Holly Dreams by Carly Keene

Author:Carly Keene [Keene, Carly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-12-03T18:30:00+00:00

7

Would You Like Whipped Cream on That?

Adam

Making Holly mine for the first time tonight was exactly as good as I’d imagined it would be with my forever girl. No, it was better.

It was perfect, the way she kissed me. The way she lay there on my bed, those beautiful round tits pointing straight at me, and later jiggling with every stroke. The way her panties were already damp, showing me how much she wanted me. The way she clung and moaned and moved under me, the way she climaxed. Mine, mineminemine.

We talked after the fabulous sex, telling each other about our pasts and our hoped-for futures. I’m pretty sure I conked out before she did, but I wake before she does, too.

It’s just after midnight, and chilly in the bedroom. I have to get up, though. I slide my arm out from under my girl, and grit my teeth to face the cold before slipping down the hall to the bathroom. I leave the light on, in case she needs it later, and pad back to the bedroom on icy feet.

I pull the covers back a little, and she moves. “Ugh! It’s cold!” I see her head lift from the pillows in the dark. “Get in here, Adam, and stop freezing me to death.”

I cuddle her up, taking care not to freeze her with my feet. “Sorry. Needed the can.”

“I’m really cold,” she says, pleading. “Can I have some more hot chocolate? And maybe some socks?”

I can’t say no. Five minutes later, we’re downstairs in the kitchen while I boil water for warm cocoa. She’s wearing my thickest wool socks, and my flannel robe. I have on pajama pants and an ancient sweatshirt, and my second-thickest socks, and we’re warming each other up with body heat. Kisses stoking the fire, too.

Only the scream of the teakettle could make me pause kissing my queen, but she wants more hot chocolate. I pour the mugs half full and stir in the powdered mix, adding a little milk to cool the hot chocolate to drinking temperature. As I’m putting the milk back in the fridge, I see the spray can of whipped cream, and I grab it.

“Whipped cream?”

“Ooh, yes please.” She dives right into the mug, plastering fluffy white all over her top lip. “That’s so good! That’s better than the diner. Almost as good as homemade.” Her lips curve into a small, secretive smile, and she gives me a flirty look through her lashes. “It’s almost as good as having sex with you.”

I leaned back and look at her, austerely. “Really.”

She laughs out loud. “No. Not even close. What’s in this mug is both hot and delicious, but it’s nowhere near as hot and delicious as fucking you.”

The sound of those words in her voice wakes my dick up again. I gulp the rest of my hot chocolate and pick up the can of whipped cream. “I think we should have dessert.”

“Dessert? We had pie at the—oh. You mean—”

I wave the can in the air.

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