Page 26 of Sinful Santa
“I said fuck me,” she hissed in his ear and clenched her legs around him. Matt puffed out a curse and his hands tightened on her ass, his arms raising her up an inch or two before he slammed into her and set about doing what she’d told him.
This was the most alive she’d felt in… Tahlia didn’t know how long. At least as long as she’d lived with her grandfather. Matt panted out praises and curses that filled her ears as much as he filled her cunt and Tahlia was on the cusp much sooner than she’d expected. She just needed a little more…
Her fingers were almost on her clit when his hand bat hers away. Tahlia whined but his mouth closed over hers and smothered it.
“You’re going to come because I make you come,” he huffed, somehow keeping his pace despite the distraction. Tahlia nodded, too overcome to say a word, and groaned as his thick fingers pressed into the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. He circled her clit with a deadly precision that had Tahlia seeing stars.
Between that and his unrelenting cock she came apart mere seconds later, shaking and pulsing around him as she gasped his name over and over, like a sacred mantra only he could answer. He interrupted her with another, bruising kiss as she rode out her pleasure.
She knew the second he was about to pull out and dug her nails into his shoulders to stop him.
If Matt had been stunned earlier he was downright bewildered now.
“Are-”
“I'm sure.” Tahlia said and that was all he needed. Their lips met again as he renewed his thrusts, chasing his pleasure. Tahlia matched his movements, urging him on with kisses to his neck and whispered words of how good he felt inside her.
It wasn’t long before he stilled and uttered a low, drawn out groan that ended with her name, his head dropping to her chest. Tahlia shuddered at the sensation of him spilling inside her and kissed the top of his head with more gentleness than she expected to feel. That was the theme of the night, apparently: the unexpected.
A minute passed while they both recovered, their erratic breaths the only noise filling the hall.
Then Matt lifted his head and stared at Tahlia, the dim light from the nearest lamp glistening in his eyes.
“Fuck,” he breathed. Tahlia actually blushed.
“What a gentleman,” she quipped but a smile played at her mouth. Music from the ballroom drifted through the hall and the smile fell as she remembered where she was. “I, um, I should probably get back…”
“Right.” Maybe his nod was disappointed. Maybe she was imagining it. In any case he slowly pulled out of her. Tahlia almost - almost - released a whine of protest but bit her tongue. Matt gingerly set her down on her feet and, after tucking himselfback into his trousers, to her great surprise, knelt and pulled a handkerchief from his suit coat’s inside pocket. She didn’t breathe as he gently lifted her dress and cleaned the mess on her thighs.
When he was done he rose and slipped the handkerchief back into his pocket. Tahlia didn’t know what to say so she kissed him, soft and chastely at first but he wasn’t satisfied with that. Matt put his arms around her and pulled her in for a deeper kiss Tahlia couldn’t help reciprocating.
“Tahlia,” he rasped, not fully separating their mouths. “Tell me you want this to happen again.”
If her heart had been about to explode before, it was going nuclear now.
“What?” she blurted, for the most part to buy time. She hadn’t been expecting that.
Matt pulled away enough so that she could see his face. His expression was dark and hungry and sent a shiver down her spine.
“I don’t want this to be a one-off.” He lifted a hand and tucked a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. “I don’t think you do, either.”
“How do you know what I want?” Her response wasn’t waspish. She was honestly curious. “You don’t know me. No one does.”
“But I do. I do know you, sweetheart.” Matt whispered. “Better than I know myself. I know what you are. What you need.”
“What do I need? You?” she laughed quietly. “You’ve got some ego.”
But he slipped his hand around and cupped the back of her head, curling his fingers into her hair and drawing her close to his mouth again. Tahlia sucked in a breath and gripped his shirtin her hands. New arousal coiled in her core and she couldn’t help the way she molded herself to him.
“Yes. You need me.” His voice was deeper somehow, richer, and reverberated through her body like a bass drum. He was right. She was thrumming, alive, feeling again and it was because of him.
“Yes.” Her voice shook as she admitted it. “I want this. Want you.”
Tahlia didn’t really know why. Maybe it was all lust or maybe there was something else there. Something emotional. It didn’t matter at the moment. Maybe it didn’t matter at all. But what she did know was that the events of that night were definitely happening again.
He seemed surprised by her candor but a small smile lifted his lips and he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.
As she tried to return the kiss, Tahlia felt herself wake. She looked around the
