Page 15 of Her Christmas Lumberjack

In response, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him hard, moving my hips against him. He tastes like sex—raw and musky—and I moan as his tongue fills my mouth. His cock starts to slide in and out of my pussy, every inch hitting delicious spots deep inside me that I never knew existed. He’s moving hesitantly, like he’s scared to break me, and I pull away from our kiss with a gasp.

“It feels so good,” I tell him. “Please…go faster…I can take it.”

Nolan’s eyes darken. “Okay, sugar. Show me how good you can take it.”

He moves, thrusting his hips in a punishing rhythm that makes my back arch with pleasure. His naked body rubs against me, his hard chest brushing my sensitive nipples, and I wrap my legs around his hips, wanting him closer, deeper.

Nolan’s gaze is fixed on me, his eyes molten. He’s looking at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, sweat beading on his forehead as he fucks me hard, our bodies meeting desperately. It’s so intense. The bed groans beneath us, springs creaking, the sounds of Nolan’s cock slapping into me filling the room. I close my eyes and a sob escapes my lips, the sensations overwhelming me.

“Look at me, sugar.” Nolan’s voice is a command. “I want to see those pretty eyes when I fuck you.”

I do as he says, my body trembling as my orgasm blooms.

“Oh, God!” I whimper. “Oh, Nolan…”

The sound of his name seems to spur him on. I see stars as he stuffs me full of his cock again and again, pounding me until all I can do is scream. He grabs my chin and forces me to look at him, those eyes never leaving my face as he says, “Come on my cock, sugar. Show me what a good girl you are.”

My pleasure builds, everything tightening, an elastic band pulled taut. My vision blurs, nothing but pools of blue swimming in front of me. Then the world explodes.

“NOLAN!”

Pure bliss rockets through me. A dam bursting. I squirm wildly, but Nolan pins me down with his body, his movements turning jerky.

“Fuck, Aurora. That’s it.”

His voice sounds far away, and a moment later, he lets out a primal moan, his cock throbbing inside me as he fills me with hot strings of cum. Finally, he collapses on top of me, arms tightening around my back as I shudder through the aftershocks of my orgasm. After a while, our breathing slows, and the only sound is the gentle wind outside swirling snowflakes past the window.

“That was fucking incredible,” Nolan says, easing off me and pulling my back against his chest. “You were perfect, Aurora.”

“So were you.”

I grin to myself, butterflies swirling in my belly. It feels so good to be in Nolan’s arms, our naked bodies melded, hearts beating in time. It feels right.

Nolan presses kisses on my neck, his breath warming my ear as he says, “I have an idea…a way for us to make Christmas Eve special.”

I roll over to face him, smiling at the twinkle in his eye. “Sounds good. I want to hear it.”

“The idea is pretty simple…basically, we stay in bed all day and do that all over again.”

He runs the pad of his thumb against my bottom lip, eyes on my mouth like he’s about to kiss me.

“I think that’s the best Christmas Eve idea anybody has ever had.”

Our lips meet, warm and yielding, and I surrender myself to Nolan, letting the rest of the world fall away.

I cranemy neck to check the time on my phone. It’s after midnight, and I’m in Nolan’s room, curled up beside him. We spent all day in bed together, aside from a couple of breaks for food, and it was better than I ever could have imagined. My whole body feels warm and sated, and the delicious soreness between my legs is a constant reminder of how Nolan claimed me again and again.

But my mind isn’t as calm.

All day I’ve let myself forget everything—the lies, the secrets. Now it’s hitting me all over again, a familiar anxiety gnawing at my brain.

Who knows how much progress Liz is making?

As I look at Nolan, his handsome features relaxed in sleep, I feel a rush of determination. I can’t just lie here doing nothing. Sleep feels a million miles away, so I quietly grab my phone and get out of bed, pulling on Nolan’s t-shirt before padding into the guestroom.

My bag is in the corner where I left it yesterday. I rifle through the Reese’s and empty chip packets before my handcloses on the folder that Liz gave me before I left Denver. I open it and spread the papers out beside the bed so they’re hidden from the door, in case Nolan comes in unexpectedly. Once everything is laid out, I quickly check my phone for updates from Liz.

Nothing.

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