Chapter 6 Onyx #2
“What? Why are we stopping?” she breathed, pushing her tits up like an offering I wasn’t sure I could resist as she held her body up with her elbows.
“Gorgeous. There is no rush.” I hardly recognized the depth of my voice.
“I know.” Her face was a scarlet red that drifted down to the edge of her top.
She noticed what I was looking at, and the naughty little girl pushed up and, before I could stop her, pulled her top up and over her body, leaving her in nothing but a snow-white lace bra that let me see just how tightly her pretty, pink nipples were standing at attention for me.
“Candy,” I rasped, lost for words. Jesus, she was fucking beautiful. And mine, a little voice in my head perked up. All mine.
“I might have been naughty, but I promise I’ll be good now, Santa.”
“Fuck.” I licked my lips as she reached behind her, and just like that, the girl of my dreams, the woman I was more than ready to spend the rest of my life with, was sitting in front of me. Topless. And that was what made everything inside me snap like a goddamn twig.
In the blink of an eye, I had one breast in my hand, thumbing her sensitive nipple as I sucked and laved at the other. Candy’s soft sounds of pleasure filled the space as she held the top of my head. Holding me in place like she didn’t want me to stop. Like I would dare.
I could have died a happy man if that was all I ever got. Right there, sucking and kissing and nipping at one tit while I pulled and fondled the other. But that wasn’t enough. Not for her or for me.
“Onyx!” she cried. I loved hearing my name coming from her lips. “Please.”
“I got you, snowflake,” I promised. “I always got you.” No matter how long I had on this green earth, no matter the highs and lows life would toss in our direction, I’d have her. She was mine now. I wasn’t sure if she realized this, but she was.
My mouth took turns, never stopping until she was a writhing wet mess beneath me.
And I kept exploring. Her back arched off the blankets the moment my mouth found her navel and then, with two hands, I pushed down the material of the cute little skirt and tights she was wearing, pulling it all off, including the cute matching lacy white panties.
“Fuck,” I cursed, staring down at her beautiful body. Every curve and dip and angle was all mine to explore and love for the rest of my life. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“You make me feel beautiful,” she whispered back.
“We don’t have to do more than—“ She opened her legs wider, giving me space to fit between them.
“I want more. Please, Onyx.” I gripped her kneecaps tighter as I breathed in the full heady scent of her feminine arousal. Sweetness filled my lungs, and I lost her eyes as my own moved down and between her legs. She was so pretty. Her brown curls neatly trimmed matted down by her dewy essence.
“This wetness all for me, Candy?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.” My fingers lightly stroked between her folds.
When I started to slide them in slowly, her hips rose off the fuzzy blankets, urging me closer.
Inch by inch, until I was past the first knuckle and then the second.
Her sugary velvety walls clenched around me like they needed more.
I pulled my finger out and this time worked two into her tight little cunt.
“Jeus, Candy,” I groaned, feeling like an animal about to be unleashed. “You’re so tight. So fucking wet,” I groaned the words spilling past my lips. “Such a pretty pink.” I leaned forward and knew I’d be addicted to her honey before I got a taste.
Her flavor burst on my tongue, melting like freshly spun sugar.
She was everything I had imagined and more.
Sweeter, wetter, tighter. I licked and fingered her, swirling the tip of my tongue around and around her clit before I pulled it between my lips.
She cried out, but I didn’t stop. Not when my jaw ached or my tongue felt heavy.
Fuck! I was like a madman possessed. I scissored my two fingers carefully, slowly stretching her to fit my fat cock inside her.
“Onyx!” she panted breathlessly. “I’m going to…
I’m going to—“ Her voice cracked, and she cried out so loud I was fucking glad there was no one even in the parking lot. Wetness gushed from between her thighs, and even as her pussy milked my digits, I didn’t stop.
I licked and cleaned her clean until she was a writhing mess again.
“Please, Onyx, I need more. Please! I need you.” This time, she reached out, and I groaned when her hand found the length of my shaft, palming it through the Santa pants. My eyes crossed at the pleasure. “Please,” she whispered, and my nose flared.
