Bet on a Mistletoe (9 page)

     
“What
are you…” her words faded away and her hips reared up from the couch.

     
Sucking
and tasting her pussy, he finger-fucked her ass as she came hard and fast into
his mouth.

     
Elated
he consumed her essence until her body settled to an occasional quiver.

     
Placing
calming kisses up her stomach, he took each pouty nipple into his mouth before
continuing up her body. A light kiss to her chin he looked at her.

     
“Are you
okay, sugarplum?”

     
Okay?
She’d never be okay or the same again. “I think we made good on the bet, now.”

     
His
chuckle was a heavy rumble against her stomach. “Good then that means the rest
of this is just for us.” He kissed her and she tasted her own juices.

     
Lifting
her, he moved her body along the length of the couch and settled down on top of
her.

     
Fidgeting
between them he pushed his pants over his hips.

     
“What
about Max?”

     
“As you
noticed, he’s too obedient to move. Besides, once he’s sleeping before the fire
he’s dead to the world.” Lying between her thighs he rubbed the tip of his
penis against her sex,
then
placed it at her opening.

     
Holding
his broad shoulders, she asked, “Don’t you think we need a condom?”

     
His
cerulean blues stared at her, “Lorna, I’ve never had sex with anyone
unprotected since I started at fifteen. I’ve imagined for years what it would
feel like being inside of you. Now that the moment is finally here, I
’ll be damn if there’ll
be anything between us. I’m clean,
are you?”

     
“Clean.
One serious relationship in college.
Some dates in
D.C. that amounted into nothing,” she confirmed.

     
Pressing
forward, the broad head of his cock entered her. The air caught in her throat.
For a moment her mind became jumbled. All she wanted to do was to call out and
ask Richard to fuck her.

     
When he
halted his movement with just his tip in, she took a breath. “What about birth
control?”

     
He was
silent,
then
said, “Are you on any?”

     
She
shook her head.

     
Brushing
her hair off her forehead, he stared at her. “If you got pregnant I’d take care
of you.” He started kissing her again, as he pressed in further.

     
Wrapping
her legs around his hips, she thrust herself forward and forced him deeper
inside of her.

     
“Lorna,
I’ve wanted you for so long, I can’t hold back. I promise the next time will be
slower.”

     
Burying
her hands in his hair, she said, “Don’t hold back.”

     
“Music to my ears.”
He plunged inside, forcing her walls to
except him.

     
Her
back arched off the cushions and she seized her bottom lip to muffle her scream
at the slight pain caused by his depth.

     
“You
feel like heaven.” He continued to move.
“Tight fucking
paradise.”

     
“Harder,”
she called out.

     
With a
groan, he began to slam into her. Lorna loved every forceful thrust. She felt
whole and one with Richard in a way no other man had touched her soul.

     
Burying
his face in her neck, his body began to quake. Slipping his hand between them,
he played her clit, an instrument of pleasure.

     
Heat
coiled in her stomach, her body began to shake. Richard sealed his mouth to
hers as they both erupted into ecstasy’s embrace.

     
She
enjoyed lying in his arms until her heart resumed a steady beat.

     
“Are
you okay, sweetie?” he whispered.

     
“I’m
fine.” Her emotions were toppling all over the place inside of her. She already
had strong feelings for him before tonight, now they tripled.

     
“How
about we move this to a more comfortable setting?” Rising, he removed his pants
and pulled her into his arms.

     
She
caught a glimpse of his body, muscles sinew and bulging with strength. There
wasn’t an area on his body she missed, especially the thick muscle hanging
between his legs. Long and wide, it gave her chills just recalling the full
length pumping inside of her.

     
“Do you
like what you see, baby?” The seductive timber in his voice made heat curl
between her legs.

     
“I like
it all very much.” She leaned toward his firm lips and kissed him.

     
The
kiss blossomed into touching and stroking, the heat level between them capsized
into erotic fusion.

     
One second
she was being scoped off her feet and the next second, cool sheets were
caressing her skin in his bed. They didn’t stop kissing or touching until her
legs
were
over Richard’s shoulders and he was making
love to her again.

