Page 16 of Blowing His Horn

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“I want this to be a reminder of how much I love you,” I said as I sat down beside her and took out the jewelry. “Whenever I fuck up—and we both know I will—look at this and remember that I’m really fucking good at groveling.”

Olivia giggled as I clasped the chain around her wrist. Twelve charms dangled from it, each depicting one day of Christmas from the song. “You really are,” she agreed before kissing me on the cheek.

Her scent invaded my lungs, and the air crackled with electricity. Olivia leaned back, and we stared at each other, almost as if we were waiting for the other shoe to drop. To be interrupted yet again. Except this time, there was no one but us.

7

Olivia

It was a good thing I had snuck into the guest bedroom on our first night in my hometown. Abstaining from sex for eleven days punished me as much as it did Leland. Maybe even more because I hadn’t done anything wrong…and he kept making me want to jump his bones.

He hadn’t pulled out any stops when it came to wooing me. Every romantic gesture showed me how important I was to him. There were no generic gifts. Each item had been picked out with me in mind, demonstrating how closely Leland had paid attention to what I liked during our time together.

With my parents out of the house and all of my doubts about Leland’s love for me wiped away, there was no reason for us to hold back any longer.

“Let me show you how good I am at forgiving and forgetting.” Jumping up from the couch and tugging on his hand, I led him up to my bedroom. After kicking the door shut behind me, I raced over to my bed and flung myself on my mattress. “I think it’s past time for us to fulfill some of my teenage fantasies and put my bed to good use, don’t you?”

“Fuck yes,” he rasped, kicking off his shoes and shoving his jeans down his legs before he started to cross the room. By the time he joined me, we had both stripped out of most of our clothes. I only had my bra and panties on, with him in his boxer briefs.

His body crashed down over mine, and I twined my arms around his neck to tug him down for a kiss. It had been so long since we’d been tangled together like this, but I didn’t want to rush the moment. I wanted to savor the glide of his tongue against mine. The feel of his hard-on pressed against my core with only two thin layers separating us. How we shared the same air, our breath mingling together.

When he cupped my cheeks with his palms and angled my head back so he could deepen our kiss, I whimpered, “Need you.”

“You have me, baby. Always.” His hand glided up my outer thigh, and he lifted my leg, so his hard length pressed deeper against my core. “And every inch of my rock-hard cock is going to be buried in your sweet pussy. Soon.”

A needy moan rumbled up my chest, and I thanked my lucky stars that we had the house to ourselves for hours. I didn’t have to hold back so my parents couldn’t hear us. “It better be soon. It’s been way too long since we’ve been together like this.”

“Judging by the severe case of blue balls that I’ve been sporting for days, it’s been fucking forever.”

I wrapped my other leg around his lower back and lifted my hips off the mattress, making him groan. “Then let’s not make either of us wait any longer. Take me now, Leland.”

“Whatever my baby wants, she gets.” He reached behind my back to undo the clasp on my bra and tugged the lacy material off before tossing it on the floor. “Fuck, I missed these perfect tits.”

“And they missed you.” My murmur turned into a gasp when he lowered his head to suck one of my pebbled nipples into his mouth. I felt each tug of his lips deep in my core, as though there was a direct line between my breasts and pussy. My fingers dived into his hair as he moved his head to pay equal attention to the other side. He licked at the rounded swell before drawing my nipple into his mouth while my hips rocked against him. “I need more. Please.”

He released the hardened tip with a pop, his gorgeous blue eyes filling with heat as he asked, “You want my mouth on your pussy instead?”

“Yes,” I panted.

I dropped my legs from his waist as he kissed his way down my torso, his tongue swirling around my belly button before he moved lower. His fingers hooked in the sides of my panties, and I lifted my hips so he could tug them off my legs. When my pussy was bare, he licked his lips. “Been deprived of my favorite snack for too damn long.”


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