My woman would never have to ask me more than once. I pulled away, and she sat up. Almost like we shared the same brain, we got to work discarding the jacket, then the sweaty white tee I had worn below. Both our hands reached the big belt buckle of the costume, and I covered hers with mine.
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
“I’m serious, Candy.” My nose flared. I had no idea how the hell I had enough blood in my head to think straight enough to talk to her when it felt like all of it had rushed down south. “We do this, you give me this chance, there is no turning back. You’re mine, Candy. Forever.”
“Forever.” She smiled brightly and easily. There was a carefree air about her I hadn’t seen in a long time with Candy. Like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. And fuck me, I wanted to pound on my chest for being the man who had done that for her. “I’m sure.”
I pushed the pants down along with my boxer briefs.
Candy never took her eyes off me for a second.
I watched an array of emotions flash as she took me in.
“Wow,” she gasped. Her hands moved between us and stroked my hairy, muscular chest. A deep animal-like growl vibrated, and her eyes turned hooded.
“You’re hot to the touch. And hard. Your muscles—“ My pecs moved up and down at the compliment, making her giggle. “I like touching you, Onyx.”
“You can touch me anytime you want.” It was the realest, most genuine offer I’d ever made to another human, “Sorry, I’m a little sweaty from that jacket.”
“I like you sweaty,” she whispered, her eyes glittering up at me, making my dick jerk forward like it was lurching to get closer to her pussy. “You’re bigger than I thought,” she blurted and then kept rambling. “I mean, I knew you were big. I felt it against me when we were making out but… wow.”
“He’s going to fit,” I promised. Her eyes widened but never moved from the dark ruddy leaking cock between us. The fucker was hungry for her little snatch.
“You sound really sure of that,” she said, then immediately pressed her lips together as her eyes jumped up to mine. “I mean...”
“You had it right the first time, snowflake. I’m going to fit, and I sound sure of it because you were made for me.” I stroked her face. “Just like I was made for you.”
“Onyx—“
“We can stop, though,” I offered. It would fucking suck, but there was no way I would ever want to do anything she wasn’t one hundred percent sure of. I dropped one of my hands to my side. “We can stop. Put our clothes on and have some hot chocolate and treats and then—“
“I don’t want that.” Her hands pulled me in closer, and I scrambled to make sure I wouldn’t crush her.
“Candy,” I groaned. The feeling of being skin to skin with her, naked and nothing in between us, felt like heaven. So much more than I could have ever expected when I came up with this date idea today.
“It’s just… I just… I’ve never been with someone… your size.” I pressed my forehead against hers and rolled over, her squeals ringing in the air. “What are you doing?” She laughed as she looked down at me.
“Fuck, you feel good, baby.” I leaned up to kiss her. I sat up, bringing her over me to straddle me, and her eyes widened as the tip of my cock brushed against her entrance. “Jesus, you’re fucking wet. Soaking,” I mumbled, and she blushed.
“Sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry about. That just means your sweet body knows I’m going to take care of you, baby.”
“You are?”
“Always. Not just in bed but out of it.”
“We’re not exactly in bed,” she started to sass, and fuck me, I loved that about her. The way she argued and called me on shit. The way she was simply and completely herself around me. I nuzzled my nose against hers, and she gifted me a happy sigh.
“This first time and any other time you want, you’re going to ride me. You get to control just how much, how fast you want.” My cock twitched between us, and she bit down on her lip. “You okay?” She swallowed.
“Yeah.” She nodded, and I winked.
“Good girl.” I swallowed.” Look at you, sitting on Santa’s lap like a good girl.” This made her laugh. The sound faded when I spoke again. “Lift up for me, baby.” I lightly patted her ass, loving the heat of her silky skin against my palm.
One day, I’d spank that pretty ass and get her on all fours, but that would happen later.
