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“I know it hurts, sugar,” he murmurs against my open mouth, kissing the edge of my lips soothingly. “But the pain will subside, and it won’t hurt at all next time.”
“It’s OK.” He pushes up on his hands, and I look into his eyes, finding concern in his bright blue orbs. “I’m OK. It only burns a little. Mostly, it feels really good.” I smile up at him, feeling closer to him than I ever thought possible. I’ve never felt this full in my life. But also, I’ve never felt this…right. This union of our bodies, it feels beautiful. We’re a perfect fit.
“I don’t think I’ve seen anything more beautiful than you in this moment, Sophia, wearing nothing but that blush with me buried deep inside you.”
At his words, the same overwhelming feeling I had last night floods my senses, and my throat tightens.God, can this man be more amazing?To think that less than twenty-four hours ago, I’d been cursing my luck for the bad weather, forcing me to stay in Boston, away from my family on Christmas. Who would have thought that being at that diner last night would change my life? Who would have thought that less than twelve hours after meeting this beautiful man, I’d fall so completely in love with him and be made love to so thoroughly and passionately?
“Oh, Jackson.” I reach up to kiss him, but gasp as the movement suddenly causes him to shift inside me. A feeling of sheer heat, of liquid pleasure seeps through me at the friction. Above me, Jackson groans.
“Hold still, sugar,” he pleads. “I’m trying really hard to hold on to my control here. But you’re so tight that you simply breathing makes me want to fuck you hard and fast so I can fill you up with my seed.”
“I don’t mind.” I run my nails gently over his bare, muscular shoulders.
“God, Sophia, you’re killing me here. I want to be gentle with you this first time.” As he speaks, a small bead of sweat forms on his forehead from the level of restraint he’s exhibiting.
“Jackson.” An overwhelming need for friction causes me to shift my hips. I want to ease that sense of fullness and feel him slide in and out of me, to feel him take me.“Oh, my god.”
“Sophia,” he groans. “Sugar, I need—”
“Jackson, move.” I gasp, still feeling that pleasurable tightness of him stretching me. “I need you to move. Now. You have to…”
Needing no further instruction, Jackson slowly drags himself out until only the tip of his shaft is still inside me. I cry out from the loss, but then he slides back in, and I’m moaning over the sudden wave of pleasure the friction provides.
“My god,” he rasps. “I’m not going to last long here.”
“I don’t care, Jackson. Just keep moving. Please.”
His pace is slow at first, and I raise my hips, automatically meeting his thrusts. It’s all I can do not to weep at the sheer bliss of this act, and the emotion connected to it. No wonder this is called making love, because it’s exactly how it feels. Like love.I love him.
“Sophia.” His voice strains as he picks up the pace, his breathing is heavy. “You feel so fucking good wrapped around my dick.” Shifting back, he hooks an arm beneath my knee then tosses my leg over his shoulder, deepening his thrusts and moving faster and faster. My entire body rocks at the movement.
Something wonderful and delicious furls inside me, more intense and pleasurable than any orgasm he’s already given me.
“Jackson,” I gasp, my breasts bouncing each time our hips meet. “I think I’m going to come.”
He reaches forward and cups my face in his palm, dragging his thumb against my lips. I press a kiss to the pad of his thumb, then he pushes it inside my mouth, and I lave my tongue over the pad—the act causing him to groan while my insides clench.
“You’re so fucking hot, sugar.” He pulls his thumb from my mouth and drags his fingers down my torso until he’s gripping the side of my hip. “Hold on tight.” He pulls back and thrusts in hard and fast.
“Holy—”
“Come for me, Sophia.”
“Are you nearly…?” I trail off, struggling to maintain focus as his eyes snap to mine.
“Now, sugar.”
“But, what about you?”
“My Sophia always comes first,” he growls, and those words, sweet yet so damn sexy, drive me over the edge as the pleasure overwhelms me, and I burst from within.
“Jackson!” I scream up to the sky as his thrusts quicken and he slams himself in harder, faster, harder, faster. Then all of a sudden, he shucks my leg from his shoulder and leans in, kissing me hard and sensually as he groans out his release, his buried cock pulsing inside me, hot and beautiful.
The kiss slows and becomes languid, and it takes a while before I can think, or even breathe. Jackson drops his forehead to mine, breaking apart the kiss as we suck in some much-needed air. His weight on me is warm and solid, his breathing ragged.
“This is definitely the greatest Christmas morning I’ve ever experienced.” He chuckles as he presses a soft kiss to my mouth and begins to pull away. I grab the round curves of his butt and pull him back to me.
“Stay,” I murmur, stroking the taut flesh absentmindedly, smiling slightly as I feel him twitch a little inside me as I caress him.
