Page 13 of A Very Cheeky Christmas

“One minute you were into it and the next, I lost you.”

“I was thinking about my senior prom.”

“Wow. The kiss was going a lot better on my end.”

chapter seven

Andrew

Those fathomless blue eyes of hers stare into mine. “I was thinking about my lack of experience, actually. I don’t want you to be disappointed,” she says. “I’m not a virgin. I mean not really.”

I put a finger to her lips. “Sweet thing, stop. I don’t care about any of that. Unless you feel strongly about sharing the experience with me, then stop worrying about it. This is about us; that’s all that matters to me. I don’t have a ton of experience either. I might look like a playboy, but that’s not how I was raised.”

She stares at me, then smiles. “You’re different than I expected.”

“I hope that’s a good thing,” I say.

“It’s a very good thing.”

“I need you to set the pace, Max.”

“Why is that?”

“Because I want nothing more than to tear your clothes off and bury my face in between those thick thighs of yours.”

She sucks in a breath, then nods.

“You’re nodding,” I say.

“Yes, please. Do that.” She pulls off her scrubs shirt but leaves her bra in place.

I’m already kicking off my jeans because I’ve been hard for this woman on and off all day and I’m so ready to make her come. I squeeze my dick through my boxers while I watch her peel off her bottom scrubs. There’s those curvy as fuck legs I saw this morning.

The first thing I’d thought about when I’d seen all that bare skin was wearing her thighs as earmuffs. Goddamn, this woman turns me on.

“Your body is ridiculous,” she says.

I look up into her face and her eyes are roaming all over my exposed skin.

“I could say the same about you. All those fucking curves.” I grab her hips and squeeze my fingers into her plump flesh.

“Just seems cosmically unfair for you to be this attractive, not a narcissist, and you—though I’m not an actual expert, I’m just judging from that bulge you’re sporting—have a big dick.”

I toss my head back and laugh and swallow the words that bubble up my throat. Because I nearly tell this woman I am head over feet in love with her.

“You can flatter me all you like, sweet thing, but I can extoll your virtues just as much. You’re beautiful and intelligent and fucking hilarious.” I slide my hands up from her hips to the bare flesh of her waist and I swear electricity sparks between our skin. “But I’d rather put my mouth to better use.”

She falls back onto the bed and scoots up to the middle. Leaning back on her elbows, it pushes her big tits forward. The dip of her waist accentuates her soft belly and the flair of her hips. Her navy blue cotton underwear cover her pussy, but there’s a telltale wet mark right between her folds.

“Take the bra off. I need to see all of you.” I get on the bed, between her thighs and run my knuckles up and down the crease of her pussy. “You’re so wet for me, sweet thing.”

She slips the bra off her shoulders, then tosses it on the floor. Her bare breasts are heavy and teardrop shaped, the nipples already hard. Her hands slide up and pluck at the hard little tips.

“Fuck,” I murmur. I pull those panties off her hips, then thighs until I can toss them on the ground. “Lay back and spread yourself open to me.”

Obediently, she follows my commands. Her thighs part. The scent of her arousal teases me as I lay on my stomach and wedge my shoulders between her legs. I spread her open with my thumbs.

She gasps.