I suck in a breath. “God, you’re so strong.”
“It’s from carrying that Christmas tree.” He grazes his teeth along my jaw and I gasp, clinging to him as a fresh wave of pleasure fills me.
“I should have you carry more trees then.”
“Your wish is my command.”
He pulls me to the ground, cradling me in his arms as he nibbles his way along the curve of my neck, lower and lower until he reaches my shirt’s neckline.
“This sweater of yours has been driving me crazy all day.” He reaches for the hem and inches it up bit by bit. “I’ve been wondering what’s underneath it. I’ve wanted to unwrap you like a present.”
“I hope you like what you find.”
He pulls back so he can pull the sweater the rest of the way up and tosses it aside. Fire flashes in his eyes and he hungrily explores my body with his gaze.
“It’s even better than I imagined.” He leans forward and presses his mouth on the edge of my lacy red bra. “Better than any present I’ve ever found on the tree.”
We move against each other. Letting our fingers and lips work their magic. Stroking each other. Teasing. Though we’re both clearly wild with desire, we take our time.
After all, it’s clear our sign in the windows didn’t draw any attention. We have all night to worship each other.
When his fingers and lips find the sensitive spot between my thighs, I swear, I have a religious experience. I move against him, sliding my fingers into this thick dark hair.
“Come for me,” he murmurs against my clit before sucking it into his mouth.
It’s enough to send me over the edge, the orgasm flowing through my veins and filling every inch of me with pleasure. I’m panting by the time it’s over, and still tingling from wanting more.
“I need you inside of me,” I say.
He presses his lips to mine. “Give me one second.”
He reaches into his long-since discarded jeans and pulls a condom out of his wallet. I take it from him, ripping the foil open and tossing it aside.
As he settles at my side again, I push him to his back. Hovering over him, I lean forward to press a kiss to the tip of his hard length. He sucks in a breath. Grinning, I slide the condom over him.
He takes my hands and helps me straddle his hips. Our stares are locked on each other as he helps to lower me onto his cock, slowly filling and stretching me.
“Oh my God.” My eyelids flutter. “Oh my… God.”
“You said it.” He releases my hands so he can stroke my body. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
He glides his hands up my belly, stroking my bare breasts. Teasing the already swollen nipples.
“Are you ready?” I ask.
He nods and drops his hands to grip my waist. “Ride me, baby.”
And I do. Slowly at first, savoring the feel of him inside of me. Then he changes his hold to grip my ass, helping me find a new angle that helps to build that wickedly delicious sensation inside of me again.
This time, when I can feel myself about to lose control, I hold on, waiting to see if he’s ready to join me. He bucks up his hips against me and stares at me, his eyes seeming to stare right into my heart.
The ripples erupt inside of me, and we move together, finding fulfillment in each other. When the last waves of pleasure subside, I collapse against his chest.
Stroking my back, Jonas nuzzles the side of my neck. “Can I just say what a fan I am of living in the present?”
Finding the strength to lift an arm, I stroke his cheek, lightly stroking his whiskers. “You and me both.”
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