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“You,” I whine. I spread my legs in hopes of enticing him. “I want you and your cock for Christmas.”
Those are the magic words, because in an instant, Matt’s on top of me, kissing me senseless as he runs his fingertips through my soaking sex. When he presses them within me, I keen in his arms. Just his fingers make me feel so full; what’s it going to be like to feel his length inside me?
“You think you can take me? Naughty virgin like you?” he growls.
“Please,” I beg, bucking my hips onto his fingers.
He pulls his fingers away and suddenly, I feel his cock start to breach my entrance. My hands fly up to his hair and I thread them through it as my pussy flutters at the intrusion. He’s sobig. I know it should hurt, I’ve always heard that losing your virginity is painful, but I hardly feel any pain at all. All I feel is searing, exquisite heat as he carefully pushes into me. When his hips finally meet mine, he shudders. His blue eyes gaze down at me as lust clouds my mind.
“Fit me so tight, little girl,” he shudders. “You doing okay?”
I nod at him. “Fuck me, Santa.”
I rake my nails up and down his back, listening to him groan at the sensation. It takes everything I can to not scream as he starts to drag his cock along my walls. I’m past caring if people have noticed that we’ve disappeared from the gathering downstairs, but I’m not about give them any more ideas. The talking and roleplay has been more than enough to keep me in the moment, so all I can do at this point is let myself feel all of the good things Matt’s making me feel.
He slips a hand down to my clit as he fucks into me, and the feeling is what finally makes me cry out. I feel my pussy clench down on his cock as my orgasm begins to build even faster. Matt’s eyes flutter closed at the feeling of me tightening around him.
“Shit, baby, I’m not going to last much longer,” he groans.
“I’ve been good,” I whine. “I deserve a reward.”
“Yeah?” He bites his lip. “Good little girls get Santa’s cum, is that what you want?”
Oh god, I feel my climax approaching faster than I even thought possible. The idea of him coming inside me is what’s going to push me over the edge. I’m not on birth control or anything, I haven’t had the need to, but the idea that he’s going to finish inside me? I want nothing more. I trust him more than anyone I’ve ever met.
“Yes, Santa,” I cry softly. “I want your babies. Please!”
And then I’m crashing down. My entire body pulls tight as I come around his cock. I thought the first orgasm he gave me was intense, but this is on an entirely new level. I gasp as he fucks me through it, pushing me higher and higher.
He slams into me once, twice, and suddenly, he’s filling me with his release. He groans as his hips stutter to a stop, skin coated in a fine sheen of sweat. For a moment, neither of us say anything. We linger in each other’s arms as we catch our breath, both coming down from our intense highs.
Finally, Matt presses a kiss to my lips. “I love you, Lucia.”
I smile up at him as he rolls off me to find something to help us both clean up.
“I love you too, Santa.”
Chapter 8
Matt
The next day, I find myself waking up early, feeling refreshed after a night spent with Lucia in my arms. After kissing her good morning, I slip back to my own bedroom to get ready for the day before heading down to the kitchen to see if Grandma Giovanni needs help getting breakfast ready. Instead of taking my help, however, she hands me a cup of coffee and tells me that we have the morning off. It’s the day after Christmas, so there’s a lot of leftovers for people to pick at.
So instead of cooking, we sit down at the dining room table and trade stories. Grandma tells me about her childhood in Italy and what it was like to move here with her husband shortly after they got married. I tell her about my work and what it’s like to run machines in a coal mine.
When I ask her if I’m boring her, she pats my hand with her little knobby one and says, “It’s nice to meet a young man that cares so much about his work,Matteo.”
It’s easy for me to bond with the old woman about our similarly humble beginnings. Time passes in the blink of an eye, and suddenly we’re surrounded by other members of Lucia’s family, laughing and sharing jokes with each other. It took me a bit to feel comfortable like this, but after telling Lucia I love her and hearing that she feels the same, it feels natural and easy.
They care about her a lot more than I first thought, I find out, and they ask a lot of questions about the work she’s doing at college. I answer questions as well as I can, but make sure to tell them that they should ask her. I know she’d love to talk about all of the things she’s learning. It’s something she’s passionate about.
Just as I get up to refill my coffee cup, Isabella flounces into the room. When I return, she’s sitting at the dining room table across from my seat, giving me a peculiar look.
“Ah, Matthew,” she croons. “How are you this morning?”
“Good,” I reply. I don’t like the way she’s looking at me. Like a cat that’s caught a canary.
“That’s nice,” she says. “The children missed you yesterday after you disappeared so early.”
