Jake

Swear on Santa’s reindeer, my goal wasn’t to get Kaitlyn naked in my apartment. But fuck if I’m going to waste this opportunity. I slide out of her kiss and pepper a trail of hot kisses down her jaw, her neck, between her gorgeous breasts and down her belly, all to the music of her chanting ohmygod and yes and more and Jake. I reach her waistband and peel her leggings back just enough to lick her hipbone.

My jingle bells and candy cane are tight and aching, but this isn’t about me. It’s about giving Kaitlyn all the joy she brought into my life.

The fact that I love watching her get off is just a bonus.

“Now, where’s that sleigh?” I murmur against her quivering skin.

Her hands fist in my hair. “I’m—supposed—looking—your—”

“Ssshhh,” I whisper. “You can look all you want. Just as soon as I—oh, look.” I peel her leggings down another inch, and the top of Santa’s sleigh comes into focus. “There it is.”

I trace the top of her tattoo with my tongue, and she lifts her hips to my face and jerks her leggings down, revealing a red lace thong that’s coming half-off with her pants. “More,” she orders.

What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t give the lady what she wants?

Fuck, I’ve missed her.

I stick my nose in her pussy and just breathe in her sweet, heady scent. I always thought she tasted like gingerbread, and I could never get enough. I lick her through the lace, and she bucks her hips off the couch.

“Have you been a good girl this year?” I ask her pussy.

“No,” she gasps. “I need to be punished.”

I doubt it, but I nip at her clit through the lace anyway.

“Oh god yes Jake more yes yes yesyesyes.”

These fucking leggings are in the way, so I shove them down as far as they’ll go, spread her knees, and push the lace aside until I can see all that sweet, plump pussy just waiting for me. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

And mine.

I lick her seam, taste that rich flavor of her first orgasm, and nip her clit again, then soothe the sting away with my tongue. Her fists are clenched in my hair, holding me as I lick and suck and eat her until she’s screaming my name and pumping her hips against my face and coming again. Just when I think she’s done, I slide two fingers into her hot, wet, slick channel, and she explodes all over me again, squeezing my fingers with her pussy and moaning and gripping me tight.

“Ohmygod, I can’t,” she pants as she comes down off her high. “I can’t move. That was—god, Jake.” I press a kiss to her lower belly—right where Santa’s sleigh starts, before it disappears around her hip, and her fingers loosen in my hair until she’s stroking it.

“It’s your turn,” she informs me. “Just as soon as I can move again.”

“You don’t have to do anything,” I tell her belly button. “This is for you.”

My balls are so tight they might never jingle again, but fuck.

Getting this woman off is the best Christmas present I’ve had in years. And Zoe gives some pretty fucking awesome presents.

Kaitlyn pushes my shoulder. “Up, you big ol’ softie. I need to find some tattoos. And you need to lose the rest of your clothes.”

I wiggle my brows at her. “Now you want a striptease?”

“Only if you’re wearing Christmas boxers.”

I grin, and she giggles.

Music.

Fucking music.

And I can’t say no to music, so I stand, undo my belt, and swing my hips in a slow gyration as I play with my zipper. My cock’s aching so hard, it’s a wonder I can stand, but Kaitlyn’s giggling, and her eyes are dark and smoky and turned on still, and that’s the woman I remember.

The happiness. The joy. The unabashed delight in simple things like a horrible striptease.

“Oh, turn around.” She pulls the rest of her leggings off so she’s completely bare-ass naked, which is putting so much strain on the reindeer antler in my pants that I might never fully deflate again. “What’s that ink behind your shoulder?”

I turn, and she claps. “The leg lamp? Ohmygod, Jake—who are you?”

“Just a guy who met a girl once who taught him all about Christmas,” I say as I thrust the tent in my pants toward her.

She rises and reaches for my button with nimble fingers. “Enough teasing. I want everything.”

I cup her head while she unzips me, her touch on my north pole making it swell impossibly harder. “I’ve missed you,” I tell her with a kiss to the edge of her lips.

“I’ve missed me too,” she whispers. “And you.”

She gives my pants a shove down over my ass, and they fall to the ground.

My boxers, though— “Ohmygod, they’re elf boxers!” She drops to her knees, kisses my dick through the cotton, and then peels them off too. Her hands go around me, and holy fuck, her touch.

Her touch is every fucking good thing in the world. Candy canes and Christmas cookies. Caroling in the snow. Watching the tree lighting in Rockefeller Plaza.

And when she licks my tip, then takes me into her mouth—fuck.

Sheer ecstasy.

A low moan emanates from the back of her throat, vibrating against my shaft, and fuck, two licks and a suck, and I’m going to come. I grab her and pull back. “You. Bed. Now.”

“You. Christmas tree. Now,” she counters.

That’s my girl.

Except—“Fuck. Kaitlyn, angel, I don’t have—”

She reaches into her duffel and pulls out a foil packet, and it’s all I can do to not pounce on her. She hooks a hand around my neck, kisses me long and hard as she’s pulling me down. Her quick fingers make easy work of sliding the condom down my length—fuck me, I almost come again—and then we’re beneath my tree, sparkling rainbow lights above us, the scent of pine mingling with spiced cider and Kaitlyn, and she’s sliding down my length.

“Ohmygod, yes,” she whispers. She lifts herself, slides down me again, and my eyes roll into the back of my head, because she’s so hot and tight and slick I can’t think, I can’t breathe, I can’t stop.

I can’t stop thrusting up into her sweet heat while she bucks and rides me. I’m so fucking close, so fucking close, I can barely hold back, but I have to, because if I never do another fucking thing in my life, I’m going to get this woman off one more time.

“Fuck, Kaitlyn, you’re so fucking gorgeous,” I gasp.

“Yes more faster there THERE ohmygod, Jake, I’m COMING!”

She clenches around me as the first wave hits, and that trigger is all I need to let go with her. My dick pulses and explodes, hard and fast and thick, pumping everything I have into her while the world goes pure white, nothing but the sound of her moans and cries of ecstasy accompanying the sheer bliss of coming with her.

She’s still pulsing around me, and I’m still coming in her sweet pussy, the release bordering on pain until we’re both finally completely and utterly spent.

She collapses on top of me, and I wrap my noodle arms around her and squeeze as tight as I can.

I let this woman get away once.

I’m not doing it again.