Chapter 5
"Girls like rough boys" I remember reading on a blog, "they love some who likes to take charge and dominate them". I smiled and silently thanked whoever wrote that masterpiece.
Yvonne turned around as she felt me grab her butt. Smiling, she pulled me closer and whispered in my ear "Boy, you bad".
She placed my hands on her ass (official invitation), put her arms around my neck and whispered in my ear again "Ask! I am your Santa Claus baby.
She was a bit shorter than me, so as she pressed her body against mine, I could feel my lagbaja (dick) pressing against her stomach.
Just like it was in the novels, I was lost in the moment. The Loudspeakers weren't as loud as my heartbeat, and the vibrations I felt from the same speakers weren't as strong as Yvonne's heartbeat.
The Dancefloor seemed empty as I couldn't notice anyone around else around us.
"Kiss me baby" was all I heard.
I planted a soft kiss on her upper lip as she raised her head up, then I felt a warmth breath almost like she was relieved. This made me lose it.
I went on a kissing spree, focusing on her neck, earlobes and momentarily her lower lips while her hands ran through my back.
I was kissing her neck and then I whispered. "Santa gives gifts where nobody sees him you know?"
"Yeah Babe, why don't we head to the Northpole so you choose a gift you never asked for?" She asked with the kind of whisper that could make a grown Man fold.