Page 45 of Five Days of Christmas Spice

And then it’s an exchange of moans and sounds of need.

My hands are on his back, down to his trim waist, pressing against him as close as possible.

“I’m going to enter you now, Holly. Is that pussy still wet for me?” Noel shifts me slightly as he braces on the table, his dark eyes staring down at me. “Tell me.”

“My pussy is still wet for you.”

“Perfect.” He slams his lips against mine as his cock glides into my pussy. I moan in one long exhale as he rocks right into my core, his strokes slow and smooth.

He thrusts into me, his hands hold me on the table, and the sensations that break out of my skin are hot and thick, needing the release this man can give me.

“Holly,” he whispers against my neck. “Your pussy feels like a smooth whiskey, warm and bright.”

I cry out as he moves his body against mine. I rise from the table, meeting him thrust for thrust.

He kisses me, and I suck his lips, nuzzling my face against the crook of his neck as his thick cock pushes against my folds.

“Holly!” He says my name, and it echoes around the room, crashing over me in a sea of pleasure. I’ve never felt as wanted as I do now as he looks at me with sizzling heat. He rocks one, long thrust.

“Now, gorgeous girl, come with me!”

Out of my control, the orgasm bursts from my centre, taking me down in a crashing wall of bliss as I feel Noel’s release of hot seed in my core.

“That feels….felt amazing,” I say, catching my breath.

He lays a trail of kisses against me, then roughly kisses my mouth. “You’re amazing.”

My hair is sweaty, and a sheen of sweat is on Noel’s brow.

“Come here,” he lifts me off the table as if I were a fine piece of China, cuddling me close to his firm chest.

The floor is cool underneath my bare feet. I don’t know where my slippers are.

I laugh. “Have you seen my slippers?”

“No, but I’m sure I can return a pair to you by midnight.”

“Would you like your present to be a pumpkin?” I smirk.

“No. I want my present to be a Holly,” Noel grins at me as if he’s scored a point, and because he totally has, I laugh.

And we’re giggling together in a fit of hilarity that’s making tears cascade down my cheeks. “You’re a little goofy.”

“I know. Want to see my shower?” He exaggeratedly waggles his eyebrows.

And, to my horror, I snort. I cover my face with my hand, and Noel lifts it away from my face.

“You’re adorable and gorgeous and all mine. Time to shower.” He guides me to the bathroom.

“You’re kind of adorable, too,” I say, kissing his cheek quickly. “And kind of gorgeous.”

The bathroom’s decor matches the craven stone theme of the spa area. There is a walk-in shower big enough for two.

“Sit down, Holly.”

I sit on the bench, the tile cool under my skin, but something about the warm, glowy lights above the shower makes it feel surreal.

Suddenly, the water rushes down, and Noel walks through the pouring water. I’m content to sit on this bench and watch the water pour from his muscled back. He turns, and rivulets of water flow down his chest.

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