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As usual, she’d blown him away at the dinner, and he had, indeed, fallen for her even harder. Maybe it was a foregone conclusion in his life that he was destined to love a woman who hated sex. Starting toward the living room, he let out a sigh.
Why me
?

When he walked through the doorway, Elvis’ bluesy, sexy “Merry Christmas, Baby” played low on the stereo, and the room was aglow with candles and the tiny colored lights of the Christmas tree, as well as the low flames burning in the fireplace.

He didn’t see Emily—at first.

But when he did, he swallowed. Hard.

What the hell?

She lay stretched provocatively before the decorated tree, amid the gifts, legs slightly bent, back arched, propped on her elbows. Her hands cupped fur-lined breasts, the nipples beaded and shadowy in the dim lighting.
Jesus
. He went hard in an instant.

A big red bow was wrapped around her bared tummy, and her eyes shone on him—Holy Mother of God—with wild intent. He stood before her numb, speechless.

“Do you like your present?” she asked, her voice silky, sensuous—new.

He still couldn’t find any words, so simply swallowed again as he nodded.

“Good. Because this is only the beginning.”

“Unh,” he eloquently managed to reply. His whole body had gone rigid with arousal, but his jaw had dropped and he seemed unable to raise it back up.

Keeping her suddenly sexy eyes on his, she eased both hands up through the fur on her bra to gently tweak the beautifully erect peaks of her breasts. He felt her sensual 47

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moves in his cock, yet still wondered just what the hell was going on, what had happened to her. He almost wondered if he was having another dirty dream.

She smoothed her palms over the lovely curves of her velvet-bound breasts and onto her pale torso, where she used her middle finger and thumb to slowly, gracefully pull at the ribbon tied around her waist. He watched, amazed, dumbfounded, as the thick red ribbon gently fell away, giving him the sense that the simple gesture somehow
opened
her to him.

That’s when he forgot to keep wondering what was going on and stepped toward her, his feet moving on pure instinct, his body ready to have his way with her—and to hope this was real.

“Stop,” she said then, gentle but firm.

He did, but the command caught him off guard.

“Sit.” She pointed to the sofa.

“Why?” The first word he’d managed to utter since walking into the room.

She bit her lip, looked slightly pensive for half a second, but then turned all the way sexy again. “I have more to give you, baby. More of
me
.”

Once again, Simon swallowed. Emily had always been a beautiful woman, but when—
how
—had she gotten so fucking
hot
? “All right,” he said lightly, then did as she instructed, wondering what on earth awaited him.

He watched as she rolled smoothly up onto her knees, then began to crawl in long, sensual strides toward a small ottoman in front of an easy chair situated across from him. The long lines of her legs as she moved so sleekly, the curve of her back, the plump roundness of her breasts, all served to tighten his cock within his pants that much more, and it was all he could do not to bound across the coffee table and ravish her—but he stayed in place, still in wonderment over her gift to him.

She moved lithely up onto the ottoman, facing him, her eyes filled with…he could only read it as the deepest passion he’d ever witnessed from her. It wasn’t just about 48

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this
, about
sex
. He thought it was about
sex
and
him
and
her
and every moment they’d ever shared together, good and bad.

Then she parted her legs.

He drew in his breath at the erotic vision she made. But only when she reached down, lifting her little skirt to reveal nothing underneath—nothing but the smooth flesh of her shockingly denuded pussy and the pink folds at its center—did a low groan escape him.

“Do you want me to touch myself for you, Simon?”

He nearly fainted. Jesus Christ. “God, yes,” he managed on a ragged breath.

Sliding her tongue sensually across her upper lip, and looking coquettish as hell, she reached one long, tapered middle finger down into her glistening cunt. As she raked her fingertip upward through the valley of pink, they both sighed. He’d never seen a more arousing sight in his life.

“More,” he whispered without planning it. That’s what he wanted, needed, with his whole soul in that moment.
More
.

