Page 47 of Christmas with Three Firemen

She makes the decision, and I let her.

She kisses me first.

It is quiet and intentional. I let her lead for a few moments. Then I take control. One hand slides to the back of her neck while the other grips her waist.

I deepen the kiss.

I pull back just enough to look at her. Her eyes are still red from the smoke. Her cheeks are flushed. Her red hair is messy from the day. She looks beautiful like this. Raw. Real. The usual sharp edges are softened, and it does something dangerous to my chest.

I stand slowly and bring her up with me. My hands move over her with purpose. I peel off her jacket, then her shirt. I kiss every new inch of skin I uncover. Her collarbones. The swell of her breasts. The soft skin under her ribs.

She is strong and soft at the same time. Curves and muscle and pale skin that flushes easily under my mouth. I want to map every part of her.

When I get her pants and underwear off I keep her standing, my chest against her back, one arm banded across her ribs to hold her up. She is already wet when my hand slides between her thighs. I don’t hurry. I stroke her slowly and deliberately, learning exactly what makes her breath catch. She moans softly and sags back into me. The sound goes straight to my cock.

I take my time. My fingers circle her clit in the same steady rhythm I bring to everything, while I listen to every hitch in her breathing. She is slick and warm and perfect. I press my mouth to the side of her throat and feel her pulse going wild there.

I slide two fingers inside her and curl them deep, my thumb still working her clit. She is tight. Pulsing around my hand. I work her patiently, holding her upright against me, building her up until her hips start rocking into my palm.

She moans again. Louder this time. Pushing back against my fingers. The sound of her pleasure makes my cock throb. She looks incredible like this. Red hair falling forward against my shoulder. Back arched into me, taking what I give her.

I can feel how close she is.

I press harder against her clit, fingers still driving deep. And she comes hard. Her whole body shakes against mine, her knees nearly giving out. A broken moan tears from her throat as she clenches around my fingers. I hold her up through every wave, my arm tight across her ribs, until she starts to come down. Trembling.

I turn her and bend her over the bench. Her hands brace against the wood. I grip her hips. Rubbing my cock against her soaked pussy. Letting her feel how hard she makes me.

I grip her hips and push inside her in one slow, deep stroke. She is soaked and tight, and the feeling of her pussy stretching around me pulls a low groan from my throat. I stay buried for a moment, just feeling her. Then I start to move. Deep, rolling thrusts that make the bench creak under her hands.

I keep one hand on her hip and the other slides up her back to grip the back of her neck.

I hold her down exactly like this. Bent over the bench in the middle of the equipment room. The gear on the walls rattles slightly with every thrust.

I fuck her steady and hard. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the small space.

I bring my hand down on her ass in a firm smack. She gasps and pushes back against me, her pussy clenching hard around my cock.

“You like that,” I murmur.

“Yes,” she moans. “Fuck, yes.”

I spank her again, harder this time, and she cries out in pleasure.

I rub my hand over the reddening mark, then grip her hip and drive into her deeper.

I keep her bent over the bench for a long time, fucking her with those heavy, controlled strokes while the overhead light casts shadows across her back.

I pull out and turn her around. I lift her onto the bench so she is sitting on the edge.

I step between her legs and slide back inside her in one smooth thrust. She wraps her arms around my neck, and I hold her close, fucking her deep while we are face to face. I kiss her hard. My hands grip her ass, spreading her open as I thrust up into her.

“You feel so fucking good,” I say against her mouth. “So wet for me.”

She moans and kisses me back, her nails digging into my shoulders. I keep one arm wrapped around her waist to hold her steady while I drive into her. The bench creaks under us. I can feel her getting close again.

I pull out and turn her once more. This time I bend her over the bench facing the other way. I grip her hips and sink back into her from behind. I fuck her much harder now. Deeper. My hand comes down on her ass again in sharp smacks that make her moan louder. I reach around and rub her clit while I thrust.

I lean over her, chest pressed to her back, and growl low in her ear.