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Somewhat.
But I can’t stop my hand from snaking down between her legs.
She breaks off the kiss when I grind down on her sex, as I feel all her wet warmth seeping through her panties, the way she whimpers and moans the more I rub.
“Freaking heck,” she whimpers, staring up at me with wide eyes. “What are you doing, Nick?”
“Giving you a Christmas gift,” I smirk as my breathing picks up, getting deeper and hotter. “What does it feel like?”
“It feels good… so. Freaking. Good.”
She starts to shiver against me, her body shuddering, her hips twitching.
But even as she gives herself over to the pleasure – her eyes closing, eyelids fluttering – I can tell there’s a piece of her that’s holding back. It’s like there’s a part of her that is afraid this is all a joke.
I growl and surge forward, pushing my lips against hers again, rubbing her sex furiously. She gasps and moves in time with me, driven by my movements, as I savor the lilt of her pleasure filled voice.
It’s like she’s about to burst into an orgiastic song.
I rub her faster, feeling how hot and wet she is through the fabric of her pants. Her scent washes over me, tangy and inviting, as she breaks off the kiss again.
She gasps, her voice faltering, eyes popping open with shock. I know she can’t take it anymore, not when I rub her even faster, impossibly faster, pumping my whole arm.
Whimpering, she buries her face against my chest, gasping into my pectorals. I wish I wasn’t wearing this damn suit so I could feel her needy breaths against my bare skin.
But I can feel her vibrations, the endless ricocheting lust rushing through her, pumping through her curvy young body. I push as close to her as I can get whilst still rubbing her hot-as-fuck pussy, so I can feel every tiny reverberation that travels through her, cascading through her body like a fireworks show.
She moans and bites down on the Santa suit as the last tremors take possession of her. And then she leans back, trusting me to catch her, staring up at me with wide eyes.
Excitement rushes through me. The helm of my dick burns with the vital need to be inside of her.
“I can’t go any further,” she murmurs.
I chuckle darkly. “Yes, yes you can.”
She places her hand on my chest, tilting her head, her cheeks as red as my Santa’s hat. Something brave flickers in her eyes, but it withers a moment later, replaced by a rush of anxiety that makes my chest tighten. As though I’m feeling it too, my woman’s emotions, her pain burning through me.
“Did you really mean all that stuff you said?”
“Yes,” I tell her firmly. “I couldn’t sleep last night, thinking about you… thinking about the way you strutted around in that elf outfit. I couldn’t stop thinking about the way you sang, the joy in your voice. But it was a sad sort of joy like you knew the moment was temporary, impossible to reclaim.”
“Whoah, Nick,” she whispers. “I feel like you just read my mind. That’s pretty much how I feel all the time.”
“But you don’t need to, not anymore,” I say passionately. “You belong to me. Forever. You don’t have to worry about it all being snatched away—”
“Nick, I’m a virgin.”
She blurts it out like she doesn’t trust herself to tell me unless she does it quickly. Like ripping off a band-aid.
“Good.” I squeeze onto her hips, sinking my fingers indulgently into her curvy plump flesh. “That’s a good thing, Natalie. It means no other man will ever get to claim you. It means you’re my gift, mine alone. And not just for Christmas. But every day for the rest of our lives. So don’t tell me you’re a virgin like that would make me want you less. Because that’s impossible.”
I can hardly get the words out, my throat is tight with all the sudden emotion, some of it primal, some of it just plain romantic.
Maybe the Christmas spirit is finally having an effect on me.
Did I really just think of the word romantic?
She takes a step back, as much as she can with the little space between us.
“I think I need time to think,” she says quietly. “This is all happening so fast and—”
“Do you feel the same?” I demand gruffly. “I know you need time to think. I’ll respect that. But first, you need to tell me if I’m going crazy. Is there something here?”
“Yes,” she whispers, setting alight a fire inside of me again. “That’s what I’m afraid of. I don’t want to rush into something and get hurt.”
“I’d never hurt you.” I reach up and brush a curly strand of wonderful hair from her forehead, tucking it behind her ear. “I’d die before I did that.”
