Holly, Jolly, and Oh So Naughty (Festive Flames)
Holly, Jolly, and Oh So Naughty: Chapter 22

“Is it really so hard to believe?” I say, looking deep into her eyes. “You turn me on with just a touch, Lily. I can’t describe how utterly enamored I am with you, but please believe me, the power you have over me needs to be studied.”

Lily laughs, a delightful sound that sends my heart racing. I want to pick her up, throw her down onto the couch, and ravish her but when I try, Lily whines in complaint.

She wants to remain on top.

I can work with that.

As we kiss lazily, I slide one hand under her dress and seek out her panties, only to replace that she isn’t wearing any. My hand pauses against the heat of her pussy and I break the kiss.

“Madam, where did your underwear go?”

Lily smirks at me, caressing my cheek with the backs of her fingers. “I think I lost them when I was upstairs.”

“You poor thing,” I murmur, sliding two fingers through her silken heat. “I’ll take care of you.”

Lily’s head tips back and she rocks upward, giving me space to slide my hand underneath her. When she rocks back down, I slide two fingers deep inside her and she moans softly. Her hands drop to my shoulders, and she starts to rock repeatedly on my fingers. I meet her thrusts with twists of my thumb across her clit.

My free hand slides across her shoulder, and I cup her neck, guiding her in for another kiss. Our tongues weave and dance together. I bite her lower lip and then break the kiss to lavish attention down her throat. Her pulse flutters against my tongue as I kiss her neck, whispering sweet praise against her hot skin, all the while gently fucking her with my fingers.

Lily comes with a gentle cry that she muffles by dipping her head forward and burying against my shoulder. I cradle her through each tremble of pleasure, but I don’t stop there.

As soon as she takes a breath, we work together to free my cock from my pants, and Lily takes the lead once more. She positions herself over my cock, then sinks down with a long, low moan.

“Oh, shit,” she gasps. “Still as huge as ever.”

“It’s not been that long since the last time.” I laugh softly. “I didn’t shrink.”

“Imagine.” Lily giggles, moaning again. “Oh, fuck, that’s it.” She doesn’t rest until she’s fully seated and her fingers dig sharply into my shoulders.

“Comfy?” I tease, then I gasp and jerk forward and Lily clenches her muscles down around my cock.

“Very,” she whimpers. “You?”

“Heaven.”

Grasping a handful of her hair, I drag her down for a kiss and she starts to move. Lily lifts herself up slowly, then lets her weight drop her back down with a whimper. I kiss her deeply, then return to her neck and kiss down to the valley of her breasts. As she rises and falls against me, I pull her dress down to expose her gorgeous breasts and take each in hand.

“Yes,” Lily moans, throwing her head back. “Just like that… right there!”

Teasing one nipple with one hand, I take her other breast into my mouth and use my tongue and teeth to worship her. One arm winds around her waist to keep her close to me and provide stability while she bounces, and it’s growing harder and harder to keep my pleasure at bay.

Just like last time, everything about Lily drives me to the edge faster than I’d like. I want to spend every second with her, exploring and experiencing her, but my cock has other ideas. Every single one of her moans is like music to my ears. Her pussy grips me so tightly, it’s hard to believe we weren’t crafted for one another, and each time she scratches her nails down my shoulders, it’s like pure liquid pleasure straight to my core.

“Lily,” I gasp, letting my head fall back against the couch.

“Mmm?” She tosses her head, letting her hair drape over one shoulder like a curtain. When she leans over to kiss me, it tickles my bare shoulder and I shudder.

“You’re amazing.”

“I know,” Lily purrs. She braces her hands against my chest and then, suddenly, it’s like I don’t matter.

Lily falls into her own world, this picture of beauty rocking her head back and forth as she works herself up and down my cock. I’m here for her pleasure, and only her pleasure.

I dig it.

I keep my hands on her hips for balance, but she doesn’t need it. Lily is in control until the moment she reaches the cusp of her pleasure, and when she comes, her entire face lights up like stars have descended.

Her whimpers and gasps wash over me as my own orgasm crests, and I spill myself deep inside her with a grunt. Lily’s head finally falls forward, and forehead to forehead, she pants against me with a grin.

“Wow,” she croaks.

“I’m not done,” I say. Now that she’s trembling and limp from her second orgasm, I switch our positions and continue to fuck her for a few more thrusts until I soften. Then I slip free and disappear down between her thighs to pleasure her to her next orgasm.

By the time she comes, Lily is a gasping, trembling mess who can barely keep a grip on my hair. She lazily pats my cheek, gasping and moaning into my mouth as we lazily kiss and the last trickles of pleasure sink into her bones.

“Best date ever,” Lily whispers, suckling on my lower lip as the kiss breaks. “You wanna stay the night?”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

We stay there, tangled together, until the early morning hours. Once sensation returns to our legs, Lily leads me upstairs and we share an intimate shower together. I wash her hair and she washes my body, and then we hold one another under the pouring hot spray.

Tomorrow. We will talk tomorrow.

When Lily pulls me into her bed and cuddles up to me, nothing else in the world matters. This is where I want to be.

Where I should have been these past seven years.

Such wasted time that I will do anything to make up for it.

Sleep takes me, and I tumble into warm dreams full of Lily and contentment until a strange banging wakes me. I jolt awake, replaceing the bed empty and the air around me cold.

“Lily?” I call, squinting at the clock. It’s just after eight in the morning. Sliding from the bed, I dress quickly because I don’t want Emma to see me in any kind of state of undress, then I slip from the room.

Something clatters in the kitchen, and I head down to investigate but halfway there, a familiar voice drifts to meet me with words that turn me to stone.

“You harlot! You know he’s engaged, don’t you?”