On the morning of the Annual Winter Wonderland Gingerbread House Competition in Winter Pine, Pennsylvania, Monica had been up since five o’clock finishing her perfect Victorian-inspired gingerbread house.
“Mon, it’s amazing.” The low voice whispering behind her made her flinch slightly, causing her to make a light imprint with her fingertip in some icing along the peaked roof. She drew her hand away quickly and as she stepped back, she leaned into Jared’s broad chest. He enveloped her in a bear hug. “Good morning.” He sighed into her hair, then breathed in deeply the scent of sugar and ginger. “You’ve been up all night?”
Monica was exhausted. She closed her eyes and nodded, needing his strength to hold her up. She brushed her bangs out of her eyes.
Jared released her and she turned to face him. “I know you want to work,” he said. “I won’t get in your way. Do you want some coffee?” He raised his hand to her cheek and used his thumb to brush at a smudge of flour but he didn’t quite get it all. She leaned her cheek into the palm of his hand. She licked her lips and looked up at him, eyes wide. “I know that look,” Jared whispered. “You don’t want coffee.”
Monica smiled. She wrapped her arms around his head and drew him down close for a kiss. He made to push her against the table. “No!” she cried out. “Not in front of the gingerbread people!”
Jared laughed. The last thing he wanted was to send the gingerbread house off the table crashing to the floor. “Next to the coffee maker?” He nodded toward the counter.
Jared pushed a bag of gumdrops aside on the counter and lifted himself up to sit on the edge. Monica used the stepstool, out from reaching those gumdrops from a high shelf earlier, to climb up onto the counter after him. She wrapped her legs around his waist.
Jared slipped a hand under her robe and was surprised to feel her warm pussy instead of her panties. He slipped a finger inside her. She groaned and put her hand on his cock, warm through the flannel of his pajama pants, pressing tight against the fabric. She freed his cock from the fly and smiled widely as it jumped up to greet her.
Monica lifted her hips and hovered over Jared’s cock, the tip just resting against her clit. “I want you so badly,” she whispered, her lips nuzzled in the hair behind his ear.
Jared’s hands rested on her hips as she slid down slowly. His cock filled her bit by bit until she settled on his lap, his cock deep insider her, the bottom of her thighs tight against the top of his. He grabbed her hips tightly, holding her firmly in place. “You feel so great,” he whispered.
She sat still for a moment, enjoying the feel of him inside her. Then she moved her hips slightly, just enough friction to send a wave of warmth through her pussy. Little by little she felt the pressure build. Jared held her tight. He tensed as she rode him. When she came, he held her tight, and all the exhaustion of the last few days flowed out of her.
With a deep sigh, Monica rested her head sleepily on his shoulder. “Do you have time to go back to bed for a nap?” Jared asked.
“No,” she said, glancing at the clock. “I need to shower and pack up my gingerbread house.” Monica reluctantly unwound her legs and climbed down. She adjusted her robe and gave Jared one more smile before turning out of the room.
“I’ll have coffee ready when you get out,” he called after her.
Later, Jared helped her place the pieces into two large cardboard cake boxes and secured them in the car for her. The roof wasn’t attached yet; Monica would do that at the setup. A third, smaller box held several gingerbread men and women. She’d use two in the display but had some extras just in case.
The conference room was a whir of activity as teams and individuals unpacked their displays. Monica glanced around the room and realized she didn’t have much competition. She was still anxious about finally snagging that first place, though.
“Monica!” A woman wearing a berry red twinset and waving a clipboard hurried toward her.
“I’d better see to this,” Monica said, kissing Jared on the cheek.
“No problem, I’ll set the roof on for you.”
Monica turned her back on Jared and the gingerbread house for a minute to talk to the berry red twinset. When she turned back, Jared was stepping away from the table, dusting powdered sugar off his hands.
“All set for you to finish up,” he said. “I need to run to the car for a sec. I forgot my phone in there.”
“Okay, see you in a minute.” Monica kissed his cheek as he walked away.
Monica placed her gingerbread couple side-by-side in the front lawn of the house. As she wiped some icing from the edge one of the windowsills, Monica peeked through the window.
Against an inside wall of the gingerbread house two gingerbread figures were stuck together with a smear of icing across their stomachs. They were slightly askew. She saw a smudge of flour on the face of the figure with its back to the wall.