by Liz Andrews
“Do you want to know what I think?”
Molly blinked and nodded.
“I think you were scared.”
She shook her head in denial. “I’m not scared of you.”
Josh leaned forward until they were mere inches apart. Although she felt like pulling back, she’d just declared she wasn’t scared of him so she held her ground. The heat from his body was palpable and she could smell his cologne, some musky, masculine scent that made her want to drool.
“I’m glad to hear that. But I don’t think it’s me you’re scared of. I think it’s this.” He closed the gap between them, pulling her toward him. Slipping one hand around to the nape of her neck, he bent his head to capture her lips.
With a fierceness Molly never expected from him, Josh took her mouth under his, parting her lips with his tongue, and kissed her with a passion borne of need. His kiss was surprising, but entirely welcomed. Although she’d run earlier, as soon as his lips touched her own she was his.
Molly moaned softly and wound her arms around his neck and sank into his embrace. Mentally she might not have been prepared for Josh to be her Secret Santa, but physically she was more than ready to surrender her body to him. Any second now she might wake up and realize this was all a dream, so she was going to enjoy the moment to the fullest while she could.
Before she could completely lose herself in his kiss, though, Josh pulled back. Opening her eyes she stared, flushed and with bated breath, at the man before her. From the hungry look in his brown eyes, he was as aroused by their simple kiss as she was.
“Tell me, Molly mine” ‑‑ the nickname brought forth a flood of memories from their night on the phone, making everything all the more real ‑‑ “did you enjoy coming for me today?”
Did she ever. “Yes.”
“I bet you didn’t enjoy it as much as I enjoyed watching you come.”
“You…watched me?” Where had he been? Molly thought back long and hard and couldn’t recall seeing him anywhere. “From where?”
“From only a few feet away. I saw the way your body trembled as you came; I saw the way you held so tightly to the arms of the chair and bit down into your lip so you wouldn’t give yourself away.”
“You saw all that?”
“Yes, and I want to see it again.” Josh moved off the couch and knelt in front of her. “But this time” ‑‑ he grasped her legs and pulled them as far open as her skirt would allow ‑‑ “I want to see it up close and personal. Tell me, Molly mine, are you still wearing your toy?”
She’d thought about removing it after she’d come earlier, but hadn’t. Now that decision might come back to haunt her. Or be the best one she’d ever made. “Yes, I’m still…yes.”
“Good.” His hand left her knee for a moment and he pulled the remote control from his pocket. “The bad part about only watching was that I couldn’t touch. But now I can.”
He thumbed the switch, and the toy nestled against Molly’s clit buzzed to life. It was only on the lowest setting, but her body still arched at the sudden sensation. “Oh my God.”
“That’s another thing I missed earlier. I can still hear your breathy gasps from our phone call the other night. You sounded so out of control when you were coming.”
When Molly went to speak, he flicked the switch, turning the butterfly speed up another notch. Instead of the smart retort she’d planned to utter, her lips parted in a silent moan.
“Are you wet, Molly mine?” He didn’t wait for her reply, but instead slid his free hand up the inside of her thigh. She always wore thigh-high stockings instead of pantyhose. When his hand encountered the lace top he murmured, “Nice,” before moving higher. As he rubbed the cotton material of her panties, the butterfly pressed harder against her clit. She gasped and gripped at his arms. “Oh yeah, these panties are practically soaked right through. I think you like this, Molly mine.”
“I…God, yes I like it.” The vibrations were rocking her body now and she could feel her orgasm approaching. Just a little bit more and she’d be there. But it wasn’t meant to be. She rocked her hips up, trying to get that firmness she needed only to have him flick the switch to off. “Wh ‑‑”
“Not yet, Molly mine. As beautiful as you look coming, I want to taste it.”
He couldn’t possibly mean what she thought he meant could he? Although it was embarrassing to admit it, she’d never received oral sex. She wasn’t too sure if she wanted a man with his face between her legs like that. It made her feel too…vulnerable.
