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“Not yet,” he rumbled.
Merry’s jaw dropped and anticipation zinged along her skin as she let him help her out of the car.
In the dark, the vibrant shine of her Christmas lights lit up the area like a strobe light. Her pulse kicked up speed the second they stepped over the threshold, Clark following her through the kitchen to the back of the house. She slipped the coat down her arms and he took it from her with one hand, hanging it on the hook while the fingers of his other hand trailed lightly up her arm, leaving streaks of heat across her skin.
His mouth skimmed the side of her neck and she sighed, leaning to give him better access, her hand circling to cradle the back of his head. Clark’s big hands traveled along her body lightly, reaching the bottom of her dress and gathering it slowly, exposing her legs an inch at a time. She stepped out of her shoes one at a time and he chuckled against her skin.
“Trying to get away from me?”
“My feet were sore.”
“We can’t have that,” he whispered, turning her by her hips until she faced him. She held on tight as he lifted her against him, wrapping her legs around his hips as he carried her to the couch. He lowered her onto the cushion with his mouth on hers, divesting himself of his jacket in jerky motions, while her hands worked on unthreading his tie. Merry slid the tie off, unconcerned with where it fell, and went to work on his shirt buttons, the need to touch his bare skin riding her.
Clark found the zipper on the back of her dress, racing it down her back as his hand slid down the opening, rough palms leaving frissons of delight along her bare shoulder blades. Every touch of his hands lit a passion in her she’d never experienced. She’d been felt up. Pawed at. But this slow sensual dance with Clark was something entirely different. He pulled the straps of her dress down to her waist, exposing her red lace demi bra, and she swung her feet onto the floor to shimmy the dress over her hips to the floor, holding his hungry gaze with hers.
Their actions ramped into a frenzied need. His shirt dropped along with the dress and he reached for her, tracing the edges of her bra strap with first his fingers and then his mouth. Merry closed her eyes as his callused hands grazed the soft skin of her arms, skimming around to unhook the clasp of her bra. Their mouths met once more as Merry blindly removed his belt.
Clothes were discarded everywhere. The counter. The floor. The doorknob. Clark sat on the couch to pull off his shoes, watching her slip her bra down her arms and throw it over the top of the snowmen. The flashes of Christmas lights illuminated the hunger burning in his eyes and she smiled coyly, her hands traveling down over her hips, hooking her thumbs in the lacy strap of her thong. Clark pulled a condom from his wallet, rolling it over his dick with his hand grasping his width as he watched her strip.
“I guess I should take these off,” she said, turning to the side and bending, sliding them to the floor.
In a flash, his hand was between her legs, his finger teasing the lips of her seam and she gripped the other side of her u-shaped couch with a moan. His lips traveled over the globes of her ass as his fingers played with her, twisting and pulling. Merry dropped her forehead to the cushion and cried out when Clark’s tongue joined his fingers, sucking her, thrusting his tongue inside while he rubbed her clit, faster, the pressure building until she cried out her pleasure.
With a gentle tug he brought her onto his lap, one arm wrapped around her middle as his other covered her breasts, his hard length flexing against her, so close.
“I want you inside me,” she moaned, rolling her ass against his stiff cock.
Clark took her hips and lifted her, the head of his cock finding her entrance, inch by inch, stretching her, and she leaned back against him, trembling as he used his hands on her to thrust all the way inside. With one hand on her stomach and the other squeezing her breast, he rocked her, like a ship riding along the ocean waves. His finger slipped between her folds to stroke her clit, kissing her neck and squeezing her breast as he spoke in that deep timber.
“Fuck, Merry, I could be inside you forever. Tell me this is good for you.”
“Yes,” she gasped, her legs shaking as his circles quickened on her sensitive nub, his cock sliding in and out, matching the speed of his hand.
“Don’t leave me,” he whispered against the back of her neck, his lips pressed against her skin. “Please, don’t leave. Ever.”
The raw emotion in his voice tore at her heart and she turned her head to meet his lips, cupping the back of his head. The air was charged around them, humid with sex, and when his thrusts intensified, she gasped against his mouth. “I’m not going anywhere. Do you understand? I’m yours.”
Clark’s hand came up to cradle her face, his kiss messy and desperate, and Merry broke, a rush of heat flushing her skin, and she shook with every aftershock. Clark convulsed beneath her, his mouth opening around hers as he called her name.
Long moments passed, their bodies slick with sweat as she leaned against him, his arms clasped across her middle. Merry’s eyes fluttered open, and she pivoted her neck to watch the lights on his skin. “So…you ready for dessert yet?”
Clark laughed, falling onto the couch with her curled up in front of him. “Maybe for breakfast.”
“Wait, are you…staying?” she asked hesitantly.
“I think I can sneak back into the house before they wake up. Just gotta move my Jeep.” He kissed her shoulder, running his rugged palm down her arm. “Don’t move, okay? I’m going to clean up and drive it over.”
Clark got up and headed for the bathroom. When the door closed, she pulled the blanket down from the back of the couch, covering herself. The windows of her small living room were opaque with steam and she yawned, considering whether it was worth climbing the stairs to her bed.
The bathroom door opened with a click, and she glanced at his approach blearily, doing a double take. “What are you doing in my robe?”
The lavender flannel hung open over his chest, closing just above the belt at his waist. “I’m just going to move the car. I don’t want to get all these clothes back on for that.”
“What if your brother sees you running back across the road in my robe?” She laughed.
“He’ll know what’s going on and give me shit in the morning.” He put his shoes on and grabbed his keys from his pocket, pausing to take a bracing breath.
“You’re going to freeze your ass off.”
