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It takes everything I have not to turn around, grab his beautiful head, and pull his mouth to mine. God knows, I have no idea what I’d be doing, but hopefully, he’d take over and…. My body thrums, taut with need. Every breath that Jackson takes reverberates somewhere deep in me and I feel his hot breath against my neck.
Unconsciously, I press closer still and feel him hard and flush against me again. I let out a small moan.
“Sugar, you grinding that sweet ass against me is going to get you spanked.” His voice is thick with sleep, and I can’t help it, I turn around to face him. This is probably not wise, seeing as how it brings me up front and closer. He groans, and grabbing my butt, he drags me flush against him. I can feel every inch of his manhood, rigid and throbbing against my own heat, separated by nothing but thin fabric. I let out a gasp, or it might be a moan. I can’t tell, but holy hell. He is big.
“Jackson, I—”
“Minx.” He growls and presses a hard kiss to my mouth before he moves his hips back and forth, his length sliding right against my heat until I…well, I come embarrassingly fast, actually. He groans.
“Oh, God! I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be. It’s a compliment.” He chuckles as he kisses me softly. “Just give me a minute. I’m going to get rid of these boxers.”
“Oh! Did you?”
“No. I’m saving that to put inside you in the morning. But you came good and proper, sugar.”
“I see. That’s…that’s normal, right?”
“Yes, sweetness.” He slides from the bed and whips his boxers down his legs. “Why don’t you get rid of your bra while we’re at it?”
“OK,” I say, sitting up and reaching behind my back as I try to make out the shape of his erection in the darkened room. I don’t get to see much, but once he gets back into the bed and curls up behind me, Ifeelit practically wedge between my ass cheeks.How am I supposed to sleep with that turning me on all night?
“Sleep, my Sophia,” he croons, burying his face into my neck and lightly nipping the soft flesh of my throat. “Santa won’t come if you don’t go to sleep.”
“Are you Santa?”
I can feel him smile against me. “Maybe. Just maybe. Now do me a favor and close your eyes and lie still. If you do that wriggle thing again, I’m likely to shoot my load up your back, and that would be a waste.”
I can’t help the hot flush that creeps up my face at his words, but I close my eyes shut, burying my face into the pillow and this time, with Jackson rubbing slow circles along the curve of my breast, I somehow manage to fall asleep.
JACKSON
The first thing I see when I wake up in the morning is the delicate curve of Sophia’s shoulder, her beautiful red curls glinting like fire as a sliver of sun slips through the folds of the drapes. I lie there, feeling her curled into me, her soft curves against my chest. My arm lies casually draped across her lush waist, my open palm cupping her soft breast, something I obviously did in my sleep.
Molten warmth floods through me, and I want nothing more than to lie here forever with Sophia in my arms, warm and pliant. Christmas morning has never felt sweeter.
Christmas morning. I grin to myself, thinking it’s high time I unwrap my present.
Leaning closer, I press a trail of soft, warm kisses along the curve of her neck, and when I reach her ear, I gently nip it before placing a kiss in the hollow behind it.She stirs, her body slowly rousing to my kisses.
“Wake up, sugar,” I whisper as I continue to pepper kisses along her neck and jaw. “It’s Christmas morning, Sophia.”
“Hmmm. Time for your present.” Her voice is raspy, thick with sleep, and it’s easily the best thing I’ve ever heard.
“Good morning.” I pause to smile down at her, to take in her lovely face before I turn her around to face me.
“Good morning.” She grins back, and I cup her cheek and pull her up for a kiss, deepening it as her body stretches against mine. Her hands come up to hold me, but before she can, I circle mine around her wrists, pushing them up and over her head, before I shift my weight over hers, and she freely opens her legs for me.
“Mmm. It feels like my sugar is ready for me.” I moan as her hips instinctively buck and grind against my Christmas morning wood—not that it’s gone down since the moment I first saw her. To say I ache is an understatement.
“I’m so ready, Jackson. Please don’t make me wait much longer.”
I shift my hips slightly and close my eyes, loving the sensation of her slick sex rubbing against my hard shaft. She moans to show she’s enjoying it too as I keep the friction going when I bend forward. My hands still hold her wrists, keeping her gorgeous breasts exposed and available to me. I drag my teeth lightly over her nipples, teasing her, before kissing a trail of wet, hot kisses across her chest, from one mound to the other.
“Jackson,” she urges, arching her back as her nipples pucker. “I need you to kiss me.”
“Gladly.” Grinning, I shift up her body and press a chaste peck on her pouting lips, grinding myself a little firmer against her before I pull back and watch her writhe and whimper under me.
