Page 27 of There's Only One Sleigh
I don’twantto.
We’ve been sitting almost sideways, facing each other, and then one of us—I don’t know if it’s me or him, or maybe both—leans in and then we’re kissing.
His mouth is hot and demanding, the kiss deep, and I’m so hungry for more, I throw my leg over his and straddle his lap without thought.
I moan when he pulls the elastic from my ponytail so he can bury his fingers in my hair. His other hand is clutching my ass as I move my hips, gliding along the erection that’s prominent, even through his uniform pants.
Everything becomes a blur of desire and the need to have more of my skin in contact with his skin. The flannel shirt slides off easily, and then his mouth leaves mine to blaze a trail of kisses down my neck and over my bare shoulders.
Rob stops touching me just long enough for me to pull his shirt over his head, and then both his hands are cupping my breasts. My nipples are so taut and sensitive, his thumbs brushing them shoots pleasure through me, despite the fabric of the sleeveless tunic and my bra.
When he slides his hands under the tunic, trying to push it up and out of his way, I yank it off and toss it onto his discarded shirt. He doesn’t even give me time to unfasten my bra—he pulls the cups down and draws my nipple into his mouth.
“Wait,” I say breathlessly, threading my fingers through his hair to hold his head still. “We don’t have any protection. I don’t want to get into this and then have to stop.”
His hand slides between my thighs. “We wouldn’t necessarily have to stopeverything.”
I take Rob’s chin in my hand, making him look me in the eye. “If I’m going to sully Santa’s sleigh, I want itall. This is, like, naughty-list-forever level stuff, so it better be worth it.”
Heat flares in his eyes. “I have a condom in my wallet.”
I laugh and push him away. “You arenotsupposed to carry those things in your wallet, you know.”
“I know.” He gives me a sheepish grin. “But it’s only been in there a couple of days. I guess you could say I’m an optimist.”
“I can feel your optimism,” I say, moving so my sex rubs the hard length of him. When he groans, I take mercy on him and stand so he can unfasten his pants and shove them down before sliding his wallet out of the back pocket. After digging the condom out, he tosses the wallet onto the shirts and opens the packet.
While he’s taking care of business, I add my leggings and underwear to the pile. Then his hands are on my hips, hauling me back to astride his lap.
Rob’s mouth closes over my nipple again, sucking hard, and I press down against him, trying to give my body what it’s craving so desperately.
Then he rests his forehead against my sternum and trails his fingers lightly up the inside of my thigh. “Are you ready? Or do you need more?”
“Usually I’d make you work for it, but I just want you inside me now.”
“Oh, thank the elves,” he mutters, and that’s why I’m giggling when he reaches between our bodies and guides himself into me.
My breath leaves me in a long, shuddering sigh as I lower myself slowly, rocking slightly until he fills me. Then I’m still, savoring the feeling, while his fingers grip my hips.
His breath is coming in bursts, and I know he’s exerting all the self-control he can muster. I lean forward and kiss him, and his tongue plunges into my mouth. He fists his hand in my hair, not letting me go.
I start to move, lifting up and then slowly lowering myself. The friction is delicious, but when his fingers tighten in my hair, I quicken the pace.
He groans, and then his hand is between us, his thumb stroking my clit. It sends me over the edge and as my muscles clench and I throw my head back, riding him through my orgasm, I’m not surprised he follows me right over the edge.
Panting, I collapse against him. Together, we wait to catch our breaths and for the tremors to fade while he kisses my neck and my shoulder and caresses my back.
“I wish I’d jerked off before I came back here,” he said, sounding a little sheepish. “I would have liked to spend another hour or six inside of you.”
I chuckle and then give him a quick kiss. “Sometimes fast and explosive is just what a body needs.”
“My body definitely needed your body,” he says as I straighten.
He holds the condom in place while I climb off of his lap, and as I pull my underwear on, he wraps it in a paint rag that was left on the floor of the sleigh. Then, after pulling up his boxers and pants, but not buttoning them, he pivots so he’s lying across the bench with his legs over the side. I hope the paint’s dry.
Then he pulls me on top of him, and as my body relaxes on his, I stop caring about the paint. He’s a very comfortable man to lie on, and my body is so satisfied right now, my muscles are content to just melt into his warmth.
“We could just sleep here,” he mutters into my hair.
