Page 30 of Playing Santa

She pulls away from the kiss first. No big surprise. Even if my balls are about to turn blue if I don’t get inside her, my need for this special intimacy is so strong I should be afraid.

“Sean…” she reaches down and thumbs the tip of my cock, her eyes greedy. Then she pulls the tip near her entrance, lifting her hips and I jerk away, heaving myself off her, automatic self-preservation instincts kicking in, warning me even while I’m incapable of thinking, of the danger of what she’s doing.

“Woe there,” I say my voice low and gravelly, every muscle in me straining as I pull back from her. “Condom. Let me get a condom.” I watch her face register the situation as I reach in the nightstand drawer for a foil pack. Her flushed face pales and her mouth opens in a wordless oh as I remove the slick rubber from the foil and hand it to her.

“Sean…” It’s all she says, but it’s all I want to hear. My name on her lips while she’s so aroused with passion that she’s forgot all about taking precautions.

“Don’t worry sweetheart. We got this.” I kneel close between her legs and she sits half up to roll the condom down my shaft. She’s slow and I’m not sure if it’s on purpose or if it’s the shake in her hands slowing her, but I don’t care because it’s the most exquisitely erotic sheathing I’ve ever experienced, watching her expression of adoration, her hands handling me with reverence.

“You’re so fucking big.” She meets my eyes when she’s finished, taking me by the shoulders and pulling me down over her as she lays back on the pillows. “It’s been a long time for me.” She smiles. It’s her devilish smile. No shyness or apology in her voice.

“I’ll be gentle,” I say.

“Don’t you dare,” she answers, reaching between us to take my cock in her hand and position it deep in her folds. She moves it up and down along her pussy, pumping her hips a little. I watch her face, her eyes, as they gloss over and her pupils go large and the bright blue rims them. Her hands and movements are torture, the kind of torture invented in heaven.

“I need you inside me,” she says again.

“Anything you say, sweetheart.” My voice is choked with the effort to take it easy, to hold back as I ease into her slowly. Her pussy is wet and swollen and as I move inside her my cock gets swallowed in the most erotic hot tight glove I’ve ever felt.

“Oh baby, you feel so good.” I’ve never meant the words more.

“Sean…” Her voice is strangled as she clutches my shoulders and back hard and desperate as if she’s afraid I’m going to leave.

Gliding inside her as far as I can go, to the hilt, I feel my tip up against her and shudder. I tighten my muscles as my balls go dizzy and my jaw clenches with the effort for control.

“Take me, Sean.”

“I need to last,” I grit the words out. “Longer than a minute.” How do I tell her she’s the most exciting woman I’ve ever been with so she’ll believe me? I haven’t felt so on edge, so out of control since I was fifteen fucking years old.

I pull back slow and easy and she moves her hips to speed up the motion.

“This feels so good, Sean. The way you fill me…” her voice is a hoarse whisper, her face a study in erotic wonder, her eyes on mine.

Pumping back into her faster this time, I concentrate on that face, on this woman and let my instincts take over, let my mind go so I only feel and hear and see, my senses heightened, my universe confined to the space where our bodies join from head to toe and especially where I’m inside her. In and out and around, my hips work as I watch the pleasure on her face rise, as the intensity in me builds. My balls tighten as I slam into her now, hard and fast.

Then she tightens her legs around my hips, her face contorts and she’s about to let out a mindless scream. I clamp my mouth to hers to swallow the noise and ride out her shuddering orgasm, pushing into her relentlessly, the release building in me until I feel like Hoover dam exploding inside her.

Everything goes black for an instant like a painless concussion and when I open my eyes I’m rocking inside her, my cock unloading a stream hard and long and the pleasure spasming through me in waves.

She holds me, not letting me go as our heavy breathing slows.

“Sweetheart, I need to get rid of the condom,” I say, though my dick is still fairly solid, I don’t want to take any chances. She lets go of me and I leave her arms. The cold air of the room instantly surrounds me, making me shudder. The sudden loss of her warmth fills me with regret and I give her a shaky smile as I head to the bathroom to take care of business.

Without a wasted second, I return to her, almost excited to spend the night holding her in my arms, wondering how it’ll feel and anticipating that I’m going to have the best fucking night of my life, sleep or no sleep.

Chapter 6

Ronnie

Guilt overwhelms me the next morning the second I open my eyes. I’m in Sean’s bed. He’s in the shower. Covering my face with my hands, I wonder what I’ve done, what I’ve started. Knowing I can’t finish it, that it’s bound to end badly because I don’t belong in his world. Gone is my attempted casualness, my false claim that I wanted a night of fun. The fucking truth is I’m falling for him and I’m a fool.

There was nothing casual about what we did last night. I’ve never lost myself like that before. I’ve never had such toe curling orgasms in my life. I can’t let myself remember how utterly amazing it was to make love with him. I can’t even consider it just having sex because it was too special for that.

Sean comes back into the room and grins at me, but he’s in a hurry.

“Good morning sweetheart. Sorry we can’t linger, but I need to get to the stadium for a meeting.”

I nod. I quell my need to talk. It’s just as well. What could I possibly say? I’m not about to let on what a fool I am to have feelings for him already. Not some little girl crush. Real ones. The kind he knows nothing about with his past filled with all his shallow little girl friends.