“What things, baby?” He pulls back just long enough to lock his eyes with mine, waiting for me to answer.
I barely recognize my own voice, breathless, needy. “I want your fingers…everywhere. I want your mouth…against me.”
A groan rumbles from him, his hands trailing up my waist before unhooking my bra, baring my skin to the chill air and his scorching gaze. His mouth finds my breast, tongue flicking over a tightened peak, making me shudder.
“Your tits are so beautiful,” he murmurs against my skin, his voice full of reverence. “So big and heavy, you make my mouth water.”
I arch into his touch, feeling my resolve slip away, surrendering to the pull of him, the way he’s making me come undone. “Cole…I need you.”
“Patience, Mrs. Claus.” His voice is smug, but there’s a hunger in his eyes that mirrors my own. “I want to savor this. Every second. Every inch of you.” He lifts his head, his fingers tracing over my pussy lips, spreading me open for him, driving me out of my mind.
“I’ve waited too damn long to make you mine,” he growls, his mouth descending between my legs, his tongue sweeping over my heat, and I nearly come apart at that first touch. I moan, unable to hold back, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as he feasts on my soaked slit, licking and tasting like I’m the sweetest thing he’s ever had.
His tongue moves in lazy, teasing strokes, taking his time, driving me wild with every pass.
“You taste like heaven,” he murmurs against me, his words sending a thrill through my body.
He doesn’t let up, mouth and hands working in tandem, coaxing me closer to the edge. I’m trembling, lost to him, to the way he makes me feel. “Cole… please…”
But he just grins, dark and wicked, before he takes one of the candy canes I brought from my bag and runs it over the tip of my nipple. I shudder as he trails it down my skin, over my hips, before teasing the bud of my clit. He grins, easing the the candy cane inside my pussy, fucking me with just the tip at first, before sinking the candy fully inside of me. I arch and moan, enjoying the way he plays and sucks at my skin as if he’s savoring every inch of me.
“You’re definitely on the Naughty List now, gorgeous,” he hums as his fingers slip inside me, curling just right, and I can’t hold back anymore. My body clenches around him, a broken cry slipping from my lips as pleasure crashes over me, leaving me breathless.
Before I’ve even caught my breath, he’s standing, lifting me in his arms, carrying me down the hallway. His voice is a low, possessive growl. “I want you in my bed for the rest of the night. And the next. And every night after that. I’ll tie you to me until I have my fill of you if that’s what it takes. Torturing me the way you have been these last few days, making me put on that Santa getup, consider this your punishment, sweetheart.”
I cling to him, my heart pounding, feeling more loved, more wanted, than ever before. He licks and sucks at my soaked pussy, driving me wild, before he pushes his jeans down his thighs and reveals his hard dick to the open air. I gasp at the sight of it, my mouth watering, the urge to feel him at the back of my throat is strong.
His hands slide over my waist and he brings me to the edge of the bed, lining himself up to fill me.
“Oh, God, yesss…” I husk when he breaches my entrance slowly. I arch into him, desperate to feel more when he pauses and catches my gaze.
“Are you on birth control?” he grunts.
“No,” I shake my head. “I’ve–I’ve never been with a man.”
His eyes shudder closed and a soft grunt falls from his lips. “Damn, sweetheart, I wasn’t expecting that. You’re so sweet and beautiful and now you tell me you’re untouched…” he lands a trail of kisses along my neck, “I’ve never been with any other woman. You’re the only one.” He sucks at the flesh of my breast before murmuring, “Are you sure you want this?”
“Yes–I’m sure. I’m more than sure.”
“Good–” his calloused thumb trails over my nipple, tweaking softly.
“I’ll do my best to take it slow, but I’ve been thinking of making you mine every damn night since you walked in here with all of your Christmas cheer.”
A grin slips over my lips followed by a needy moan when he pushes himself another inch inside of me. I gasp, prepared for the pain of him breaking past the barrier that will make me his forever, but it doesn’t come. I only feel a swell of pleasure.
He groans, gripping my hips and inching himself deeper into me. I grasp at his shoulders, arching my hips, greedy for more of him. “I want you deeper, I want to feel you buried inside of me.”
“Mm, damn, baby. I want that too,” he grunts and then in one swift move seats himself fully inside of me. He growls softly, “Does that hurt?”
“No,” I reassure him, clinging to his hard body as he thrusts slowly at first and then with more speed.
“God, precious, you’re gonna steal all the cum from my balls. I can’t wait any longer, I’m gonna fill your virgin womb with my babies.”
“Yes–do it,” I sing into the air.
“You want that? You want me to breed you, gorgeous?” He slows his thrusts, eyes locking with mine. “Fuck, it would ruin me to see you pregnant with my babies.”
I groan with pleasure, his words spurring another orgasm.