Emily complied with his request, her body on fire. She was
doing
this, really doing it, and Simon appeared just as riveted as Dawn had promised he would be. Reaching down, she stroked through her moist flesh for him again and again—each pass drawing another hot sigh or moan from her man even as her own arousal grew.

Having his eyes on her while she did this was more powerful than she’d even imagined. That first stroke had been hard—truly letting go of her lifelong fears about sex was complicated—but now, it was becoming easier, slowly easier, with each swipe of her finger through her moist slit.

Glancing down, she saw how open she was, how excited and ready, and she was reminded of the raw, blatant view she was giving her man. A last ounce of that awful, hideous sense of shame bit at her—but then she forced it away.
This is okay
.
More
than
okay
.
This is good
.
Pleasuring yourself while you pleasure your lover
.
This is
…
pretty freaking
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amazing
,
in fact
. And then the shame was gone, and she was free. Free to be the woman she wanted to be for Simon.

“You’re so hot, my sugarplum girl,” Simon cooed to her, his lids heavy now, eyes shaded with desire.

“Do you like this? Like watching me rub my pussy for you?” Her voice came breathy, because it was another step, and felt huge, but she wanted it, wanted to arouse him with her words as much as with her body.

Simon actually looked weak with passion. “Oh my God, baby,
yes
. Rub it for me.

Rub your beautiful cunt for me.”

She sucked in her breath, more aroused than bothered by the word. Which made a soft smile steal over her face. And gave her even more courage—the courage to follow a whim.

Sensually biting her lip, she reached to a nearby table where a decorative snowman mug held a handful of red-and-white-striped candy canes. She snatched one out, grabbing on to the curve at the end, and slid the length of it slowly through her lips, one side to the other, the taste of the peppermint on her tongue somehow arousing her even more. Then she slowly eased the stick of candy down, down into the folds of her pussy, using it like a finger, surprised when something in the mint made her tingle even more than she already was.

“Aw…” Simon moaned, his mouth going slack at the sight.

Emily rolled the peppermint cane slowly across her parted flesh while he watched—before beginning to slide it up and down.

“Oh, baby, that’s so fucking hot.”

She licked her upper lip, fully into it now, pleasing herself, pleasing Simon. And then she followed another wild whim, letting the tip of the candy cane sink lower, lower, until she held it poised at the opening of her passage. Simon’s gaze was glued to her cunt. She eased the length of the candy inside.

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Simon’s moan cut through the low music that still played, fueling her pleasure, and she followed the instinct to move the thin stick of candy in and out, in and out, pushing it all the way to the crook of the cane, then easing it slowly back for Simon’s hungry eyes. She was fucking herself with a
candy cane
. She couldn’t quite believe it, but she was fucking herself with a candy cane—and it was good.

So
good—the audacity of it, the raw sex of it, the heat that shone in Simon’s expression—that she didn’t fight the urge to reach her free hand down, using the first two fingers to caress lazy circles over her clit. Mmm, it was swollen now, sensitive and hot—it felt huge beneath her fingers. She moaned in response as the pleasure stretched through her, magnified and multiplied by the motions of the candy cane below and by Simon’s rapt attention.

“Make yourself come for me, baby,” Simon demanded. And for the first time in her life, she relished a sexual command, feeling the heat of it, the desire it sent spreading through both of them.

She rubbed her clit harder, the circles her fingers made growing faster and more intense, matching the rhythm of the stick of candy she thrust in herself below. “
Mmm
,”

she sighed, her pleasure rising, rising.

“Oh yeah, baby. Get yourself off for me. Be my naughty girl.” Simon’s voice was a low rasp.

Which made her rub herself even harder, quicker. “Mmm, yes,” she heard herself purr. “
Yesss
.” So close, so close.
Get there
,
get there
,
come for him
.

And just when she began to worry that her fears might come true, that she might not be able to make herself climax—she reached that glorious threshold, that few seconds where she knew she was safe, the orgasm was coming, a heartbeat away.

