Page 42 of Santa Baby Maybe
“I need to fuck you, Joy,” I growled.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Okay. That.”
It wasn’t sane or rational, just this desperate need to be inside of her. I moved my hands up her thighs, which were still wrapped around my waist, and stuffed them into her pajama bottoms only to find she was naked underneath them. I squeezed her soft ass cheeks and heard her gasp. With one hand I explored further, down to her core where I could feel the wet heat before I was actually touching it, sinking my fingers into it.
“Joy,” I muttered in a voice that didn’t feel like it was my own. “I’m going to set you down on your left leg, and we’re going to take these off you.”
Her head nodded once, twice against my shoulder.
Slowly, I lowered her until she was taking all her weight on her left leg, even as I slid the pajama bottoms over her ass and down her thighs and they dropped to a heap on the floor. My hands went to my belt, unbuckling it with hands I knew were shaking. I undid the buttons of my slacks and pulled out my impossibly hard dick. After that there was no thinking, no consideration for anything but the driving need to be inside her.
I’d only kissed her, palmed her. Only slid one finger inside her. This wasn’t how I fucked. I liked to take my time. I liked to make my partner come a few times. Women’s bodies were instruments I loved to play.
I wasn’t a taker. I wasn’t this insane person.
I lifted her again and pinned her to the door. I heard the thunk of her head against the wood. Geezus. What the hell was I doing?
“Joy?”
“Do it,” she said. “Please just do it. I need you in me so bad.”
I didn’t hesitate. I pushed my hips against her, my dick seeming to find its way home without any guidance from me. The head slipped inside of her and it felt hotter and wetter than anything I’d ever known in my life. I thrust hard and felt her body give away to mine.
“Unhh,” she moaned, again knocking her head back against the door. I pulled her hips toward me while I pushed up deep inside of her.
Shit, fuck, this was so fucking hot. Why was she so hot? It felt like she was burning me from the inside out. Maybe it was that, or maybe it was the feel of my precum spurting out of me in warning that if I didn’t get my shit together fast, this going to end way too soon. I locked down my body and got back into my head.
I pressed my forehead against hers and together we panted out breaths.
“Did I hurt you?” I asked.
“No,” she whispered. “But you need to move. I need you to move. God, W.B., I’m so close.”
It was with that first slick stroke pulling out of her that suddenly it made sense. Why she was so hot and wet. Why this felt so incredibly good. I wasn’t wearing a condom.
“Fuck,” I muttered as I pulled completely free from her body. And the loss of her heat was like a kick to the stomach.
“Noooo,” she moaned. “I’m so close. Please.”
“Condom. I need a condom,” I panted. “Okay, baby, one more time, I’m going to lower you onto that left leg.”
Which I did. Then I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my wallet. I’d put a condom inside weeks ago, telling myself I needed to be prepared if one of my blind dates connected, but the reality was that I’d been thinking about this impossibly crazy moment instead.
I slid the condom out and tossed the wallet over my shoulder. As quickly as I’d ever done it in my life, I sheathed my cock and then, without hesitation, I lifted Joy against the door again and this time was fucking her without any restraint. I pulled her thighs apart and fucked into her high and deep.
I felt her hands scratching at my back, trying to pull my shirt free where it was still tucked into my pants. Then her hands were on my skin, her nails digging into the small of my back, and it unleashed a whole new intensity.
I closed my eyes and focused on slow and steady thrusts. I wanted to own her body. I wanted every sigh, every whimper. All of these things were mine. Pressing deeper, I shifted my cock inside her and heard her gasp.
“There, please, there.”
I hit the spot deep inside her and worked it. Snapping my hips so hard I was afraid I might break her. Instead, she gasped again and then cried out. Then I felt it. Maybe like I’d never felt it before. Her orgasm. The one I’d given her. She was squeezing me so hard from the inside I felt my eyeballs roll back into my head and I no longer had control over my body.
One more hard thrust, then another. Shamefully, I whimpered as I came, joining her in her orgasm.
It could have been an hour or a minute that I stood there with her in my arms, both of us trying to catch our breath.
“I’ve never done that before,” she said thickly, as if speech were difficult.