“I…ahh…I’ve never…”
“Shh.” He pressed her back against the cushions. “Just lie back and relax. You’re going to love it.”
That was easy for him to say.
Once he’d felt her wetness and her trembling at his brief touch, he knew he had to taste her. When she admitted she hadn’t had much experience with oral sex, it was like an obsession for him. He wanted to lap at her juices and feel her pussy contracting as he ate at her. To be the first to make her come this way.
“Please, could you lower the lights?” Molly’s pleas, although stated prettily, were going to go unheeded.
Josh shook his head. “No way. I want to see your dew, your thighs trembling, your pussy swollen and rosy.” He tugged at her panties. “Now lift up for me, Molly mine.” Pressing herself back against the couch, she lifted her hips and he swept the panties down her legs, taking the butterfly with them as she settled back onto the cushions. Pushing at her skirt, he bunched it around her waist. She was still dressed, but completely exposed to him.
The light dusting of blonde curls covering her pussy were nicely trimmed and did nothing to mar the beauty hidden there. With her legs spread wide, her lower lips were exposed and he could see the dew gathered. Nevertheless, he wanted more.
“Lift your left leg and place your foot on the couch.”
“What…why?” She blinked in confusion.
“Because I want to see you.”
“This is so embarrassing.” Her hands covered her cheeks.
He was beginning to realize she was uncomfortable with her size or worried that he might be. He’d soon relieve her of that notion, even if he had to keep her constantly naked to do it. “It doesn’t have to be. Just relax and let me take care of everything.”
“What if I can’t?”
“You can and you will.” Josh reached up to pull her hands down and sent her a level look. “Trust me.”
“I…I do.” Molly slowly raised her leg and did as he’d bid.
“Hmm, Molly mine, this is one fine feast I see before me. I’m going to enjoy it.” He ran a finger through her crease and she jerked her hips in response. Her reactions were so instantaneous, so honest, he wanted to see more. “You’re sensitive here, aren’t you?” He traced the edge of her pussy lips until he reached her clit, gently raking his fingernail over the tight bud.
“Oh God, yes, yes.” Her voice, although urgent, was a hushed whisper.
Unable to wait any longer, he bent his head and gave her a long, slow lick. Molly squirmed and moaned as he continued to taste her. Moving toward her clit, he flicked the tip of his tongue up and down across it several times, then dipped back to taste her juices. He began to lick in earnest, slowly up and down at first before increasing his speed.
He slid a finger through her slickness as his tongue continued to tease her clit. Working the digit inside, he curved it around to stroke the top of her pussy. He knew when he’d found that special spot when her hips literally lifted from the couch and she moaned his name.
Josh moved his lips away from her sweet nectar. “That’s right, Molly mine. I’m the one doing this to you, making you feel this way. Just remember that.”
As he flicked his tongue over her clit, he added a second and then third finger, penetrating the slick walls of her pussy. He began to fuck her, sliding them in and out, all the while nibbling at her tender clit.
“Josh, don’t stop, please, don’t stop.”
A
s if I could. No, he wanted to watch her come apart in his arms before he sank himself balls deep inside her.
Sliding his lips around her clit, he sucked hard as his fingers sped up their rhythm. Her hands grasped at his head and entwined in his hair. It was all the encouragement he needed. He sucked harder and returned to that special spot deep inside, rubbing until she was squirming beneath him. As he moved faster, she moaned louder, writhing back and forth.
She whimpered as he pulled his hand from the slick walls of her pussy, but he didn’t leave her wanting for long. Grabbing her ass with both hands for support, he kept his mouth glued to her clit.
“Oh fuck, ooooo, I’m…I’m going to come.”
He chuckled to himself at her cursing and redoubled his efforts. With a harsh groan, she thrust her hips toward him and squeezed his face between her thighs as her body contracted and the orgasm swept over her. She trembled as he thrust his tongue deep into her pussy to lap at her copious juices and continued to shudder with aftershocks as he licked.
