Santa Claus, is there anything sexier than a shirtless man with his pants unzipped and barely staying in place.
He grabs the back of my thighs and I squeak as he lifts me. My legs wrap around his hips, and he turns for my room which is visible from the front hall.
Our mouths reattach. My hands dig into his hair and his fingers clench at my backside as we stumble to my bedroom. When the back of his knees hit the bed, he lowers and presses me to stand before him. His hands stroke up the sides of my body before he rubs his nose between my breasts.
“You were a fantasy come true as a teen but you’re a vision at forty.” He sucks on my skin, and I reach for his hair, combing through the light brown strands. He’s subtly going gray. He’s going to be a striking older man. And I want to grow old with him.
Zebb pulls down one cup of my bra, the back of his fingers skimming my sensitive nipple. His mouth engulfs one achy breast then sucks to the tip, running his tongue around the taut peak. He blows on the wet nub, and I shiver. His hands skate up the backs of my legs and he pulls down my thick stockings. Once he reaches my ankles, I step out of the stockings and his hands reverse, skimming up the outside of my legs.
“I feel like a kid on Christmas morning. Excited and overwhelmed. Ready to unwrap everything at once. But also wanting to take my time. Peel back each layer of you and lay you bare to me.” He doesn’t mean just getting me naked. Zebb wants me, complex as I am.
“I’d say you’ve made a good dent in the layers.”
Zebb reaches around my back, humming as he licks up my chest. “Time to remove more.” He unclasps my bra, and Zebb pulls back to watch the material fall forward. He sucks at one breast while palming the other and then he shifts, flipping his attention to suck the right and palm the left.
Quickly he stands and pushes down his loosened pants. As they fall to the floor, he steps out of them, tugs off his socks and playfully pushes me to the bed. He follows me down, climbing over me until he blankets me with the warmth of his skin. His hand skims between my breasts, down, down, down, until he slips into my panties and right into my channel with two fingers.
“I’m going to make you mine.”
“What if I want you to belong to me?” My eyes search his.
“I’m already yours.” He removes my underwear and then shucks off his. We aren’t using up time on foreplay. This is the reunion our bodies have been waiting for and we don’t want to lose another minute.
“Condoms in the nightstand.”
Zebb arches a brow but doesn’t ask. He reaches into the drawer, pulls forth a foil packet and quickly covers himself.
Then he’s at my entrance, staring down at where he holds his cock in his hand. He took my virginity when I was eighteen. Will he take something else from me at forty—my heart?
Or maybe I’m giving it to him.
This is my gift.
Slowly, Zebb slips inside me and looks at my face. Our eyes hold as he slides deeper, filling me. As he reaches the hilt, he pauses and brushes back my hair.
“Fuck. I feel like a teenager all over again. This is gonna be quick when I want it to last.”
I nod as he holds still inside me. He kisses me, tender and sweet until I need him to move. I need him to finish me. Peel back the wrapping around me and expose the rest of me.
Sensing my need, Zebb releases my lips and unleashes himself. He pulls back from my entrance, teasing me with just the tip inside me before rushing forward again. Back and forth he works, building us both up. He skims a hand down between us, working his fingers around my clit as his movements increase in speed.
“Eva,” he groans.
“I’m right there,” I warn breathlessly.
He pulls back, teasing me once again with only the tip inside me. His fingers work more frantically at that sensitive nub. I whimper and whine, clutching at the firm globes of his ass, needing him deeper inside me.
“There you go, angel.” He preens as if he recognizes the buildup. As if he remembers my body. “I want to feel you come around me.”
His words tip me over and as the orgasm hits, he removes his fingers and rushes forward, filling me until his own body shudders and he’s coming with me.
My eyes roll back as I praise all the heavenly beings and celestial powers above. My skin tingles, and my body feels indescribable.
More harking the heralds. And angels singing. And Zebb is a freaking king.
Then, he’s kissing me again, slowly bringing us down from the high.
And then I’m falling asleep, naked and sated in my bed, with his arms holding me tight to his chest.