiling inside. The problem is the anger has turned to hunger and I don't know that I can keep it to myself.

Her lips are full and rose pink, and I want to kiss her again. I brush my thumb over her lower lip, and I feel her mouth tremble from my touch.

"You look delicious today." I lean down to whisper in her ear.

I place a kiss on her earlobe and feel her shudder.

"What if I told you I wanted to bend you over this couch and lick your pussy until you come all over my face? Is that something allowed in the 'no strings' relationship you have in mind?"

"Ye…ye…yes, that's allowed."

No longer worried about niceties, I lean down and ravish her mouth. I thrust my tongue in and fuck her mouth with it, showing her what I'm going to do when she's bent over for me. Before long I realize she's trembling and needy with desire.

I do what I promised and pull down her leggings and panties and have her bare for me to feast on. After I take off the garments, I push her legs apart and press her gently on her back so she's bent over the arm of the sofa.

My fingers are itching to touch her, so I do. I open her pink lips and am rewarded with her slick arousal. She wants this as much as I do.

"Do you want my mouth on you, Mandy?"

"Yes!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, dammit, Michael, just do it."