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“Nate?” His name is a whisper, or a moan, or a plea. Maybe all of the above. I’m not entirely sure, but it causes him to spring into action.
He closes the small gap between us as his lips crash into mine. It’s like a dam has burst, and all of the awkward, pent-up tension that's been brewing for the past two weeks is finally released.
I gasp against his mouth, and he takes advantage, slipping his tongue inside. I shiver in my seat as my core throbs again. This isn’t like any other first kiss I’ve ever had. This is consuming and passionate andhungry. He’s devouring me, and I’m not going to do a thing to stop him.
His mouth moves over mine as if he’s been holding back until this exact moment, and that thought makes my head spin. He trails his kisses from my lips, to my jaw, up to my ear. Like he can’t bear the concept of not kissing me. Then he whispers something that stops my heart midbeat.
“Tell me to stop, Teddie.” His voice is husky with lust and desire.
My trembling hand fists his shirt. I’m panting as my arousal begins to slicken my pussy. My brain is scrambled, but I’ve never wanted anything more than to lie naked beneath this man.
“Don’t stop,” I moan, wanting his mouth back on mine.
He doesn’t make me wait and captures my mouth again. Only, this time, his kiss is slower, more sensual. He wants this too, and that ratchets up my desire to a level I didn’t think was possible.
In one swift movement, Nate scoops me up from my chair, wrapping my legs around his hips and cupping my ass through my thin shorts. I yelp in surprise, but he quickly swallows the sound. I want to tell him he doesn’t have to carry me since I’m not exactly a light-weight. But he doesn’t struggle in the slightest, and I’m distracted when his large hands massage the globes of my ass.
He glides his thumbs beneath the flimsy cloth of my shorts, and for once, I’m thankful it's laundry day and I ran out of clean panties. Now, I get to feel his calloused fingertips caress my bare skin. He gathers the fabric together like a thong, firmly tugging it so it rubs against my clit. I moan and tighten my legs around him.
The world is spinning, and I barely register that he’s walking us to his room. I’m lost in his kisses when he drops me on top of his bed and crawls over me. His gaze slides up my body, and goosebumps break out on my skin.
He notices the rapid rise and fall of my chest, and zeroes in on my breasts. His eyes return to my face, and he holds my stare while snaking his hand under my shirt. Slowly, my stomach and chest are exposed, and my nipples harden from the chilled air. Excitement swirls inside me while I anticipate his next move.
After what feels like an eternity, he glances down to my bared skin and lets out a hiss. “Fuck, Teddie. Do you have any idea how sexy your body is?”
The answer isno,but he doesn’t give me a chance to respond. He leans down and closes his lips around my nipple, massaging my other breast until my body arches into his touch.
“Nate!” I cry out when he nibbles my sensitive flesh, a jolt of electricity running straight to my pussy. My hands fist the sheets, and my head tosses to the side as I try to control the moans begging to escape.
His mouth moves to my other breast while his hand slides down between my legs. I gasp as his tongue lavishes me with attention and his fingers stroke my glistening slit through the opening of my shorts. They need to come off so I get more of his exquisite touch.
“Off,” I pant, wiggling my hips. “Take them off.”
He smirks before relieving me of the offending garment in less than two seconds. I have no idea where he tosses it, but I couldn’t care less as long as he’s touching me. His fingers slide up and down between my lips, coating them with my arousal as he teases my clit. I’m so turned on it hurts, and all I can think about is how much I want him inside me.
“Please, Nate,” I keen, circling my hips beneath his hand.
“Soon, baby.” He licks at my breast, pulling my nipple between his teeth before biting the sensitive skin of my neck. “I have to stretch you first. I don’t want to hurt you.”
I want to scoff and protest that I’ll be fine, but then he drops his hips against my thigh, and I feel something incredibly hard and almost as thick as a soda can rub against me.
Where’s he been packing all that?
I whimper with need, but now understand why he wants to take his time. I’m grateful, though. I haven’t exactly had a thriving sex life in the past six months or, to be honest, the past year. And when I have guests in the house, including Nate, I don’t feel comfortable using any of my,ahem,mechanical boyfriends that I keep tucked in a box underneath my bed. That being said, I’m sure things could use a little… loosening up.
But I’m pulled out of my head when two long, thick fingers finally slide inside me. Breathless, I grab his shoulder to tug him closer, and he obliges, slotting his body between my legs while my mouth drops open with pleasure.
The repeated drag of his fingers along my walls is enough to have me coming undone. But that’s clearly not what Nate wants, and he slows his movements, hovering his hand over my core so his palm doesn’t rub against my clit. It drives me crazy in the best possible way.
He must read my thoughts because he slips a third digit in and begins to stroke my walls, ramping up the intensity. His fingers slowly pump in and out, curling toward him and brushing against my G-spot. My arousal soaks my inner thighs and drips down my ass, no doubt wetting the sheets beneath me. My hips roll as I fuck myself on his fingers until Nate suddenly pulls away. I mewl at the loss of his touch while my empty pussy clenches around nothing.
“Na-ate,” I cry, lifting my hips and spreading my legs. If I were in my right mind, I’d be embarrassed by my behavior. But, in this moment, I feel drunk on desire, and the only thing that can appease my need is getting Nate—any part of him—back inside me so I can ride him to completion.
“Holy shit,” he breathes out. His free hand drops to my thigh, massaging close to my core. I moan and lift my chin so I can see him. He’s staring at me in awe and lust. “Look at you, Teddie. Who knew under all that tinsel and Christmas cheer, there was a needy little elf begging to be fucked.”
I can’t help the pout that forms on my lips, and I want to tell him he’s wrong—that I’m not needy and would be fine without him. But we’d both know that’s a lie because if he doesn’t make me come soon, I just might die.
He chuckles, and the rich, deep sound makes my pussy twitch, causing me to whine. “I’m sorry, baby. Did the Grinch hurt your feelings?”
