Page 21 of An Unexpected Christmas
Another low growl escapes my throat, and I don’t waste another second. My lips crash to hers, claiming her with a hunger that feels like it belongs to her alone. The way she feels against me, her taste, I’ve kissed her once, and I don’t want to stop. She gasps against my mouth as I pull her closer, my free hand moving south until it’s splayed at the small of her back, pressing her against me, letting her feel exactly how much I want her.
I deepen the kiss, my tongue sweeping against hers, and she moans softly, the sound sparking something primal in me.
Her eyes blaze with heat as she pulls back breathlessly, rolling her own hips into mine. “That all for me?”
My eyes close when she tries the move again, and I mutter a curse before I capture her lips. I lift her effortlessly into my arms, where she quickly wraps her legs around my waist, her arms encircling my neck like we have done this a million times before.
I carry her through the doorway of her room, the urgency in our kisses never faltering. When my legs hit the bed, I lower her down gently, following until I’m hovering above her. Her curls fan wild across the pillow, a halo made reckless by my hands, her lips pink and swollen with my kisses. And those eyes—god, those eyes —threaded with gold, shifting shades that catch the low light and hold me captive. Her hands roam overmy shoulders, my chest, her touch igniting a fire under my skin that I know won’t be quenched until I’ve had my fill of her.
I trail kisses down the line of her jaw, to the delicate curve of her neck, where her pulse beats frantically under my lips.
“Sam,” she breathes, my name barely audible as I continue my path, tasting her skin, savoring every inch. My cock strains against my jeans, desperate for release, but I need to make her come more than I need that. Her hands slide to my hair, threading through it as she pulls me closer, her breath turning into soft gasps.
My hands slide down her sides, feeling the cool, slightly damp fabric of her shirt clinging to her skin. The chill of the material against my fingertips contrasts with the heat radiating from her body, and drives me wild.
“Will you let me undress you, Frankie?” I ask, need rasping my voice.
She nods and arches her back as I peel her shirt up; the material clinging stubbornly to her, and she lifts her arms to help me. The moment the shirt is gone, I toss it aside and take my fill of her pert breasts, dark nipples puckering beneath my stare. “You weren’t wearing a bra tonight? Such a naughty girl, anyone could’ve seen these.” I pinch her left nipple gently, and she moans, pushing it into my hand again. So greedy.
“You’re stunning,” I whisper, unable to keep the awe out of my voice as I lean down, pressing a soft kiss to the curve of her shoulder. My hands trail down to the waistband of her plaidpajamas, but leave her underwear, and wait for her to give me a nod to continue.
The color that warms her face is nothing short of adorable when she nods again, biting down on her bottom lip. I tug gently, sliding the material down her legs, careful and slow, letting my fingers brush against her skin as I go. I’m teasing myself just as much as her, but I need to keep myself in check or I’ll blow too early. The fabric pools on the floor, forgotten, as I take in the sight of her in front of me, only in a thong. My cock leaks inside my boxers and every thought about restraint is tested as I take her in . Curved in all the right places, she’s a goddamn wet dream.
“Sam,” she purrs. My name on her lips is like a siren call as I rush back up to claim her mouth. I hum against her as she opens for me. “I’m here, baby.”
“I need…” She pulses her hand, moving down to cup herself over the lace covering her pussy. I’d love to watch her play with herself, show me her confidence, but I want to be the one to push her over the edge.
“What do you want? My fingers or my mouth?” I ask, removing her hand, letting her know that I’m going to be taking care of her.
“I want it all, now, right now,” she begs. “Take off everything and make me come.”
I immediately dive in to take a nipple in my mouth. Her warm skin pebbles as I flick the tip with my tongue over and over until she’s writhing again. Does she know her skin tastes like sugar?
Snaking my hand down, I move over to the other breast and do the same until I graze against her panties. Dipping inside, I slowly drag my middle finger down her covered center and apply pressure over her swollen clit.
I pop off her nipple to watch her writhe, and I have to grind my hips into the mattress to relieve some pressure in my aching cock. “More,” she hisses, and I love hearing her ask for it.
Lowering my head to her stomach, I pepper kisses down her abdomen. It’s soft and curved in all the right places, perfect. When I get to her pussy, I press one kiss to the front of the damp fabric and she shoots upright, eyes glossy and mouth open.
“Sam?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Take my panties off and fuck me with your tongue,” she says, leaving no room for pleasantries. It hits me hard, because this is Frankie—sweet, neighborly, sunshine-bright Frankie, now laid out beneath me, demanding the filthiest thing I can give her. Fuck, do I want to give it to her.
“You ask so brazenly,” I say darkly as I drag her panties down her legs, baring her to me. I groan, palming my aching length in my jeans still before locking eyes with her and pulling off my shirt, loving her eyes all over me. “Show me how desperate you are for it, Frankie.”
She flops backward with a tortured sound rumbling through her. “So desperate,” she hisses. “Please, Sam, eat my pussy, fuck my pussy, do whatever you want to it just… please, please, please, do something.”
Fuck, I love hearing her ask for what she wants.
“Since you used your manners this time, I think I can give you what you want.”
Frankie
I fucked the Grinch
His words send a shiver down my spine, my whole body buzzing, desperate and wired. I can’t think. I can barelybreathewith the way he’s looking at me, like I’m the most irresistible thing he’s ever seen.
