Mistletoe & Kisses (6 page)

M: Has it really only been six days? You’re sure?

O: my legs wrapped around your waist and my back pressed up against my hallway wall

M: as I run my tongue over the seam of your lips then slide in your delicious mouth until you are moaning for more

O: Murphy?

M: Yes

O: I really wanted you to be at my front door when I opened it :(

M: Me too :(

M: can we get back to you moaning my name?

O: Murphy?

M: Yes

O: The next time I open my door will you be on the other side of the door?

M: Why don’t you open it and find out

I admit it...I gasped.
Is he really here? I know virtually nothing about this man, but I have never felt so attracted to someone. So drawn to them. It isn’t insta-love...that only happens in romance novels. What do I do if he really is out there? Do I let him in? Do I let him take me to bed? You know what…Fuck it! I’m taking the chance. I need some excitement in my life and he makes me laugh and he makes the butterflies in my stomach flutter out of control.
Okay I admit it...I ran to the door, but now that the knob was in my hand, I think I needed a moment.
My phone pinged.

M: You know you want to open that door

O: Actually I think I’m going to go to bed

M: Woman!

O: Murphy?

“Fuck, I was afraid you really weren’t going to open the door.” He smiled that smile and I knew, for right now I was going to just go with the flow.

“Did you say something about kissing me with that dirty mouth of yours?” I stepped back from the door and he quickly stepped in, closing and locking the door behind him without turning away from me. Our eyes, locked.

“Did you say something about a wall in your hallway?” We circled each other, my back now toward the door.

“I really don’t think we are going to make it that far.” I took a step closer to him.

“Me either.” He slid his hand over my hips and down to scoop me up by my thigh and gently slammed my back to the closed door. “Gotta tell ya, I love the socks.”

My socked legs were wrapped around his hips before my back actually made contact with the door and his mouth was on mine before my legs were securely around him. This time I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped past my lips and was swallowed by his mouth. He responded with a moan of his own when I ran my hands through his hair and grabbed handfuls with my fingers.

Our tongues danced to a rhythm that neither of us seemed in control of, but flowed together perfectly. With my legs firmly gripping his hips, he moved his hands to cup my jaw. I sighed.
Yes, yes I sighed at the feel of his hands on my face.
My core instantly heated and I wanted to feel his hands all over my body. I nudged my hips forward pressing my heat to his hardness that was pressed against the center of my thin boxer shorts, which were soaked through. I was sure he could feel how wet I was pressed against his jeans.

“Ah, I haven’t been able to get you out of my head.” Murphy pulled back and ducked his head into the crook of my neck placing little kisses and nips across my skin. “I couldn’t get any work done. It took me five days to beg your number out of someone at the office. I think her name was Calle. I owe her Justin Timberlake tickets.” He adjusted his position, but only pressed his hardness closer to where I needed it to be. I tried to move, but he moved again. “This isn’t a one-time thing that I’m here for. I’m not saying I love you and can’t live without you, but I’m saying I would like to give whatever flame has been fanned here a good fighting chance.”

“I’d really like that.” I tried to adjust again.

“You keep moving like that and I’m not going to be able to hold back and take this slow and make it last.”

“Who said I want it slow? I don’t want to plan it out. I want it to happen the way we need and want it to happen. We both want this and we both want to see where this goes. Let’s start with you shifting this way and kissing me as you carry me to my bedroom.” I moved slightly and he accommodated moving right where I had needed him. He was rewarded with a moan and I was rewarded with a gorgeous smile.

“Woman, I don’t have to be told twice.” He slipped his hands back down around my thighs, kicked off his shoes by the door and headed down the hall.

“Did you bring condoms...because it has been a while and I don’t…”

“I came very prepared.” He kissed my nose. He kicked the door open with his foot and stopped. “Holy shit woman, you have the bed wet dreams are made of,” he growled.

I had to admit that it was the bed wet dreams were made of...if you were into wrought iron headboards and footboards. It was my grandmother’s and when she passed away, I snatched it up before anyone else could. Sadly, I don’t think she ever actually reaped the benefits of such a bed and honestly, up until that moment, I didn’t think I’d ever been more nervous about being in my bed.

“Did I lose you?” he pulled his face back and looked into my eyes. “Look if you aren’t ready…”

“No, no it isn’t that, it’s just that I’ve never actually
used
the bed like…”

“Oh woman, trust me...we’re going to make full use of your beautiful bed.” He kissed me right below my ear and my whole body felt it and responded to it. “I’ve never actually had the pleasure of being with anyone in a wrought iron bed, but I’m sure we can both figure something out.” He nibbled my neck again and my head dropped back, offering him more of my neck, which he accepted as he moved us closer to the bed. “Gotta tell you...as much as I am loving your body in this shirt, it has to go.” He placed his lips to my neck and kissed down my collar bone to the hollow of my neck. He looked up at me with that smirk and a wink. His darkened, lust-filled eyes made my body melt a bit more. When I felt his thick fingers brush across my breast to the buttons of my shirt, I knew I was a goner and my knees buckling under me confirmed it. “How attached are you to this shirt?” he struggled with the first button. There were only five, but they were kind of small for his fingers.

“Do you need a little help there?” I giggled anxiously as I watched his fingers fumble with the buttons, then moved to pull the whole shirt apart. “I’m actually very fond of this shirt.” I brushed his hands to the sides and looked up at him through my lashes. “How about I unbutton them and you watch.”

“Was never a fan of damn small girly buttons. I could have just torn it off of you and bought you a new one.” He watched my fingers open the first button. I waited just a second before I moved to the next. I could have just pulled the shirt over my head, but this seemed so much better.

“Like I said, I’m very fond of this shirt, girly buttons and all.” I unbuttoned anther button. His eyes followed my fingers as they slipped the material away from the button and the shirt slid open a bit more, revealing my braless chest.

