The Kougar went out on another preparatory shopping trip, so if she’s trapped by mounds of snow, her vittles won’t be a problem.
Not to purring-mention the weather could turn dastardly cold next week. Meanwhile the winds monstrously blew and were mighty chilly, despite the warmer temps.
Of course, paw-penning the next Santa Baby five hundred flash has warmed up the Kougar...
Just for the Big Cool Cats ~ Two Turtle Doves...
HOLIDAY FLASH IN FIVE HUNDRED...
Santa Baby, Waitin’ Just for You...
Part Seven ~ Two Turtle Doves...
“Santa,” she breathy crooned while wondering if her breath would ever return again. “Have I been that good? Or is it how bad I’m being, that you like?”
He didn’t answer, unless you counted the flaring sparkle of his eyes. Instead he lowered the mistletoe and brushed the very tip along the seam of her lips several times. Slivers of pleasure danced over mouth, then spiraled lower, heating her loins with bliss and hunger, both at the same time.
“Kaily.” His voice seemed to resonate through her, even better than velvet. “You’ve been very, very bad.”
“A lump of coal in my stocking?” Her throat tightened unbelievably, and she swallowed. “Instead of a partridge in a pear tree?”
“You have the naughtiest two turtle doves I’ve ever seen.” With the lightest of touches, he trailed the mistletoe downward, beneath her jaw, slipping it over her neck...her sensitive skin sizzled with the absolute beauty and rapture of the feeling. And she wondered if she glowed on the outside like she did on the inside.
“Naughty.” She gulped. The mistletoe traced the upper swell of her breast. And she had the mad urge to throw herself against him. Yet what he was doing to her was far too sexy-delicious, his manner unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world, only for her.
“I can’t wait until the second day of Christmas to taste your two turtle doves.” He trailed the mistletoe over the roundness of her breast, closer to her nipple.
Kaily moaned loudly, embarrassing herself, and utterly surprising herself. Her nipple threw itself at him, the little tart. Flowing the mistletoe upward he let it rest in the crook between her neck and shoulder, as if he decorated her. Then his mouth latched onto her nipple, tasting her for long moments. Before he suckled her with a strong languid rhythm that made her drop her head back and whimper pleas, and moan with a terrible passion.
As he tugged strongly on her big tart of a nipple, the fur and velvet of his santa hat also rubbing against her throat and chin, sensual sensations that caused her pussy to swell, then desire the holiday gifts he was giving out.
Nuzzling his nose deep into the inner curve of her breast, he seemed to inhale her essence inside himself. While her wet aching nipple stood at attention, distraught without his talented mouth. In a way that had her swooning inside, he nuzzled over her other breast. Then his tongue laved her other nipple slowly, and she cried out from the sheer ecstasy racing through her. Good lord, did the mystery man have the key to her chest of sexual pleasures?
Of course, there were men who could twist a woman inside out with kisses, but couldn’t fly their partridges into a woman’s pear tree worth a tinker’s damn.
Raising his head, he lingered a kiss on each of her nipples, on the absolute tips. “My two turtle doves.”
Part One ~ see Holiday Flash in Five Hundred
Part Two ~ see Celebrating with Santa Baby
Part Three ~ see Santa Baby... Part Three ~
Part Four ~ see Baby, it’s cold outside... Holiday Flash
Part Five ~ see The Magic of Mistletoe...unrealized...
Part Six ~ see Snow Kiss and Snow Cloud, the truth is out there...
Turtle dove kisses from the Kougar...