Page 20 of Santa Baby

He keeps snuggling into me, burying his face in my neck and his cock in the warmth between my thighs.

“God damn, you feel good, sweetheart!”

“Is…is it always…it’s so big, Nic.”

“Hmm, just what a man wants to hear when he’s got his dick buried in his girl.”

His girl? His girl? Is he still asleep? He doesn’t really have his dick ‘buried’ in me so he might be sleeping. He might even be dreaming. Of someone other than me. I start to frown but he rolls us so that I am on my back, and he is over me. From this position, I can tell his eyes are open and he is taking in everything from my bare breasts to where my legs are spread around his hips.

“Nic?”

“You’re awfully wet, angel.”

My cheeks burn with the force of the blush that hits my cheeks. Did he really just say…?

His hand drops to run over the gusset of my panties causing me to gasp out and my hips to lurch forward. “Oh…my…Nic, what are you doing?”

Instead of answering me, he asks a question of his own, “Is this for me?”

His eyes capture mine and for some reason, I can’t seem to look away. I should lie. I should tell him no. I should…but I just can’t.

“Answer me, baby.”

“Yes.”

“Oh, baby,” His voice seems to grow even lower making him sound like he is nearly growling, “You can’t tell me things like that and not expect me to do something about it.”

Something about it?

He positions our bodies, so his cock is snuggled even tighter against my body, and starts rocking his hips back and forth. My breath leaves my lungs as I try to make sense of what is happening. My legs come up around his hips even higher and I transfer my grasp back onto his forearms, trying to hang on to something solid.

“Nic?”

“We aren’t breaking any rule, Talia, baby. You said no penetrative sex, and this isn’t about penetration at all. It’s just a little dry humping.” He folds me in his arms bringing me to his body so the tips of my nipples brush against his bare skin. “Or maybe not so dry, sweetheart.”

I close my eyes at the embarrassment of having him realize I’m so wet that he easily slides against me when he thrusts again. His mouth crashes down on mine as I try to hang on. His tongue rushes in my mouth and our tongues meet so that there are three points of pleasure being worked over with every breath, every thrust.

I have to pull my mouth from his as he works his cock in between the valley of my wet pussy and travels over the bundle of nerves at the top that seem so sensitized it’s making me ache. “Nic! Nic, some…oh, it…I am…God Nic!”

“Shh, baby. You can’t get too loud. We’ll wake Mom and Noelle.”

“No…Noelle. We…she’s still in the room.”

“Sound asleep, baby. She won’t know anything is going on. Here…,” he stops long enough to reach for the sheets so he can pull them over us, “now she won’t see a thing even if she does wake up before we are done. Not that we are doing anything, just hugging and kissing and touching and being close.”

He wraps his arms back around me and pulls me in close. It feels like a lot more than hugging or kissing. It feels like my body is going to explode and I ache all over. When I speak to him it’s between clenched teeth with a strangled whisper, “Nic…I think I’m going to die.”

“If I don’t keep moving? Alright, alright baby. No need to beg, baby.”

“Nic…I…”

“Fuck, baby, you can’t be feeling this good and think I’m not going to be all over you. All the fucking time.”

Chapter Sixteen

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Nic

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