Page 60 of Five Days of Christmas Spice

I close my eyes, sinking into the sensations.

She lifts up even more, and I can’t do anything other than pound into her.

Thrusting, long and deep, holding back my pace, I ride her so hard sweat breaks out on my brow.

Holly cries out.

She’s so tight, fitted to me in all the right ways.

I drill into her as she bears down on me even more, crying out in a screeching, “Yes!”

I am so gone.

Enveloped in her molten heat, she’s gorgeous under me, her flush a pretty pink, her nipples harden. I feel her skin pressing into me, and it drives my pleasure.

Until I burst, my release coming hard.

“Gorgeous Pet!”

The orgasm rips from my body, and I tremble and withdraw from her tightness.

She crawls over to me and wraps her arms around my waist. I close my eyes against her softness, her submission so damn pure I could swim in it forever.

“Good Pet.”

For a long moment, there is only the sound of our heavy breathing. I sit on the floor and wrap her in my arms. Finding her mouth, I kiss her tenderly.

“What an awesome present.”

She laughs.

I cup her face in my hands and kiss her forehead.

“Holly, how are you feeling?”

Hot tears flow down her cheeks. “Too much! It’s too much.”

“I got you. I love those tears. Good girl, Holly,” I soothe. With her in my arms, still sitting on the floor, I grab the robe at the end of her bed and throw it over her shoulders.

“Come with me.” I stand, offer my hand, and lead her into the bathroom. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

“I’m cold.”

Her skin is all goosebumps, and her teeth are clattering. Quickly, I turn on the shower and ease her into it.

Though I want to take my time and relish in her body, grabbing a washcloth, I squirt some body wash on it and clean between her legs.

“Turn, please.”

She does, and gently, I swipe the washcloth between her legs, then taking the shower head down, I wash her bum.

“You’re hosing me down.” Holly giggles as I direct the stream right between her gorgeous ass cheeks.

“I got to take care of my Pet,” I murmur.

“Thank you, Noel.” Her eyes are shiny with tears.

I turn off the tap, guide her out of the shower and take a fluffy towel off the back of the door. I dry her off.

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