The Christmas Pic

29. Ava

CHAPTER 29

AVA

Our audience of gingerbread people had no idea what was in store for them this evening. We crash into Jo’s bed, unable to keep our hands off each other for a moment longer. The passion is as fierce as before, but there’s something even more behind the hungry kisses Jo peppers on my neck. We connected on a deeper level tonight and I fear there’s no going back.

I’m developing big feelings for Jo, unlike any I’ve had before, but this is brand new territory for me. Now that I know what she went through with her ex, I don’t want to burden her with my indecisiveness about my burgeoning sexuality. I always thought I was straight by default. But am I? I pull off her jeans, her warmth on my fingertips– nope, definitely not straight.

I turn to the gingerbread house next to me and take a pass through the icing with my finger. I draw along her stomach, down to her hips, kissing the sweet sugar from her even sweeter skin. I make my way along her hip bone, down her thigh, as I continue to touch her over her gray panties. I want her. I want all of her.

I marvel at how natural being with her has become. Inexperience is not typically something I’m burdened with. The night of our first encounter, I was blind, stumbling in the dark, trying to follow her lead. Yet in such a short time, my night vision has fully come into focus. Reading her body is as innate as my own heartbeat, currently thrumming in my ears.

I trace my fingers along the edge of her panties, heat radiating from her core. My breaths come faster, syncopated with hers as I slowly slide the fabric aside, revealing her glistening flesh.

I have a realization, and pout.

Jo sits up. “What is it?” she asks softly, her finger tracing my swollen lips. Her immediate concern warms something deep within me.

“I wish I had my Santa hat right now so I could return the favor for last night.”

“Good news.” Jo crawls over to the dresser drawer. When she pops it open, I laugh. She’s got her own Santa hat dildo, along with jingle bell Venus balls and a reindeer-handled leather whip.

“You have no idea how relieved I am that someone else got the sex toy this year,” she confides.

I dig through her trove of toys, examining the whip before putting it back. “We’re gonna have to report Santa to HR for hitting his employees.”

“Yes, Madame CEO.” She salutes me.

“So which is your favorite?” I pry.

“Whichever one you’re using on me,” she grins.

I pull out a Hitachi Magic Wand. This I know how to use.

“After all your time in Harmony Springs, you still have something against Christmas?” she tuts.

“Shhhh,” I say, turning the vibrator on. It sounds like it has the horsepower of my Audi. “Think you can handle it?” I ask slyly.

“We should do some research and find out. ”

I gently push her back into the pillows and tug her panties off, pushing her thighs apart to give me the best access. I caress her pussy lips with one hand, while the other balances the vibrator on her clit. Her body tightens as the vibrations pulse against her, clutching the sheets beneath her in an effort to hold back the wave of pleasure building inside her. I watch, transfixed, as her eyes glaze over, hips bucking.

“Ava…” she moans, and a shudder of pleasure passes through me from hearing my name on her lips.

I slip two fingers inside her and increase the pressure of the Wand, adjusting the angle so I can determine the spot where the sensations are most intense. Jo’s moans grow louder, desperate and she tightens around my digits. I’m on the right track.

She begins to writhe and her knuckles whiten from grasping the sheets so tightly, so I crank up the intensity of the vibrator once more. Jo’s body responds, her fingers digging into my shoulder as she struggles to stay grounded.

“More…” she begs, her voice breaking.

I obey, pressing the vibrator more firmly against her as her hips grind against the pressure. Her breaths come in short, sharp bursts, each one laced with pleasure. I can sense the tension building in her muscles, the way her legs tremble uncontrollably.

Suddenly, Jo cries out, her body tensing as an orgasm rips through her. Her back arches off the bed, her toes curling as waves of pleasure wash over her. I keep the vibrator pressed firmly against her, riding out the storm until she collapses onto the bed, utterly spent.

For a moment, it’s silent, save for the buzzing of the vibrator still pressed against Jo’s sensitive skin. She lies there, panting heavily, chest rising and falling with each breath. I watch her, mesmerized by the sight of her completely undone, her vulnerability on full display.

Slowly, I pull the vibrator away and her eyes flutter open .

“It’s like you can read my body,” she says softly.

In my mind, I make a promise: I'll read every last chapter we have left.