I gasped as I watched his tongue dart out of his mouth and slide across his bottom lip. He leaned down and kissed my bare, heated skin between the open sides of my shirt. I unbuttoned the next button and he trailed another kiss down my chest, grazing my fingers with his lips. Three more buttons and my belly button would be exposed and I would be out of buttons. The warm breath escaping his lips was burning my skin with each touch. I could feel his slight beard stubble brush across my skin. “You smell so good. I can’t wait to taste the rest of you.” On my moan, he pushed me back onto the bed.

I lay in the middle of my bed with my legs dangling over the side. The headboard to my left and the footboard to my right, I tried to ignore the desire I had rush through me to be tied to them so he could devour me.
All in good time. Then I would have my turn with him tied to my bed.

“What are you thinking about woman? Your whole body is on fire and you are blushing from head to toe.” He lifted my foot up with his hand and kissed my big toe making me giggle. I turned my head toward the headboard. “Oh, all in good time. Trust me I have plans for those already. Glad we are on the same page, but first…” He slid his hand up my calf to my hip, placing kisses as he went. When his lips met the hem of my boxer shorts he gripped each side of the material and slowly, almost painfully slowly, slid them down my legs baring my nakedness to him. “You are stunning.” He dropped to his knees lifting my leg to his shoulder and smiled up at me. Before I could even focus on his smile, his lips were pressed to my inner thigh. The feel of his tongue was followed by the delicious scrape of stubble.

I arched my back trying to relieve some of the ache overwhelming my center, thus pushing my shirt the rest of the way open to reveal my naked breasts. My fingers glided over the hardened peaks trying to ease the ache between my legs. Our eyes met as his tongue flicked just above my swollen center. I groaned with need. When he didn’t continue, I looked in his eyes, smiled, licked my finger tips and brushed them over my hardened nipples and pulled them with a twist of my thumb and forefinger. It was his turn to groan as he bowed his head and finally moved his tongue exactly where I needed him to.

“Oh, Murphy,” I cried dropping my head back, continuing to roll my nipples between my fingers. He flattened his tongue and licked with painful slowness from the bottom of my opening to the top. I tried to move my body down causing more pressure, but he held me still and demanded control of his actions. I surrendered as his hand moved up to spread my lower lips open, exposing the throbbing skin to his mouth, which he took full advantage of when his teeth grazed the raised bundle of nerves making me release my nipple and grab hold of the comforter underneath me.

“I just knew you would be delicious,” he murmured with a lick and flick of his tongue, followed by his long, thick finger grazing my clit. “So deliciously wet, ah, and tight.” He moaned as his finger slid inside of me. My back arched higher off the bed. “I want to watch you pinch your nipples while I make you come on my tongue and scream my name.” He moved his finger in and out slowly then added another and I squirmed trying to add more pressure.

“I need you inside me. I’m so close.”

“I know, I can feel you tightening around my fingers. As much as I want to feel that around my dick, we have all night and it has been a while for you. And there is no way I’m not tasting your cum on my tongue first.” He moved his fingers faster and I couldn’t help but clench them. “Uh-uh, Olive,” he took hold of my hand that was gripping the comforter and moved it back to my breast. “Pinch them.” He waited until I had my fingers to my nipple before he moved his mouth down to where his fingers had increased their pace. “Yes, just like that.”

“I’m going to come.”

“I’m going to lick every last drop of you,” he said before devouring my clit into his mouth, sucking, licking and flicking until I came harder and faster than I ever had. I was so lost in the ecstasy that I was overwhelmed when the second orgasm started to overtake me so quickly. This time I did scream his name.

“That was amazing and absolutely one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen in my entire life.” He moved up my body, kissing along the way, pausing to suckle each nipple as he made his way up to my lips. “I could watch you come on my face all night long.” He dove his tongue into my mouth and I could taste myself in his mouth and I felt the heat building in my core again.
I have never in my life felt sex like this. I’ve already orgasmed twice, which is unheard of for me. He also said we have all night… oh my!

Now it was my turn. I locked my leg around him to anchor myself and flipped myself so I was above him and straddling his lap. As I moved above him I realized he was still dressed in his fitted dark blue t-shirt and jeans with only the top button undone. “You’re wearing way too many clothes.” I moved my hand to the hem of his shirt. Murphy leaned up and he pulled his shirt over his head. He removed it the way guys do, from the back and over his head. “Your turn to lay back and scream my name,” I beamed, running the tip of my finger down from the center of his lips to the center of his chest and gently nudging him back down onto the bed. He slid his hands up my arms and into my hair as I moved across the muscles of his chest, flicking each of his nipples with my tongue as I passed over them.

“You have an incredible body, Olive. I want to touch every part of you.” He moved his hands from my hair, down my shoulders to my hanging breasts.

“You, my dear, will have to keep your hands right here,” I took both of his hands from my breasts and placed them on either side of his body. “You might want to hold this for a bit.” I closed his hands over the comforter so it was gripped in his hand. He raised an eyebrow at me then smiled when I leaned to trace my tongue from the bottom of his belly button down the dusting of hair that disappeared below his unbuttoned jeans. I moved to slip my socks off of my legs.

“Keep them on. We’ll be needing them later,” Murphy glanced at the headboard then snapped his eyes back to me.

“Oh… I…”

“Will love every moment of it.” His smile just made my body heat so much higher I could almost feel my wetness dripping down my inner thigh. I had to clench my legs together to ease some of the ache, but it didn’t help.

My hand shadowed his thigh where his length was pressing against his jeans. I smiled up at him when he moaned and flexed his fingers in the comforter, fighting the need to move or touch me, I was sure. “You want to touch me?” I dusted my finger over him again.