When her legs finally relaxed, he lifted his head and stared at Molly. She lay supine, head lolling back against the couch, a soft smile on her face. Although she might be relaxed now, he had a lot more plans for her. Later, when they had more time and weren’t doing this in secret in his office while a party was being held only a few feet away, he would have the time to do what he wanted. To strip her bare and explore every inch of her delectable body. He wanted to prove to her just how beautiful he saw her. But for now, he needed to be inside her.
Josh rose to his feet and immediately began to unbuckle his belt.
“No,” Molly said softly. “Let me.”
Her husky voice had his erection aching to be set free, but he would never deny such a lovely lady her pleasure. “Of course.”
When she sat up, he stepped forward, putting his waist in reach. She fumbled for a moment with his buckle, her nervousness evident. Only after she had unfastened his pants and tried to delve her sweet little hands inside did he step away. “No, baby, if you touch me I won’t last long.”
She nodded and sat back, her legs slightly spread. He wished he had a camera to capture her at this moment: her hair mussed, lipstick gone, eyes shining with eager anticipation, and thighs open for him. Thankfully, he’d been prepared for this eventuality. He stepped out of his shoes, then pulled out the condom he’d stashed in his pants pocket and shoved the foil package between his lips. Acting quickly, he pushed the pants along with his briefs to the floor. Kicking his garments away, he sheathed himself, then knelt on the couch between her legs.
With his cock in hand, he spread the lips of her pussy, stroking her seam and bumping against her clit with the head. She whimpered and moaned, tilting her hips toward him in an open invitation.
“Are you ready, Molly mine? Is this what you want?” He wanted to hear her say it. To know she wanted this as much as he did.
“Yes, please Josh. I need ‑‑” Her words ended on a gasp as he plunged inside. He pulled back, inching out slowly as he felt the walls of her pussy gripping him tight. “No, don’t leave me.” Her arms grasped at him.
“Don’t worry, Molly mine, I’ll give you everything you need.” Josh proceeded to do just that. Bracing a hand on the arm of the couch, he powered forward and sank himself into her velvet depths. “Wrap your legs around me, baby.”
She adjusted herself accordingly, digging her heels into his ass. He ignored the pain and sank impossibly deeper inside her. She was heaven, all he’d imagined and more.
Again and again he thrust into her welcoming heat, fucking her hard without pause. She met his every stroke with open abandon.
“Josh, Josh, Josh.” She chanted his name as he thrust into her.
“Take me. Take every inch of me.” He wanted to imprint this event onto her very soul. She was finally beneath him and he never wanted it to end.
“Yes, oh God, yes.”
He leaned forward to take her mouth in a bruising kiss. She returned his fervor, thrusting her tongue inside his mouth to duel with his. He pulled back to stare down into her desire-filled eyes.
“Fuck me, Josh. Make me yours.”
Her begging proved to be his undoing. His powerful strokes were relentless as he filled her, driving them both to the brink. He could feel her body begin to tremble beneath him and knew she was close.
Sliding his hand between them, he found her clit and rubbed hard, pushing her toward her climax. Her body clenched as the orgasm swept through her and she bucked up against him as she rode it through.
“More, Molly mine, give me more.” Josh continued to ride her, not allowing her to rest for one moment. He fought off his own orgasm and powered into her over and over until he thought his muscles would burst from the exertion. She gasped and dug her nails into his arms, her body responding to his once more.
“Oh God, I’m coming. I’m coming again.” Her voice held a hint of breathless amazement.
“Come for me. Now!” Her body rippled around his cock as she did just that. Her mouth opened and Josh bent his head to capture her lips and cut off the scream he was sure was forthcoming. Josh pressed forward one last time, thrusting deep and climaxing hard. She was his now and he wasn’t ever letting her go.
He collapsed over her for a brief moment, both of them breathing harshly. Then, pulling back, he reluctantly disengaged himself from her. As Molly lay on the couch, he disposed of the condom and grabbed some tissues to clean them both. She roused as soon as he touched her tender flesh.
