Page 40 of Trapped in the Christmas Cabin
“That’snice.”Kelliran her hands all over his broad, bare chest appreciatively.“Imissed touching you,” she admitted.“NooneI’veever been with has ever made me feel the way you did at the cabin.”
“That’sbecause no man you’d ever been with knew how to eat pussy, apparently,” he said, giving her a lazy grin.“Speakingof which, what have you got on under that little skirt?”
Kellilooked down at herself.Shewas wearing a black skirt and a red blouse under the red and whiteChristmasapron.Theyweren’t really hanging around the house clothes, but she liked to dress up onChristmasEve, even if she was the only one celebrating.
ButI’mnot the only one now,she thought, feeling a smile rise to her lips.Also, whatdidshe have on under the skirt?Shecouldn’t remember which bra and panty set she’d put on but it had to be a nice one—when she dressed up, she liked to do it from head to toe.
“I’mnot sure whatIhave under this skirt,” she said, givingKlausa flirtatious grin.“Wouldyou like to find out?”
“Gods, yes.”Hisbig hands were suddenly busy with her clothes.Inno time,Kellifound herself down to just her bra and panties—both of which were black lace.
Klaussat back a moment and looked her over.Hegave a long, low whistle.
“Godsdamn you look sexy, sunshine!Comehere and let me kiss you some more.”
Kellistraddled his lap and put her arms around his neck.Shecould feel the thick bulge of his cock rubbing against her, parting her pussy lips through the thin black lace panties and she loved it.
“Mmm,”she moaned, grinding shamelessly against him.“Itfeels like you’re happy to see me.”
“Sofucking happy,” he growled.“YouknowIhaven’t been able to stop thinking about your pussy ever sinceItasted you back at the cabin.”
Kellifelt a thrill of desire run through her.
“Ithought about it a lot too,” she admitted.“Idon’t thinkIever came so hard in my life.”
“Thenwhy don’t you let me taste you again?”Hiseyes were half-lidded with lust and he cupped one of her breasts and thumbed the nipple gently as he spoke.
Kellifelt like her whole body was on fire with need.God, how could he make her so hot so fast?
“Youwant to?”she asked breathlessly.
“Baby, for future reference, youneverhave to ask me that,” he rumbled.“BecauseIalways wantto eat your pussy.”
Kellifelt her cheeks get hot with pleased embarrassment.
“Well, all right then.Shouldwe go in the bedroom?”she asked.
Heshook his head.
“Actually,Ihave a different idea—kind of a favorite fantasyI’vehad of you more than once.Couldwe try it?”
“Youwere fantasizing about, er, tasting me before?”Kelliasked.
“Righton this couch.”Henodded.“Rememberthat time you hosted cocktails here in your suite andCommanderSylvanand his wife,Sophiacame too?Well,Iwas sitting right here on your couch, thinking whatIwanted to do to you—howIwanted to taste you—the whole fucking night.”
“Klaus!”Sheslapped his arm lightly, both appalled and delighted.“Allright—how do you want to do it?”she asked.
“Likethis, baby.Here, let me just…”Gentlyhe pushed her off his lap.Thenhe lowered himself to the floor so that his back was resting against the front of the couch.Leaningback so his head rested against the couch cushions, he looked up at her.“Nowall you have to do is take off those hot little panties and straddle me—that way you can ride my face.”
Kelliwas a little uncertain but definitely intrigued.
“You’resureIwon’t hurt you?”she asked.“Imean, will you be able to breathe?”
“Ican breathe just fine, sunshine,” he assured her.“Justcome here and sit on my face—let me taste you the right way.”
“Ithought you tasted me the right way last time,”Kelliobjected, but she was already shedding her panties and sliding into position with a knee on either side of his head.
“MaybeIshould have said thebestway.Gods, look at that sweet little pussy.”Klaus’sgolden eyes glowed with lust.“Bringit down to me, baby—come on—sit on my face.”
