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"Why don't you come sit on Santa's lap and tell him what a naughty, naughty girl you've been."
Grinning with delight, I perch on his strong thighs. "You'd make a better Santa if you had a beard and rosy cheeks, but I suppose the wicked gleam in your eye will do for now."
He buries his hand in my hair, tilts my head back and crushes my lips in a searing kiss. His tongue slips into my mouth, tasting and exploring until we're both panting with need.
Luca grunts as my ass brushes against the hard ridge in his pants. "The gleam in my eyes has nothing to do with the holiday spirit."
It's less of a gleam and more like the rabid stare of a large carnivore and I'm his prey. I'm not going to argue. "Is that right?" I sass. "Are you going to ask me what I want?"
Luca brushes my hair aside and cups the back of my neck. "Tell me,” he breathes. "And you'll get everything you want."
His body's warm, clean scent drifts over me, and all I can think about is how dirty I want to get with him. The tortured expression on his face makes me wriggle, teasing him further. I grind onto his lap just enough to send a jolt of pleasure straight to my core, but he grips my hip to stop me.
He trails his hand over my curves desperately trying to keep his composure as he removes my sweater. Casting it aside, he kisses my neck, working his way down until he's scraping his teeth along my collarbone. He kisses the tops of my breasts, lowering my bra cups and licking one nipple, then the other.
I am putty in his hands, and I have never been happier than I am in this moment. Unable to speak, I mewl in response.
"If you're a good girl, maybe Santa will let you touch his sack, and play with his special toy."
I throw my head back and laugh. "I can't believe you just said that with a straight face."
"You didn't tell Santa what you want," he says, dropping another kiss on my lips.
"Santa interrupted." Running my hands along his thighs, I ask, "Are you listening?"
He picks me up off his lap, twirls me around, and sets me on the couch. I lift my pelvis when he unzips my jeans, enabling him to slide them over my hips, kicking them aside when they reach my ankles. My nipples harden when I shimmy out of my bra.
Luca drops to his knees and settles between my thighs. His intense, erotic stare combined with the heat from the fire, causes me to break out in a sweat. He's more beast than man.
Parting my legs wide, he nips my flesh, sucking and licking his way to my throbbing core. Pleasure shoots through me as he spreads me wide, lapping at my most intimate place. Gentle at first, he teases, tastes and explores my body, but when I begin rolling my hips seeking intensity, he lashes me with his tongue.
Luca knows what I need before I do. He works me to the peak of pleasure, and I crest the wave with his name on my lips. When the shuddering spasms subside, I cup his face tenderly, gazing into his blown-out pupils and sigh contentedly. Together, we're a delicate dance of trust and mind-blowing intimacy.
But we're not done. Not by a long shot. There's an ache inside me, a primal yearning to seek connection with him on the most intimate level. An ache only he can fill.
I need him more than air.
LUCA
I've dreamt of this moment so many times. Agonized over it, mapped it out in my head, imagined a thousand variations of how it would feel. Her fragrance intoxicates my senses. Holding her feels so good, its obscene. But nothing compares to the reality of tasting her.
Cupping the back of her neck, I pull her in for a kiss. She moans into my mouth as I devour her lips. Audrey stares, her hooded eyes glazed and wanting. "I need you,” she sighs.
Then she drops to the ground, unzips, and lowers my pants, letting my painfully hard cock spring free. She wraps her hand around my aching length, taking her time exploring. Squeezing and stroking as she learns to read the subtle intricacies of my body.
I pull off my sweater as the pleasure builds inside me at her touch. She pumps my shaft, turning me into a quivering mess, and I utter a string of curse words. I need to be inside her. Unable to hold on any longer, I remove her hand to grab a condom from my pants. Then we lie beside the fire on the rug.
“Trust me, beautiful, I’ll take my sweet time to make you scream. I’ll love you the way you deserve, but I’ve waited for this moment so damn long. This round will be short and sweet.”
"More like long and hard," she says, her voice husky as she glances at my cock, sheathed and straining.
As I flip her onto her back, my gaze locks on hers. "Ready?"
"Uh-huh,” she murmurs, licking her lips.
The swollen head of my cock breaches her entrance. Her petal lips flare around the crown and I hiss with pleasure. "Deeper?"
"Please," she whimpers.