“Oh, you don’t have to ‑‑”
“I want to.” Once he was finished, he stood and tossed the tissues in the trash. By the time he came back to the couch, Molly was standing and straightening herself.
“Do you think anyone noticed we were gone?”
“I’m not sure.” Josh bent down and grabbed her panties off the floor. “But ask me the big one.”
“What’s that?”
“Do I care?”
“Josh.” Her eyebrows shot up in surprise.
“I’m not trying to keep us or what we have together a secret, Molly.”
“I know.” She smiled softly as she took her underclothing from his hand. “I’m not either.”
“Good,” he said, with a firm nod of his head. That’s exactly what he wanted to hear. “Come home with me tonight.”
“Tonight? But it’s Christmas Eve.”
“Did you have plans with your family?”
“No, we spent Thanksgiving together. They’ll be visiting my sister and her family out of town for Christmas.”
“You weren’t going too?”
She shook her head. “No money for the flight.”
“So…” he teased. “Don’t you want to see what Santa left you under my tree?”
“Santa left me another gift?” Her lips twitched with the beginnings of a smile.
“Maybe. I guess it depends if you’ve been naughty or nice.”
“I definitely think this would put me at the top of the naughty list.”
“Which is why you’re my type of girl.” Pulling her into his arms he tilted her chin up. “So what do you say?”
“I say, let’s go.”
“Wonderful.” He had plans for their weekend and couldn’t wait to get started.
Sexy Secret Santa
Chapter Six
With a contented sigh, Molly opened her eyes and glanced around. From the very masculine-looking room and the tender-yet-delicious ache between her legs, she could surmise that last night had not been a dream. Wow! Merry Christmas to her.
Very carefully, she rolled over onto her side and stared at the sleeping man snoring softly beside her. What in the world did she do that was so right it warranted her getting exactly what she wanted from Saint Nick this year? She certainly had caught onto the Christmas spirit in a big way.
Last night Josh had followed her back to her apartment so she could pack a bag, insisting she include her new gifts as well. A flush began to cover her body
as she thought about what he planned to do with the toys. So far he’d proved to be very creative in his lovemaking. In the past, the few partners she had weren’t very imaginative. In fact, both had been downright boring in the bedroom.
After he pleasured her so thoroughly last night she wanted to return the favor. Besides, she had the urge to try something she’d not had much experience with before. Sitting up, she eased the sheet down his body and over his hips, exposing the object of her pleasure. His cock, even in respite, was formidable in the light of day.
Molly reached out with a finger to trace the vein that ran the length. The heat and power radiating from him was tremendous. And growing. Just from her one touch his cock was already reacting. She wrapped her hand around him, noticing the ever-changing thickness and length. Her thumb rubbed over the crown. It felt like hard steel covered in silken velvet.
The need to taste him, to take him in her mouth, was spiraling in her belly and making her wet with just the thought. Anticipation had her licking her lips. Leaning down, she flicked her tongue over the head, licking at the moisture that was beginning to gather there. It was a little salty, but not unpleasant at all.
Being able to lick and taste him was good. In fact, she actually enjoyed it, but she had a sudden desire to do a little more experimenting. Molly couldn’t help thinking taking him deep within her mouth would be so much better. Of course this was one thing she’d never been that good at. The first time she tried it, the guy had shoved his cock down her throat instead of letting her take things slow. Rather than receiving a blowjob, he went home with teeth marks and never called her again.
Josh was thankfully asleep though so she could experiment a little at her own pace. Taking a deep breath, Molly opened wide and engulfed the head of his cock. It took a moment for her to relax her jaw and get used to the sensation, but she realized it wasn’t as bad as she’d feared or remembered. She sucked experimentally for a few seconds, until she heard a rumbling groan from his chest.
She glanced up to see him staring down at her, desire flashing in his eyes. “Don’t stop, Molly mine, whatever you do, just don’t stop.”
