Page 95 of Five Days of Christmas Spice

Leaning my forehead against hers, I take in her bright eyes her parted lips.

“I need you, Holly,” I work the clasp on her bra and free her breasts.

“Me too. I need you.”

“So damn gorgeous.”

And I take her nipple into my mouth, sucking on it. It’s the fine wine taste I remember, and I can’t get enough.

Holly meets my eyes, and the heat in hers reflects the burning rolling through my body. I can’t get enough of her, all of her. I swallow hard on her nipple before switching to the other one. She’s pulling off my belt, unzipping my fly, and I let her, all the while I am licking her breast.

The heat rolling off me is enough to consume me, but I will not combust before I make sure she does.

“Spread those legs for me.”

She spreads her legs wide with a small smile, and they come around me, grasping my waist. I shift her slightly so I have a better angle, and with a groan, I plunge into her.

She’s so wet.

I close my eyes, luxuriating in the feel of her molten pussy on my cock. She gasps as I tilt my hips to go deeper. And deeper again.

Holy takes every inch, and I exhale in a hiss, loud enough that it bounces off the walls.

“I want to fuck you hard and deep,” I say into her neck.

She grabs my shoulders. “Yes. Do that.”

Damn.

Sweat breaks out on her cupid’s bow. She pants as my cock is sleeved by her heat, even hotter, deeper than ever before.

My vision blurs as I pound inside her.

“You’re perfect,” My lips are on her soft skin. I need to keep tasting her, to keep drinking in this moment.

She gyrates against me, arching her hips, giving me even more room. I sink even deeper into her tight pussy.

“That’s so good.”

Her words are the signal I need to devour her completely. My mouth is on her again. I’m swallowing up her mewls.

She moans under me, matching the cries that pour out of my lips.

I am lost in her body sensations, how soft and welcoming she is to me, and how she fits perfectly against me.

I piston into her with long, quick strokes that she matches by lifting her hips every single time.

Her face contorts, and I want to make her come undone because I remember how beautiful she looks as the orgasm hits her, and I can’t wait to get her there.

The whip of roaring blood fills the space between my ears. The only thing I can hear is my heartbeat and her moans of pleasure.

“Please, Noel.”

Never have I been so sure of anything in my entire life, as I am sure that I don’t want to live a second without this woman beside me.

Holly’s scent of arousal permeates the air and drives me to quicken my pace. The bed is slamming against the wall, and I don’t care.

Holly lets out a low, piercing mewl, and it’s the best sound I’ve ever heard. It shoots through my veins in a primal way. That’s my woman.

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