my pants. The red fabric stretched forward against the heavy weight of my dick.
I jolted seeing her jaw drop slightly.
“Holly.” Wide eyes snapped to mine when I called her name. “For full disclosure, it’s not going to be festive like your ornament.”
Her whole body glowed with a warm flush and then a small smile pulled at her lips. “Is that why you tied me up before telling me? In case I was too disappointed that your cock wasn’t red and green and decided to run?”
My laugh was strained and strangled into a groan. Just hearing her talk about my cock made the impatient organ strain and throb against its cage.
I reached for my belt, unclasping the buckle and sliding the black leather from the loops. “If I wanted to make sure you didn’t run, I’d tie you up with this.” I pulled the belt quickly taut, letting the snap of the leather echo through the room.
Her back bowed off the bed as though I had cracked it against her skin. The lights holding her flickered all around the darkening room, her pleasure magnified by them into a twinkling display of desire. But it was the way her pussy glistened in front of me, waiting, that made me rip open the front of my pants with a low growl, gasping in air as though it had been suffocating more than just my dick.
I shoved off my suit pants and boxers, and my chest heaved with relief as I rose back up in front of her, wearing nothing except my Santa hat.
Her small gasp reverberated through the room like an enthralling earthquake, shaking right through my bones and breaking down every thought except that this woman was mine and I’d do anything to keep her for more than one night of magic.
“Saint...” She continued to balk at my size before drawing a shuddering breath. “Sorry, all I can think of are corny Christmas pick-up lines. About packages. And presents—” She broke off with a groan and my head ducked as I chuckled softly.
She was something else—something I couldn’t get enough of.
I approached the bed, fisting the thick length of my cock and pulling with long strokes while I stared down at her, alight and glistening with desire. Her eyes grew heavy with lust and her lips parted waiting for me to claim them again.
Instead, I dropped to my knees in front of her, the sweet scent of her desire responsible for bringing me there. I needed to taste her. I needed to indulge in the warm sugar between her thighs.
I reached out and gripped her thighs, spreading them wide and letting me first feast my eyes on the sight of her swollen pink fold, tender and soaked with need.
“Oh god. Are you—” Holly whimpered and broke off, her body squirming on the bed in front of me.
“What is it?” I demanded with a low, rough voice.
Biting her lip, her eyes squeezed shut. She regretted the words that slipped out, and I wanted to know why. A few long seconds dragged out, her expecting me to just forget and continue on my path.
“I want every piece of you, Holly,” I rasped. “And I’ll wait forever to get them all.”
Her exhale made her entire body quake. Hesitant eyes peered down and met mine, resigning herself to answering me. “I just...no one has ever...”
My fingers tightened into her supple flesh, filling in the gaps of her statement. “Every inch of you deserves to be worshipped,” I bit out. “And if no one has ever done this for you, then they didn’t deserve you.”
She moaned, and I caught more desire leak from her body, calling to my mouth...and my cock.
I grunted, pressing her legs wider and letting my head drift toward their inviting center. “But I can’t say I’m upset knowing that my lips will be the first to taste your sweetness.”
“Saint—” She broke off with a strangled gasp when my mouth closed over her.
Every muscle in her body pulled taut under my fingers, forcing out a strangled cry as I began to devour her.
With a low groan, I let my tongue sample every inch of her pussy, licking through her folds, swirling around her clit, and gently teasing her entrance. All the while, I savored the warm, rich taste of her as it lingered like the sweetest honey on my tongue.
Her free hand gripped the back of my head, careful to keep my hat in place.
“You’re so sweet, Holly,” I groaned against her, dragging my