Page 23 of Mine for the Holidays
Still wearing my boxers, I press my erection between her parted thighs. “So impatient,” I chuckle before the heat of her apex causes me to moan. “So hot.” I shift down her body and position myself so my face is right between her legs and take a moment to admire her glistening seam. “This is what I wanted to do to you at Thanksgiving. I swear I’ve dreamed of touching you every night since.” My dick jumps as I run my hand down her mound, teasing either side of her pink lips.
“I’ve dreamed of you too.”
“Did you pleasure yourself thinking about me?”
“Yes,” she whispers like she’s taking a risk in telling me. It makes me want her even more.
“Me too,” I say as I slip one thick finger into her depths and we both moan at the same time. “I imagined just what it would be like touching you right here as I touched myself.”
“How does it compare?”
“Nothing compares to the real thing,” I say as I look up and meet her eyes. “And my imagination never let me do this.” I don’t give her the chance to process what that meant before I’m clamping my mouth over her clit, my tongue swirling around the tight bundle of nerves as my fingers move inside, pumping in and out as she moans and whispers while she pulls on my hair and presses her thighs around my head, hips moving, fucking my face. I love every moment of it.
“Holy shit! Oh god! Nate!” Her orgasm hits so fast that I’m almost not ready for it. But I curl my arms around her thighs, holding her against my mouth as I double down, forcing those moans to turn into screams as her back arches off the bed and she explodes against my face again. “Holy fuuuuuuuck!”
She pulls my hair like the reins of a horse as I slow the movement of my tongue and fingers, bringing her back down to earth. The moment she releases her grip on my hair, I lift my head and take a much-needed breath as I wipe my hand over my mouth and grin down at my gorgeous Delaney. “NowI’m going to fuck you.”
Delaney
“You can let me know if I’m as good as your fleshlight,” I tease as Nate removes his boxers and climbs over me, kissing and sucking until his face is aligned with mine and the tip of his cock is pressed against my center.
“There’s no competition, gorgeous,” he murmurs, pressing nibbling kisses to my lips as his tip glides against my slick entrance. He moans. “I’m not even inside you yet, and I know you win. Because I love you, you’re perfect and real, and as far as that contraption is concerned, I plan to throw it off the balcony for the sharks to fuck. You never know, it might make them happier.”
“Maybe.” I giggle, placing my hands against his muscular chest and loving the sensation. “I think it’s really kind of you to share your toys.”
He releases a laugh, his blue eyes shining with mirth. “As long as I never have to share you.”
“Never,” I whisper, feeling happier than I have in a very long time. “I’m all yours.”
“All mine. Then let’s say goodbye to Liam Tribiani,” he says, pushing inside me and stretching my walls. It takes a moment for me to adjust to his thick girth, and I moan at the sensation, my eyes rolling back in my head from pleasure.
“And hello to Nate Charmers. Oh, God, that feels good,” I hiss once he’s fully seated. “I feel so…full.”
“Hmmm. You’re so tight, gorgeous. Better than I imagined.” He places a hand at the base of my neck then trails his fingertips down the center of my torso, all the way to my stomach, then lower until he’s tracing circles around my clit. “Think you can come again?”
I nod, my body feeling alive and on fire in the most delicious of ways.
“That’s my girl.” He hums pleasurably as he pushes his cock a little deeper before dragging back, excruciatingly slow, his eyes never leaving mine while his fingers continue to tease. “Feel good?”
“Wonderful,” I force out as he slams back in with one fluid motion, grinding his pelvis against mine and making everything inside me stand up and sing Jingle Bells, like it was Santa himself who sent this early Christmas miracle to me, a reward for my many years of waiting for the right one. “Oh, Nate.”
“Delaney. Tell me you’re mine. I want to hear you say it while I’m fucking you.”
“I’m yours, Nate. I was yours in that café, and I’ll be yours until I die. I love you. I love you. I—” Every fiber in my body shudders as he moves. Back and forth, long, languid strokes as he circles my clit, around and around, applying the perfect amount of pressure until he has me screaming again. “Holy shit!”
He groans as I come around him, my insides clenching against his shaft, pulsing and milking him as he hisses through his teeth. “Fuck, baby. Yes. Keep squeezing me.” Then he hooks my leg over his shoulder picking up the pace, fingers gripping my hips as we collide, again and again and again. I don’t come down, I just keep riding the high and howling with ecstasy, spiraling to yet another release.
“Nate!” I howl, my throat tearing as I scream.
“You feel too good, gorgeous. Just a little longer. I need to fuck you a little longer.” Each word is punctuated with a thrust as he slams into me, skin slapping against skin. I might die if I don’t come down soon, the pressure in my core is so intense that I may literally explode.But what a way to go!
“Oh, Nate! Fuuuuck!”
He grits his teeth as he buries himself deep with a bone-grinding pump. “Yes!Delaney! Fuck!” He shudders, and I scream, my entire body tightening and shaking. I honestly don’t know which way is up or down anymore, and I have a feeling security will soon be knocking on our cabin door.
“Holy crap. Holy god. Holy Santa.”
Nate’s hand pushes my hair away from my face. “Holy Santa?” he asks, out of breath but smiling, his skin glistening with a sheen of sweat.