Right now, my girl was going to bounce on my lap until she came and milked my dick. She did as I ordered, rising on her hunches, lining herself up against me, and with our eyes locked, she started to take me.
Little by little, inch by slow inch, until she took me like I knew she would.
Her fingers dug into the shoulders, and the kiss of pain helped me from nutting too quickly and embarrassing the hell out of myself.
I kissed her. Softly. Sweetly. All while one of my hands left her hip and rose to cup her breast. I stroked and tugged at her pretty, pink nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
“Ride me, Candy,” I instructed. My voice was rough like gravel. “Ride me and show me what naughty things my good girl can do.”
“Fuck,” she cursed in a broken whimper. My free hand smacked her ass lightly, but I knew she liked it when she squeezed my cock with her wet walls even tighter.
“Bad girl,” I taunted quietly as I slowed my thrusts, making her desire build higher and higher between us. “Cursing on my lap like that.” I panted. She felt good. Too good.
Before I knew it, she found her pace and rhythm.
Suddenly, her confidence had grown, and she pushed me to lie down.
I pulled a pillow under my head as I watched the show she put on for me as her hips ground and swayed.
Jesus, she was beautiful. Her perfect tits bounced this way and that way as she got the two of us closer and closer to the edge.
Too close.
My toes curled as I tried to think of anything to help stave off the fucking release that was building as my balls tightened up, filling with boiling-hot seed ready to fill her pretty little unprotected pussy.
“Onyx!” she cried out my name and moaned. “Oh, oh, oh!”
“Find it, Candy,” I strained. “Be my good dirty girl and come on your man’s cock.”
“My man?” Her voice was thick with emotion I felt slide right through me. And goddamn, it was beautiful. I nodded, resting my forehead against hers. I thrust my hips to hers every single time she took me in deep, pushing myself just a little further.
“Yours. Only yours, beautiful,” I rasped, and she nodded, sweat dripping down her temple.
And fuck me, I licked it right off her. “You’re mine, too, snowflake,” I groaned, and I could have sworn my woman squirted against me.
Wetness coated between us as thick squelching sounds started to come to life, louder and louder as we got lost in one another to the point I wasn’t sure where she ended and I began.
Thankfully, maybe thanks to the magic of the holiday, we somehow jumped off the cliff of pleasure almost simultaneously.
Her pussy spasmed and convulsed around my length as she cried out, and my head dipped into the crook of her neck as I growled out my release.
My length thickened more than I even knew was possible and poured every possible boiling-hot drop of cum I had into her waiting body.
We were both sweaty and breathing hard as we pulled away, not from where we were connected but to be able to stare at one another. “I love you.” I blurted the words out like a stupid idiot.
I should have waited.
Made it a moment for her to remember.
But my woman simply smiled, her body languid and satisfied as her hand lifted to stroke my jaw. Her head rested against my shoulder, and fuck me, I loved how her body felt against mine.
“I love you, too, Onyx,” she said, sealing our fates forever. I kissed her and rolled her over as she gasped.
“You’re still hard.”
“I’m always hard when you’re around,” I confessed, kissing her.
“Even when you would come into the hardware store?” she asked with a little gasp. I confirmed it with a nod, pulling my hips back just until only the tip was inside her before thrusting back in.
“Especially there.”
“Really?” She licked her lips and swallowed.
“Really.” I swallowed, picking up speed as I worked her body. “You’re going to come again for me,” I said, and my sexy little snowflake simply smiled up at me, opening her legs wider and hooking her feet against the small of my back.
“You’re going to come again and again today until the only name you remember is mine,” I grunted. The sweat that had begun to dry off started to build up again, making both of us glisten with a light sheen of it.
“Okay, Santa.” Her hand moved up, and I was shocked to realize the hat was still on my head. “Anything you want, big guy.”
“Naughty girl,” I whispered before I started to get to work on proving my word was as good as gold.
That night, we didn’t stop.
We were insatiable for one another.
And when we took a break and had something to eat and drink?
It was her hot chocolate kisses that got us tangled up in the sheets all over again until the sun rose.