Page 21 of Claiming Candy

Her hands scramble over my back for purchase. And, when she finds it, her nails dig into my skin. I’m sure she’s leaving angry, red marks, and that only spurs me on further.

Before I know it, her pussy is spasming around me once again. As her second climax of the night pulls her under, my own bursts forth from my body. We go off the cliff together, our moans turning into a symphony of pleasure.

I fill her to the brim with my seed, whispering her name as the last drops are milked from me. Even after my orgasm subsides, I stay nestled inside her, pressing soft kisses to her mouth. Her responses are sleepy, but I can tell she’s satisfied.

“You should head to bed,” I say as I pull out of her, kissing the side of her mouth to hush her when she protests the loss.

“No, not yet,” she sighs, letting me help her sit up. She glances at the mess I’ve left on the floor, the poorly wrapped gifts. “I think you need my help here.”

“Yeah,” I admit with a chuckle. “Maybe a little.”

“Will you make some coffee while I get cleaned up?” she asks, cocking her head adorably. “There are still a lot of gifts to get through.”

“We shouldn’t have left this all for the last minute,” I joke as I get to my feet.

“Nah,” she says with a grin. “It’s more fun to do it all on Christmas Eve.”

I offer her my hand, pulling her to her feet before I give her another kiss. “Whatever you say. You’re the Christmas expert after all.”

“I love you,” she says, her face lighting up brighter than the Christmas tree in the corner of the room.

“I love you, too,” I reply. “Now, let’s get this done. We have a big day tomorrow.”

~The End