Page 23 of Wild Christmas
I run a hand over his chest and to the bulge in his jeans, kneading it with my palm. My fingers work on the zipper, and he stops my hand.
“Your first time should be on a bed with roses. It should be perfect.”
“Nate, we’re in a snowstorm with Christmas music playing. This is beyond perfect. It’s better than I could ever imagine.”
He pulls back to study my face. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” I nod. “I’m with you. It’s perfect and I’m sure.”
His hands continue their exploration of my thighs, sliding up until he hooks under my leggings. He pulls them down, and the cold air hits my bare ass. I grit my teeth in a hiss.
“That’s cold.”
He puts his meaty hands on my butt, and there’s instant warmth. “Let me heat you.”
Warmth spreads through my body as Nate’s handsrun over my bare skin. He pulls my leggings and panties off my feet, nudging off the house shoes I came out in. When my foot hits the ground it’s cold and I wince, but Nate lifts me up.
He leans me against the house and I grip his forearms, strong and muscular under his jacket.
I tug at his zipper and his cock pops out into my palm.
I gasp at the size of him, sticking straight out with a bead of pre-cum catching in the light.
“I don’t know if I’ll…”
But my words are cut off as Nate tilts my hips so the tip of his cock slides through my slick folds.
“You’ll fit, Freya. You were made for me.”
He balances me on the end of his dick, nudging at my slick entrance. “I love you, Freya.”
I glance up, and he’s looking at me with hooded eyes. “I love you too.”
Nate slides into me and everything shifts. I grasp his shoulders and cry out, my moans lost in the Christmas music still blaring from the speakers.
He pushes through my virgin barrier and I feel the squeeze, a searing pain for an instant. Then it’s gone, replaced by the oddest sensation of being filled up, completely stuffed with the man I love.
“Are you okay?” His voice is choked, and I realize how much he’s straining to keep it together. The knowledge gives me power, that this man is about to lose control inside of me.
I rock my hips and Nate groans.
“Careful, Freya,” he hisses. “You feel too good.”
Chilly snowflakes fall on my bare skin, doing nothing to cool my overheated body. Nate rocks me against the wall, levering my hips to go deeper. I cling to him as my body reaches a higher level of pleasure than I’ve ever known.
“Nate…” I whine as the pressure becomes too much, “I’m going to…”
My words are cut off as the climax crashes over me. I cling to him, wailing his name as wave after wave of bliss rolls over me.
My back hits the wall and he tilts my hips, going deeper and making me cry out some more. This time when I peak he peaks with me and we climax together, pleasure coursing through my veins at the feeling not only of my own pleasure, but his as well.
“I love you, Freya.” He kisses me gently as he lowers me to the ground.
“Can we go home now?” I ask. Because finally I feel like I have a home. Wherever I am with Nate will be my home.
“Of course. Get your things. I’m taking you home.”
EPILOGUE
