Page 53 of Her Christmas Wish


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He lifted his head to look at her, his eyes dark with the same desire that was consuming her. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice hoarse. Even now, with the heat between them almost palpable, he was giving her the chance to say no.

Brit met his gaze and reached for him; her answer was crystal clear without any words spoken. He didn’t need to ask twice. Moving off her, he reached for the waist of her jeans, pulled the button free then unzipped them, pulling them along with her underwear, over her hips and down her thighs. He sat back, looking down at her nakedness, saw her quivering with anticipation or perhaps she was cold, either way, he was bound and determined to fix it. Taking her foot in the palm of his hand, he brought it to his lips, and kissed its inner arch, before making his way up her ankle to her thigh, nipping and tasting her skin along the way. He leaned forward, his tongue darted out, tasting the nectar that was pooling at the edges of her pussy.

Brit jerked with a moan, wanting his mouth to consume her there. But when he leaned away and placed her leg upon his shoulder she lay still with bated breath, waiting for his next move. He did the same to her other leg, showing the same attention to it. His lips seared a fiery path, from her foot to her thigh, only this time he didn’t stop to taste her. Oh no. He put that leg on his other shoulder too, then laid down on his stomach and buried his face into her pussy. As he lifted her hips off the bed, he twirled his tongue around her clit, sucking it into his mouth as his fingers slipped inside her slickness.

Brit jammed her hands in his hair, holding him to her as she wrapped her legs around his neck and shoulders, urging him to drink his fill as the passion tore through her with every stroke of his fingers and lick of his tongue. A storm like no other started to build within her and she started to feel herself shudder uncontrollably until in one blinding moment she froze, his fingers were gone, and his lips were sealed to her skin as she lost all control. She felt utterly spent but was far from done.

Reaching her hand down, she tugged on his shoulder, urging him upwards. Upwards he did come, kissing every inch of her body, his lips skimming over her belly as his hand sought out her nipple, only to replace it with his mouth. In long pulling tugs, he loved on her nipple as his hand slipped between her thighs, finding the swollen nub. Dipping a finger inside her wetness, he swirled it around her sweet spot, in slow back and forth motions, until he found what felt like a small indent. When he touched that spot just right, she bucked her hips in response, crying out his name.

He moved up, his breath hot against her throat as he kissed her there, before nuzzling her neck. “Tell me what you want again babygirl. Tell me now before I go further.”

She made soft mewling sounds, unable to even speak from the sensations sparking off her clit, that’s what it felt like, electric sparks, surging through her body. With one hand she reached for the waist of his jeans, and tugged them down, plunging her hand inside, she found his cock, stiff and throbbing in her hand. She thumbed the tip and felt the precum there and whispered, “This. I want this. I want you... Inside... Me... Now,” she said in jerky gasps because with every swipe of his finger on her clit, when he found that spot that’s exactly what it did to her. At any moment she could go off again just from those stroking fingers, but she fought it, she wanted him, needed him to fill her emptiness.

Pulling his jeans off, he kneeled between her thighs and said, “There’s no backing out after this, are you sure?”

His restraint was admirable but at this point she didn’t care if she regretted it tomorrow or not, all she could think of was the now and his cock, twitching, waiting patiently to enter her. As he kneeled there before her, she sat up and leaned forward, kissing the tip of his glorious dick. When it bounced against her mouth, she opened her lips intent on sucking him dry, but he backed off. “Not tonight babygirl, tonight is for you.” His arms went around her and laid her gently back on the bed. As she spread her legs welcoming him, he laid atop her, his chest crushing her breast, and his dick laying at the entry of her vagina and yet he still hadn’t even slipped in a centimeter.

“Luke!” She bucked her hips forward. “Are you trying to drive me insane?!”

“No, just wanting this moment to last. Do you have any idea how often I thought about this moment of you, naked, laying in my arms? Since the day I first saw you.”

And with that, he slowly eased into her. The walls of her vagina contracted, almost refusing to let the size of him enter but with each small thrust, it welcomed him more and more until he was seated fully within. Taking hold of her hips, he pulled her to him as he once again kneeled on the bed, but this time, he held her to him as he pumped his hips, taking her on a wild ride of ecstasy. He felt her start to stiffen and shudder in his arms, when she cried out in delight as she saw the stars in the heavens, did he finally let himself go over the edge and follow her. Wave after wave they soared higher and higher until both saw the stars shatter like diamonds as they came floating down like they were in the hug of a fluffy white cloud.

Luke collapsed onto the bed and pulled Brit to him cradling her in his arms as he pulled the duvet to cover their naked bodies. A tinkling noise sounded as he flipped it onto them, and he looked at the far edge of the bed. “Huh.”

“What is it?” Brit asked sleepily.

“The tray is still sitting there with the pie on it. Are you hungry?”

Brit snuggled closer; her eyelids heavy with contentment. “Mm, not really,” she mumbled against his chest, “but then again that pie looked damn yummy.”

Luke chuckled, the sound vibrating warmly in his throat. “It did, didn’t it?” He stretched an arm out, snagging the tray and pulling it to his side. He carefully lifted a piece and held it as she sat up.

She took a bite, savoring its chocolatey goodness. “Perfect end to a perfect evening,” she said around a mouthful.

Luke nodded in agreement as he too took a bite then set it back in the box on the tray and closed it. “We should probably get some actual sleep,” he suggested, tossing the cover aside.

“Where are you going?” Brit yawned. “I thought you wanted to get some sleep?”

“I do.” He took the tray and carried it over to the French doors. “But I’m setting this outside first, it’s too good to let it spoil overnight.” A blast of cold wind entered the room, even the Christmas tree shivered from it. He quickly set the tray on the balcony and closed the doors. “Holy shit it’s cold out there.” He shivered as he made his way back to the bed, where Brit was holding the covers back for him to slip in.

The second he did, he took her in his arms, and she squealed in protest. “You’re freezing!”

“Well, you know what they say, the best way to warm up a person is with skin-to-skin contact,” he laughed, pulling her more securely in his arms.







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