     
She
didn’t know how she’d ever made it through her life without Richard in it,
inside of her. Soon her mind went blank as her world spiraled out of control
and she came, joined by the man who had stolen her heart.

     
Richard
was having the best dream of his life. He fantasized he’d made love to Lorna
all night long, the vision was so strong he could still recall the feeling of
the walls of her pussy squeezing him into ecstasy. His imagination continued to
improve as he began to conjure up her lips surrounding his cock. Suckling him
like a sugarplum.

     
His own
groaning was audible, he slowly opened his eyes. It was barely light in the
room. The sensation of Lorna pleasing him orally didn’t go away. Glancing down
his body he beheld a vision of loveliness.

     
It was
no dream. The woman he’d fallen for years ago truly tasted to him like her
favorite treat. His dreams had become reality in a beautiful way.

     
“Good
morning, sleepy head.”

     
Yes
it was.
“Morning, gorgeous.”

     
“I
thought I’d return the favor.”

     
“Be my
guest.” Reaching down, he pushed her curls away from her face and stroked her
cheek.

     
She
winked at him and continued.

     
He
closed his eyes and enjoyed. Her soft hand moved up and down his cock,
squeezing and pumping his erection as her mouth drew on him and sucked him
deep. His head repeatedly brushed the back of her throat.

     
When
her delicious torture had him hovering on the brink of completion, he said,
“Come here, sugarplum.”

     
Giving
his dick one final lick, she crawled up his body. When she was positioned
perfectly above his erection, he drove into her.

     
The
sight of Lorna riding him in the dawn of Christmas morning captured his heart
for eternity.

     
“Marry
me.”

     
“What?”
Tilting her head forward, she opened her eyes. She blinked a few times trying
to clear away the lusty fog from her gaze.

     
Holding
her hips firmly, he continued to pump into her tight sheath. “Marry me,” he
growled. His balls were taut between his legs with the need to climax.

     
Placing
her hands on his chest, Lorna attempted to halt their lovemaking. He wouldn’t
allow her to stop them, rotating his hips he aimed for the pleasant spot inside
of her.

     
The
melodic sound coming out of her mouth as she threw her head back and ground
against him, let him know he’d stroked the spot right. Slowing his thrust downward,
he made his request again, “Marry me, Lorna.”

     
“Richard,
I…can’t…think,” she whimpered.

     
“I
don’t want you to think, baby, I want you to feel.” Lifting his hips, he pushed
to the hilt. “I love you and I’m not going to let you leave me again.”

     
“Stop,
Richard, please.”

     
Hearing
the plea in her voice, he ceased his movements.

     
“Are
you serious?” Her brown eyes roamed around his face.

     
“Yes.
Nine years ago you left and I didn’t think I’d ever have a moment to tell you
how I feel. I’m not going to let that happen again.”

     
She
tried to rise.

     
He held
her in place.

     
“I
don’t have anything to offer you.” There was water in her gaze. “I have no
money. No job. No place to live that’s mine. I can’t cook.”

     
“Your
heart, Lorna, that’s all I want.” Rising up, he kissed her. “Besides I am in
serious need of an accountant and bookkeeper.”

     
Tears
rolled out of her eyes, as she laughed. “You want to use me for my skills.”

     
Rotating
his hips, he moved his cock inside of her. “All of your skills.” His hands moved
around her hips and up her back. “I don’t want you to hate living in Carlton
County. Then blame me for keeping you here. If you decide you don’t want to be
here I will sell the restaurant to my aunt and cousins and move where ever you
desire.”

     
Flinging
herself against his chest, she hugged him and rained kisses over his face. “I
love you, Richard. I’ve loved you even before you kissed my flip-flops off
against that tree.”

     
“So, is
that a yes?”

     
“Yes!
Yes! Yes!” Her eyes went round. “It’s Christmas and I have to get home.” She
made a move to get up.

     
“The
hell you will. Neither one of us are going anywhere until we finish what we
started,” he grumbled.

     
“Oh,”
she smiled. Leaning into him, she swiveled her hips and lowered herself along
his cock.

     
“First
things first, I guess.”

     
“You
better believe it.”