Page 25 of Sinful Santa
“Who’s right?” she whispered, not wanting to wake the kids.
“The kids,” he murmured and stepped forward out of the shadows. Tahlia didn't take her eyes off him, nor did she think she could if she wanted to, his bright gaze - intense and full of unspoken feelings - holding her still. “They’re right. You deserve better than that idiot.”
“Do I?” she couldn’t help scoffing. “After what I said to you?” Shame managed to pull her attention down to the floor. “I’m sorry, Matt. I shouldn’t have gotten angry with you…”
Strong fingers beneath her chin pulled her face back up. Matt’s stare was fierce and he was so close now Tahlia could barely breathe, but still she leaned in, allowing her head to drift back a little bit more. His fingers slid from her chin to her cheek, following the tracks of her tears. Maybe she imagined it, but his hand seemed to be shaking.
“You do deserve better,” he insisted in a rasp. “You’re kind and compassionate. You’re stronger than you know. You’re…” his eyes fell to her mouth, and he swallowed. His fingers curled around the back of her neck, drawing her closer. Tahlia’s breath hitched.
“Matt…”
There was no hesitation from either of them. Not even a full second passed before the inches separating them disappeared. It was a tentative kiss at first, but when Tahlia gripped his shirt and gave the slightest tug, it became so much more. Tahlia didn’t know if she’d ever been kissed like that. It was as if all the world depended on that kiss; overwhelming but just right.
And over as quickly as it started.
Matt was flat against the opposite wall, staring at her and breathing like he’d run a marathon. At first, Tahlia thought he was reeling but happily so, only to realize with a sinking heart, that the look in his eyes wasn’t happiness. It was fear and…disappointment.
Without a word, he strode away and Tahlia was left in an empty hallway, confused and hurt. A moment later she heard his bedroom door shut. She touched her mouth, wondering if maybe she’d imagined the whole thing; that her brain had manifested a fantasy straight from her dreams, but her lips were kiss-swollen and a little sore, assuring her it had been real.
“Why?” she wondered aloud, looking after where he’d gone as if he’d reappear and answer her. But he didn’t. She was still alone. Just as she always was.
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He was so solid. More than the wall at her back. His hands, his chest, his arms. His hip where’d she’d slung her leg. Where he stood between her thighs. Everywhere.
Except his mouth. His mouth was soft even as his tongue demanded entrance between her lips. Tahlia opened to him with a sigh.
His hands - they’d made a mess of her hair, ruining the careful style she’d worn that night - trailed down her sides, fingers dancing against the silk of her red dress as they looked for purchase. His pelvis ground into hers and she gasped at the fire ignited by the friction. She wondered if he felt the flame, too.
From the sound of his answering groan, he did.
Tahlia reached down between them and palmed him - already hard - over his trousers. His breath stuttered and he thrust into her hand. A proud little smile lifted Tahlia’s lips which disappeared as his mouth latched onto her neck and he sucked a mark she knew she wouldn’t be able to cover.
“Matt,” she hissed. A low laugh was his response. That wouldn’t do. Tahlia planted her hands on his cheeks and drew him back to her face. She took his plump bottom lip between hers and sucked it into her mouth, allowing her teeth to scrapethe soft flesh as she pulled away. His stunned expression lasted only a second before he growled and gripped her ass in both hands to lift her up. Tahlia wrapped her legs around him instinctively - thanking her lucky stars she was wearing a flowy dress with a slit up her thigh - and her hands flew up to his shoulders and oh, it was perfect. He was lined up exactly where she wanted him. Just his trousers remained between them.
One large hand slipped beneath the folds of her dress and when he reached his goal he groaned.
“You’re not wearing… Tahlia…”
Tahlia pressed her lips to the corner of his mouth.
“I want you to fuck me.” She whispered.
A shudder went through his body and his chest heaved. “Are you sure?”
More sure than she’d been in a long time. “Yes,” she said instead. To prove her point she lowered one hand to his fly and did not break eye contact as she undid the clasp and lowered the zipper. When she reached inside she was delighted to find he wasn’t wearing anything beneath his trousers either. His cock was standing erect and proud and Tahlia couldn’t help looking down to watch as her fingers closed around him and she stroked.
A guttural noise ripped from his throat and his forehead dropped to her shoulder. Tahlia curled her fingers where they gripped his hair, scraping his scalp as she gave him two more strokes, her thumb swirling around his tip, before she guided him to her entrance. She wasn’t worried about taking him. He was big but she’d been wet for him since they’d left the bar, before they’d found a dark hallway and she’d pulled him against her by his tie and he’d begun to kiss her like his life depended on it.
Matt raised his head as his cock slipped through her folds and his mouth took hers in a hard, desperate kiss she meltedagainst. How long had he wanted her? As long as she’d realized she’d wanted him?
Slowly he inched his way inside her and Tahlia gasped at the way he stretched her. No one had ever felt the way he did. She wasn’t sure anyone ever would.
Once he was fully seated he paused and Tahlia was grateful. She hadn’t thought she’d need a moment to adjust but she did. Their chests rose and fell in tandem and Tahlia could tell he was trembling just a little bit. She encircled her arms around his shoulders. She was ready.
“Matt, move.”
Too much and not enough. That’s what he was. Every time he pushed in she thought she’d cry but every time he pulled out she wanted to cry even more because he was leaving. It was slow and tortuous and beautiful. But she wanted more. She needed more.