And then it washed through her,
hard
,
hard
,
hard
, in waves of jolting heat that made her clench her teeth and cry out—again, again.

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When the waves settled and she came back to herself, she was acutely aware that she was sitting before Simon with a candy cane in her vagina and her fingers wet with her own juices. Now that she’d come, would this all still seem okay?

She met his eyes, wondering if her fear showed as she waited—for his reaction, and for
hers
.

“You,” he began, almost seeming at a loss for words, “are
so
fucking incredible.”

Her chest heaved slightly with her renewed nervousness. “I am?”

He tilted his head, looking as if she were crazy to ask. “Oh,
baby
,” he said. “Come to me. Come to me and let me
show
you how incredible you are.”

And that’s when Emily knew. It was still all right. She was still excited, even after the orgasm had faded. And she was going to go to him, all right. Only…

“No,” she said softly, getting to her feet, clutching the freshly extracted candy cane in her hand even as she rounded the coffee table. “There’s still more
I
want to show
you
, give
you
. More of my gift to you.”

She saw more than heard his sigh as she abandoned the candy on the table, then dropped to her knees between his legs, firmly parting them.

She gazed up at his handsome face. “I want to take you to heaven, Simon.” Then she ran the flat of her palm up over the stiff erection making a clear tent in his pants, for the first time
fully
enjoying how hard he was, how big, and that it was all for her. She wanted it.

She wasted no time undoing the drawstring of his pants, pulling them loose, then pulling them down, along with his white boxer briefs. And—
oh
! Talk about
incredible
.

He
was incredible. She’d never felt such a response to seeing his big, beautiful cock before, but now the mere vision of it ricocheted all through her.

Pulling in her breath, she leaned low, near enough to kiss it, then gazed up at him.

His voice sounded a little choked. “Baby, are you gonna…? Finally?”

“Yes,” she whispered, then licked a long path from the base of his shaft to the tip.

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He shuddered, and she loved it—but loved even more knowing that she was going to give him what he’d waited for so long. Although she felt the need to say, “I may not be any good at it.”

He let out a cynical laugh, as if she were nuts, and his eyes looked glassy as he peered down at her. “You
can
’
t
be bad at it, honey. It’s not possible. You’re going to be
perfect
.”

The words echoed through her, giving her the courage she needed, and God knew that the
desire
was suddenly there, suddenly urging her to go down on him, so she didn’t hesitate any longer. Taking his cock firmly in her grasp, she swirled her tongue sensually around the head, licking away the moisture there, then she lowered her mouth over him.

Her first thought was—
how do people do this
? It felt immeasurably
huge
filling her mouth. But her second, more pleasant thought was—
oh God
,
I like it
.

She liked the hot, thready moans that wafted down over her, she liked the feel of such immense hardness on her tongue, her lips, the inner walls of her mouth. She liked the power she felt there—the power in his cock, and the power
she
held by pleasuring it.

She liked the way his large fingers threaded through her hair, holding it back—just as Dawn had promised. She liked feeling his eyes on her, just as she had when she’d been touching herself for him.

And as she slowly began to experiment, to move up and down, she grew more bold, took him deeper, moved on him more rhythmically—and finally she gained the courage to look up into his eyes.

She’d never seen Simon so fraught with emotion as he said, “See, my sugarplum?

Perfect. So fucking perfect.”

And she hated that she’d made him wait so long for this, and she hated that she’d wasted so much time not enjoying his large, perfect shaft this way herself.

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But then, just as she was sinking more fully into her work, eyes shut, sliding her lips sensually up and down his smooth, steely length, he cupped her face in his hands and eased her mouth upward. “Stop, baby.”

She was stunned, and her mouth felt pleasantly stretched as she raised her eyes to his.

“It’s too good,” he told her, voice trembling. “I don’t want to come yet. And if you keep it up…”