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All my thoughts converge on one thing:her.
I can’t decide if I want to spread her out on the counter and bury my face between her lush thighs to taste her pussy or see how many of my fingers she can take when I fuck her with them first.
I wanteverythingwith her at once. To take my time. To make her unravel for me hard and fast. To make love to her all night.
My teeth graze her nipples as a fiercely possessive side of me takes over.
Holly ismine. Tonight, tomorrow, on Christmas—for all fucking time.
Her body arches. With a sharp gasp, she tugs my head away from her breasts and leans in to kiss my jawline.
“Take me to bed, Caleb,” she murmurs against my ear.
Fuck.
Those are five words I’ve only heard her say in my dreams. Arousal pulses through me, hot and throbbing right to my rigid cock. I’ve never almost come in my own pants so fast in my life.
“God, I’ve wanted to hear you say that.”
“Then don’t keep me waiting.” She tilts her head with the sexiest expression, her plush lips curved playfully and her blue eyes radiant with desire.
I know my universal truth then and there—I’ll do anything in my power to give her the entire goddamn world.
Right after I fuck her senseless to make up for all the lost time between us.
Holly’s arms circle my neck and she hovers her mouth over mine. “I need you inside me.”
My grip spasms on her waist. I toss her over my shoulder, enjoying the hell out of the way it makes her squeal with laughter.
“Anything for you, sugar cookie,” I croon with a low, smoky chuckle.
Her ass jiggles perfectly when I smack it. Grinning, I hug her legs tighter and give her thigh a teasing bite on our way upstairs.
When we reach my room, I set her down gently and fall to my knees before her. Kissing my way up her thighs, I knead them with reverence. As I reach her apex, I leer up at her.
She catches her lip with her teeth, chest heaving with labored breaths. I hook my fingers in her bikini bottom and peel it off her, discarding it once she steps out of it. Gazing up at her completely bare for me, I swallow hard.
She’s perfect.
Absolutely fuckingperfect.
And I’m a man who’s starving for her.
I press my face against her abdomen with a groan before I lose control. Trailing open mouthed kisses across her soft skin,I make my way to her mound and tease her with the tip of my tongue tracing the seam of her folds.
“Oh my god,” she hisses when I brush her clit.
She lifts her leg over my shoulder to give me better access. I grin against her body. That’s my greedy girl, not asking for what she wants but demanding it of me. I’m all too happy to oblige.
My mouth covers her pussy, fervent and unrelenting. I keep her balance steady with an arm locked around her leg and slip a finger into her, working it in and out of her until she starts rocking her hips. I give her more, fucking her with my fingers as I suck on her clit.
“Oh, oh f-fuck! Right there. I’m going to come.” She grips the back of my head with a hazy cry, keeping me right where she craves me.
I let her have her exactly what she needs, lapping at her clit until she stills with a gasp. The sound she makes when she comes is music to my ears.
Easing back, I drink in the sight of her blissed out from my mouth. I can’t wait to make her come while my cock is buried inside her.
Once she catches her breath, she cards her fingers through my hair affectionately and wipes her thumb across my lip coated with her wetness. I kiss it tenderly.
