“I have a condom in the nightstand,” I offered.
He sat up, his abs contracting with no apparent effort, until he held me in his lap. Then he reached over to the nightstand and slid open the drawer.
10
KELLAN
Ilifted her shirt up and over her head, revealing the most perfect pair of tits I’d ever seen in my life. Her nipples perked, begging for my mouth. Fuck, she tasted even better than I imagined. I swirled my tongue around one nipple, then gently scraped it with my teeth.
This woman made me want to do things to her I’d never even considered. I wanted to fill her, ruin her for anyone else. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pushed against me. With my chin buried between her breasts, I could have died a happy man. Then she straddled me, aligning her soaked panties with my cock.
I couldn’t keep my hips from moving. While we dry humped like two teenagers, she drove me into a frenzy. I didn’t want to break contact, so I hooked my finger around the thin waistband of her panties and jerked. She pulled back just enough to look down and see me tug the remnants of her underwear away from her body.
“You just ripped my snowman undies.”
“Maybe Santa will bring you a new pair.” I took advantage of the break in the action to lose my own briefs, then rolled the circle of latex over my cock.
She bit her lip like now that we were on the verge of the main event, she’d suddenly become shy.
“You sure about this, Blakely?” I whispered against her ear. Stopping now might render my dick useless for the rest of my life, but I needed to know she wanted this.
“I’m sure.” She proved it by lifting her hips and sliding down onto my cock.
My eyes rolled back in my head as she eased herself onto me. Heat surrounded my dick. Tight, so fucking tight. The walls of her pussy gripped me. I had to suck in a deep breath and recite the entire starting lineup of the Dallas Cowboys' offense to keep from blowing my load right then and there.
Once she’d taken all of me, she put her hands on my shoulders and lifted herself up and almost all the way off. Her breasts bounced as she lowered herself again. I was more than willing to let her take control… for now. Seeing her head roll back, the way her eyes glazed over and her lids half closed had me poised on the edge.
She rode me slowly, her hips rolling, her nails digging into my shoulders. With her lips swollen from our kisses, she was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. When I couldn’t hold back any longer, I cradled her in my arms and laid her down on her back. Then I hovered over her, hooked her leg over my arm, and eased into her. The angle of her hips guaranteed she’d feel me where she needed me most.
Her eyes widened and her fingers dug into my biceps. Our bodies synced, both of us moving to a rhythm we seemed to know by heart.
I could tell she was close by the way her pussy clenched around me, milking my cock, pulling me toward my own release. Then she arched into me, her hips bridging off the bed.
“That’s it, Blakely. Let it go, sugar. Come for me.”
Her eyes opened, and she met my gaze. Heat and trust simmered together in the depths of her eyes.
I could lose myself if I wanted to. She was the kind of woman who could tempt a man to give up everything he owned, everything he was, everything he wanted to be.
I broke eye contact first. As my orgasm crashed through me, gathering momentum as it built into a force I couldn’t hold back, I closed my eyes.
My balls tightened, every muscle in my body tensed. Then I exploded.
11
BLAKELY
“You’ve got a little sugar on your nose, sugar.” Kellan bent down and kissed the tip of my nose.
“Did you get it?” I lifted the edge of the t-shirt I’d borrowed from him earlier. Baring my belly, I swiped it across my face.
He cupped my cheeks between his palms and studied me. “Mmm. Looks like you have some on your cheek too.”
I laughed as he covered my cheek with kisses. We’d spent the morning lying in bed and alternating between watching a “Die Hard” marathon and working up a sweat under the covers. When I admitted I was a little disappointed I wouldn’t be joining my mom for our annual cookie baking marathon, Kellan tugged me out of bed and into the kitchen.
Neither of us wanted to get dressed and go to the store, so the only recipe I had the ingredients to make was peanut butter chocolate chip cookies. They didn’t look very Christmassy until he sprinkled them with red and green sugar.
“When’s the last time you made cookies?” I asked him.