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My arms are wrapped around his midsection, and I swear I can count all of his abs. My fingertips tingle from touching him. My thighs are wedged around his, and my panties are already growing damp.
Then he turns on the machine, and it growls to life. I let out a squeal and squeeze him tighter. Over the rumbling of the engine, I think I hear him chuckle. But I’m not sure because suddenly we are in motion. He’s speeding from the parking lot and into the cold night. The moon above us illuminates the roads and makes the snowy ground sparkle.
I press my cheek to the back of his red coat and close my eyes. I’ve never felt safer than I do right here behind Rogue. But that’s not all I feel. My panties keep getting damper, and I ache between my thighs.
I wiggle around, trying desperately to get comfortable, but nothing is helping. The vibrations from the bike are making me keenly aware of how empty I am and how badly I want to be filled. I want Rogue inside of me, taking care of this ache. I want him over me, telling me how good my pussy feels wrapped around his cock.
When he finally pulls his motorcycle into his driveway, I breathe a small sigh of relief.
“I don’t know if I can walk after that.” I mean for the words to come out as playful, but instead, they’re a breathy whimper.
“I gotcha, baby girl.” Rogue hits the kickstand and dismounts from the bike easily. He sweeps me into his arms and carries me up his porch steps. It’s the second time tonight that he’s carried me, and a girl could get used to this.
I squirm in his arms. He’s so big and so warm, and I need him. “It hurts… So bad. Make it stop.”
He kicks open the door. “I’m going to make it better.”
I whimper and press a kiss to the exposed skin of his neck. His beard scratches my cheeks, and I reach out to pet it. I love how hard and bristly it is, the way it’s tough, just like he is.
“Yeah, get used to that,” he murmurs as he lays me out on his bed. He helps me out of the leather jacket, tossing it carelessly onto the floor. “You’re going to feel my beard scratching those pretty thighs in just a minute.”
Next, he reaches for my elf shoes that are soaked through. He removes them and rubs my toes, warming them. He scowls down at me. “Why weren’t you wearing socks?”
I throw him a look that I hope is sassy. “I wasn’t planning on being elf-napped and taken to the North Pole.”
“Keep sassing me, and I’ll show you my North Pole,” he threatens with mock sternness. He reaches for my striped tights next, peeling them slowly down my body. I’ve always felt weird about my lower half. I’m pear-shaped, so much bigger on the bottom. My thighs and hips are where I have the most curves.
He splays a big hand on my thigh and squeezes lightly. The motion sends sparks straight to my clit. “Fuckin’ love your body.”
His words ease a little of the anxiety I’m feeling. I know I should love my curves. But sometimes, I just don’t feel all that great about them. Sometimes, I’m aware of just how much society wants women to shrink.
“Come back to me.” Rogue’s voice is gentle as he reaches for the top of my costume. He fiddles with the big red buttons at the bottom, letting his figures ghost along my stomach.
“I’ve never done this before,” I blurt out and instantly regret it. I just made the most perfect moment ever awkward.
Rogue keeps toying with the buttons on my sweater, never letting anything flicker across his expression. I don’t know how he manages a poker face like that. Normally, I think it’s sexy. But right now, I just want him to tell me what he’s thinking or give me some clue. I finally squeak out, “Is—is that a problem?”
He brushes a soft kiss across my forehead. “Nothing you say will ever make me flinch, baby girl. Nothing is going to make me turn my back on you.”
I swallow hard, his words soothing that kid in me who never got the family she wanted. What if—what if I could have a family with Rogue? What if he and I could make something special together?
He places soft kisses across my forehead, my cheeks, and down my neck while continuing to work the buttons on my sweater. He finally opens it, revealing my white bra with the candy cane print. I’d feel embarrassed about it, but Rogue is looking at me with so much delight and appreciation in his gaze. It’s almost like I’m his Christmas present.
He gently removes the bra from my body before kissing his way down the valley of my chest. His lips move to my nipples, and he sucks the tender bud into his mouth. He moans against my skin, and the vibration has me arching my hips against him.
I can feel his hard bulge underneath his jeans as the denim lightly scrapes my skin. The friction only adds to my arousal, and I groan his name. “I need more.”
At my words, he lets go of my breasts and kisses his way down my stomach. The entire time I’m squirming and begging. I just need him touching me between my legs.
He finally gets there, burying his face in my mound. His beard is scratchy, and his breath is hot as he moans against my swollen flesh.
I think he calls me beautiful again, but I’m not sure because he’s spreading my lips with his thumbs. He licks a broad stripe across my slit. It feels so good that I swear under my breath, and a shiver runs down my spine.
He chuckles. “I got more where that came from.”
He licks me until I’m a babbling, incoherent mess who can barely speak. But then he does the most amazing thing. He sucks my clit into his mouth and swirls his tongue around it.
The electricity underneath my skin crackles into a lightning storm. There’s only flash after flash of pleasure. I come with a loud cry of ecstasy, unable to hold it in. I’ve never had an orgasm like this and definitely not with someone I care about.
