Peppermint Wishes: A Christmas Love Story by D.L. Darby

Author:D.L. Darby [Darby, D.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: D.L. Darby
Published: 2023-11-09T16:00:00+00:00

After we dress, we bring what’s left of the food to the living room and lay it out on the floor in front of the fireplace, picnic style. Neither of us bothering to get cleaned up, the promise of getting dirty again hanging in the air between us as we eat.

Taking a bite of his prized yams, I let out a moan and shake my head. “Okay, I totally understand why you didn’t want to ruin these. I don’t know how I’m going to live without yams like this from here on out.”

Stretching out on the plush rug sans cardigan, Jonathan bunches up my camisole as he lays hot, open-mouthed kisses along my stomach, moving south. Chuckling, he reaches up and pulls the spoon from my mouth, and tosses it aside in the half-empty yam dish.

Continuing his journey, he pulls my shorts down, and I lift my hips to help him. Trailing kisses down my legs, he pulls off each fuzzy sock before hitching each one over his shoulders as he settles on his forearms. His hands loop around my thighs to pull them apart, and I look down at him as I run my hand through his hair.

It’s easy now, the way we are with each other. Throughout the night, we’ve settled into this comfortable routine of eating, then engaging in sexual acts, and then eating some more. There hasn’t been any more mood-switching for Jonathan. In fact, if I didn’t know he was so moody before, I would never have believed that the man that’s currently feasting between my thighs even has a moody side to him.

My legs fall open farther, hand tightening in his hair, as he starts to suck like he’s trying to get a thick milkshake through a straw. I’ve never understood why men lick at you when they go down on you. It’s all about the clit. At least, it is for me. All that other time is wasted. I don’t need to be fucked with a tongue or have my lady lips played with. Just find that little golden buzzer and make it rain shiny confetti.

Jonathan knows exactly what I need without me even having to say anything, and for a moment, I think I’m willing to stay for a million greenhouses and to get this every day. My orgasm builds, and my body jolts as he scrapes his teeth gently against me. My free hand flies out to fist the rug, knocking against the yam dish.

The only thing that would make this moment better is…

“Don’t even think about it,” Jonathan commands. Sheepishly, I look down at him, my hand dropping from where it was outstretched toward my yam spoon. He flicks his tongue against my clit before he resumes building my climax. It doesn’t take long before I’m coming, and he’s drinking me down. My legs are boneless as he drops them from his shoulders and crawls back up my body, reaching for the spoon as he does.

“I feel like I’m dreaming.

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