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“The boss told me he should be out to meet you in a few minutes,” one of Ripeato’s most loyal employees informed MC as he was finishing locking up the shop. “Everything in the store should be all set for the evening, so the two of you will be able to enjoy your plans once Sol resolves everything in the back.”
“Thank you,” MC replied, slightly bowing her head and waving goodbye. “Merry Christmas to you, and a Happy New Year in case I don’t see you again before then.”
“You too, my dear,” the employee tipped the black fedora on his head in her direction before disappearing out the front door.
Tomorrow was Christmas day and she and Sol were going to spend the rest of Christmas Eve together, and lead into the next morning to celebrate their first holiday together as a couple. Walking over to gaze out the window while waiting for Sol, MC’s lips curled upwards when she noticed a man dressed up as Santa collecting last minute holiday donations.
“How thoughtful,” MC chirped to herself, her heart warming at the sigh of such thoughtfulness during such a giving time of year. “It’s so wonderful to see people volunteering their time like that. What a kind man he must be.”
“Miss me, babe?” Sol’s husky voice suddenly rang into her ear, the scent of his cologne drifting in the air since he was now settled against her. “Because I’m about to show you right now how kind of a man I can be too.”
I-Is he jealous of Santa Claus?!
MC never had an opportunity to questions his motives, since the calloused pads of the tailor’s fingers firmly gripped onto the curves of her waist, eliciting a sensual moan from his woman when he roughly pushed her up against the glass of the window. Sol’s nimble movements of his hands exaggerated hitching her dress above her waist, nudging his knee in between the silk of MC’s thighs to compel them apart. Sinking slowly to his knees, Sol’s teeth found the fabric of the lacey pair of underwear she was wearing. His heated breath trickled down the back of her thighs as he dragged them down her legs at a tantalizing pace, evoking MC to tremble in an anticipatory lust.
The thin material soon was discarded onto the floor; Sol’s moistened lips pressed down on the lines of her calf. A jolt of pleasureful heat rippled through the veins of her body when Sol’s broad palms powerfully gripped onto MC’s ankles. His tongue deliberately ascended and traced the contours of her legs, gracefully gliding until connecting with the sensitive nub that sparked pure bliss under the duress of Sol’s touch.
“So sweet,” Sol murmured, his mouth humming along the velvet of her folds in appreciation for how divine MC tasted. “So sweet and all mine. Remember that I’m the only one that can make you melt this way. Not some random guy in a damn tacky red suit.”
She didn’t know whether to laugh at how cute he acted when he was jealous, or to mewl at the delightful way her coils tightened in her lower belly from all the things he was doing to drive her wild. However, body decided for her by quaking as her toes reacted by curling to the heavenly tremors fanning the flames of desire within her. Her knees buckled and her hips swayed from each enticing lap of tongue fervently stroking away at the swell of her womanhood. One of Sol’s long fingers reached to apply the extra caresses she needed in surplus of his tongue to finally deliver MC to experience pure euphoria.
“Come here, love,” Sol huffed, encircling MC deep into the buffed muscles of his chest. “I should be thanking you for such a delicious treat. You always taste sweeter than any cake I could eat.”
“Sol,” MC scowled, her cheeks tinted a faintish pink. Playfully swatting at him, he swiftly dodged her attack by rolling over to straddle her and allot him the advantage. Her relied had been pleasant, but it wasn’t enough to leave her satisfied. She wanted more. “That’s not fair to say when I haven’t even tasted you yet tonight.”
Temptation flooded Sol as his cock twitched uncomfortably against the constriction of the seams in his pants when her lust coated eyes flashed him an invitation to prevail on with the fun right then and there. Feelings that were inflamed by jealousy, were now being driven by a pining to consume MC with all the love he had to offer, connecting both on a physical and emotional level. God, did he want her. Having MC underneath him slick in sweat from her orgasm, as her body slightly quivered still sensitive from the spoils of his earlier affection was pure torture for him. Surely sins from his past were forcing him to repent by withholding now.
He wanted her, but Sol recalled their itinerary for this Christmas evening and that wasn’t about to be ruined because he couldn’t control the urge to keep it in his pants. Putting on his best poker face to mask his disappointment, Sol sat up and began to rise until MC promptly lifted her legs and entangled them around the cuts of his waist.
“I know, but they can wait,” MC pleaded, nodding her head to meet and reassure his concerned gaze. “I love you for making plans for us, but I also love you so much that I require having you now.”
Entwining her fingers in between Sol’s, she longingly glanced up at him. MC rested her free hand on the side of Sol’s cheek, her fingertips rubbing small circles to console him.
“Otherwise, maybe I’ll need to ask Santa-”
Smooch!
The empty threat was enough to rile up Sol into a frenzy enough where his lips collided into hers. His kisses were frantic and needy, each one more aggressive than the last. Sol’s fingers frantically raced and curled into MC’s hair before joining their bodies together as one.
Outside of Ripeato, the Christmas lights twinkled and sparkled through the window of shop onto the couple lost in their passion for each other. As far as Sol and MC were concerned, Christmas had come early this year, and both were never more grateful for that guy in the damn tacky red suit.