Hunter’s hand is on my waist and cupping my face. “We could dance.”
I shake my head. “We can’t go there, what if Truman--“
He cuts me off. “I was thinking we could stay here. Put this on,” he says, lifting the mix-tape. “You have a cassette player somewhere?”
Twisting my lips I think about the old stereo system still hooked up in the living room. “Actually, I might.”
I take the tape and we head downstairs. In the living room I close the curtains and then look for the tape deck as Hunter starts a fire. The sky outside the single pane windows is dark, and when the music begins I take him in, silently. His stature so solid and sure. A man in his own right -- a man who loves me.
My body burns for him. The lyrics of In Your Eyes send a smile across my face as Hunter turns to me, the fire burning behind him.
In your eyes, the light the heat.
The lyrics may have been immortalized by Peter Gabriel, but right now they aren’t his. They’re ours..
Hunter takes me in his arms again and this time love has been declared and there is no one stopping us from having what we want. This. Tonight. Finally.
“I’ve waited for you,” I tell him as I press myself against him. “I’m still as pure as I was when you left.”
“You and Truman, you never…”
I shake my head. “I’m a virgin.”
“God, Holly, I knew you were too good for me. You’re so--”
“I’m just a girl, who has always been in love with a boy. And so I waited.”
“Why did you always believe in me? Believe in us?” he asks.
“When we would lie on my roof and look at the stars, you could always point out constellations.”
“And?”
“And I knew a boy who could point out Cassiopeia, who could hold my hand and kiss my lips and make me feel so seen, in the midst of such a great, vast galaxy, was one in a million. I knew finding you was a shot in the dark, yet there we were.”
“Until I left you, all alone.”
“We all have our reasons for the things we do. I went to that bible college because my father asked me to on his deathbed. It sounds like you left for the same reason.” I pause, looking into his eyes. “What matters is that you came back.”
Hunter nods and then pulls me into his arms. This time there is no hesitation, no fear, no doubt. We’ve both confessed how we feel, and now it is time for action, not words.
“I love you,” he growls in my ear, his thick beard scratching my neck and sending a trail of desire through my veins.
I whimper against him, my flesh aching for the carnal display of our emotions. He kisses me, hard, hard enough for me to gasp, to part my lips, to find his tongue. He feels so strong as he holds me, his muscles stretching the seams of his flannel, but other things growing too.
Against me is his cock, pressed against my belly, and I need to touch it, taste it, suck it. Him. His thick length needs to fill me up and I arch my back as his fingers lift the hem of my candy-striped sweater.
“God your skin is so soft,” he whispers in my ear.
I smile, my hair loose around my shoulders, my eyes closing as he tosses my sweater aside, as he massages my breasts in the palm of his hand. My white lacy bra cups are in the way -- I want his calloused hands to touch bare skin, my hard nipples, I want his mouth to suck my tits. I want him to take me, claim me, own me. Now and forever.
“I love you,” I moan as he unclasps my bra and begins to fondle my breasts with his fingers. I drop my head and his big hands shimmy down my pants, my panties. I am a present, already unwrapped. His.
“You’re the cutest elf in the fucking world, Holly Saint Claire.”
I smile, shaking my head. Not in the least insecure. I want Hunter to see me. Naked and wanting. His.
“I don’t think any of Santa’s elves walk around naked in the North Pole.”
“Lucky for us,” he says with a grin, pushing down his pants. “We aren’t in the North Pole, we’re in Mistletoe.”
I nod. “Will you let me see your candy cane?”
He chuckles. “You were always so sugary, I was the spice. But with a mouth like that you’ll end up on the Naughty List.”
There is heat on my cheeks but I don’t care. I am being flirty and sassy and saying all the words I’ve always held back. Always dreamed of uttering.
“I may have been a preacher’s daughter, but I’m no nun.”
“I see that,” he says, pulling off his flannel and stepping out of his boxers. “And I’m not Saint Nick.”
“No?” I ask with a smile. “Then who are you?”
He takes my hand and places it on his big, thick cock. “I’m yours.”
Hunter
Her body is perfection, more beautiful than imagined, and when she strokes my shaft, my cock burns with need for her. She is standing here naked, her tits so round and perfect, her ass bare and ready to be squeezed.
“God, I’m glad I came back for you,” I say as I pull her to the carpeted floor. I want to take her virginity in front of the fireplace, next to the Christmas tree. I want to pop her cherry and frost her cookie right here, under the twinkling lights.
“Why now?” she asks, as I lower her to the ground.
Then I spread her knees and begin to massage her creamy cunt. She is so pure and untouched -- so fucking tight, my balls ache at the slightest touch of her sweetness.
She aches too. “Oh, I’ve waited so long for this.”
I take my time, wanting to kiss every inch of her skin, wanting to savor this night for what it is, our first time together.
I kiss her pussy, my tongue lapping up her creamy slit. She tastes so good, sweet like Christmas treats, but not minty like my candy cane -- no, she is royal icing. A gumdrop. A fucking peanut butter cup.
“Oh Hunter,” she murmurs as I massage her thighs, as I press a finger in her tight little cunt and begin to ease my baby open, the way she needs.
I make love to her pussy, taking control of her body the way we both crave. When she is moaning from a deep place, I move against her, offering her my cock, needing her to feel my weight, my thickness.
“It’s not going to fit.”
“We will go slow,” I promise, kissing her softly on the lips.
“It feels so good when you touch me. It feels like I’m awake,” she whimpers, my finger opening her up, her juices slick against my hand. “Alive.”
“I’ve wanted you for so long, Holly,” I tell her, easing my tip inside her slit. “And now I will finally have the girl I always wanted.”
Her eyes meet mine as I enter her and it feels so special, so sacred. I never thought I was enough for her, and yet here she is, choosing me.
“Oh, Hunter,” she whimpers clinging to me. I cup her face with my hand as I ease myself inside her, knowing this is a lot for her body to take.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I tell her, my cock throbbing with pleasure as I fill her tight little cunt. God, she is so perfect. So pure. Mine.
“Don’t hold back. I want you to fill me up. To make me yours.”
“Oh, baby, you always were.”
We finish, both of us gasping for breath as my come fills her up, nice and good, as her breath goes raw and ragged and as my cock pulses with life. With love.