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I lowered my head and swallowed his dick, relaxing my jaw and throat so I could take in as much of him as possible. When he groaned again, and his fingers slid into my hair, I knew I had him. His other hand tucked a few loose strands behind my ear and when I looked up his heavy-lidded gaze was focused on the motion of his dick sliding in and out of my mouth.
He twitched under my palm which was still firmly wrapped around the base of him and I squeezed, applying a good amount of pressure while I trailed my tongue along his heated flesh.
“Boston, you’re killin’ me.”
I took him into my mouth and hummed as he slipped deeper, landing at the back of my throat. He groaned from somewhere deep and I pulled back to the head and took him in again. I glanced up to find his eyes cut with intensity but this time he lifted his hips, thrusting up, forcing himself deeper.
The weight of his gaze, the deeper I took him, and the feel of him pulsing against my lips had my pussy throbbing and I was so drenched that when he gently lifted my head so his dick slid from my mouth and motioned to his lap, I wanted to scream thank you, but this wasn’t about me. Not this first one.
“You’re stopping me?” My tongue darted over my bottom lip and I grinned slowly at Wilde who returned one.
“I’m pretty sure I owe you a ride.” He eased his hand into his shorts pocket and held up a condom. I glanced at the foiled package then arched a brow before I took it from his fingers and shoved my shorts down over my hips. Once they landed in a pile on the floor I stepped out of them.
“Were you planning on having sex with me after I finished decorating?”
His eyes did a greedy descent over my body while I ripped the condom open. “I was planning on having sex with youinsteadof decorating. You were just so damn happy caught up in it all of that, I didn’t want to fuck up your moment.”
My hands skillfully worked the condom on him while he talked so by the time he was done, I sank onto him, exhaling a deep sigh. Last night was everything, however, this moment with me on top, completely taking in the fullness and length of Wilde with no room for anything but him granted me the experience on an entirely different level.
“That was very kind of you. I think it’s only right that I deliver a proper thanks.”
“I’m not going to disagree,” he said before his back hit the sofa and his mouth was on me. His tongue slowly glided across my left breast before he sucked the nipple between his lips, garnering a groan from me.
I bucked, losing my rhythm, but he took over, thrusting upward with hard plunges that landed deep. My body felt so damn amazing, warm and tingly, while he stroked me toward my first release. We fell into a steady rhythm of me rocking and grinding against his lap while he lifted his hips, holding me down with the pressure of his fingers pressing into my waist. So fucking blissful.
When I came, he came. Wilde kissed me through the entire wave of energy that swirled through my body, pulsing and squeezing, from the inside out until I completely shattered. When I crashed into Wilde’s chest, he kept rocking into me with slow thrusts, working through the rest of his release while he hugged me tightly against him with his face buried in the crook of my neck.
If nothing else felt right in my life, this damn sure did!
ChapterThirteen
Christmas Eve.
I had never been overly enthused about the holidays but our mother forced it on us because she was. We all played along to make her happy, but this year, waking up with Shore curled up next to me in my bed, brought a new meaning to the holidays. She was now the outline for what my Christmas would be.
Contentment. Fulfillment. Comfort. Peace.
Her smiles, those damn expressive eyes that clung to me when she spoke about her first Christmas on the ranch, in Miller’s Pointewith me, was enough to make me feel peace. Even now, she was so fucking adorable and sexy moving around my kitchen making a surprise Christmas breakfast. Heavy on the sexy because the way my dick was painfully hard while I watched Shore in one of my t-shirts with only panties beneath it, exposing toned brown legs down to white painted toes, was pure torture.
I wasn’t supposed to be paying attention to what she was doing according to Shore. Breakfast was asurprise, but the amount of cursing and fussing she was carrying on with while preparing it had a grin on my face and my eyes following her every move.
“Okay, I think I’m done.”
Shore stood in the center of the kitchen with her fingers laced together, arms locked, shoulders squared like she was nervous.So damn adorable.
“Thinkor youare?”
She smiled slowly. “Well I am done, but not sure if it’s complete.” Her smile expanded a little more. “Orgood. You can be the judge of how it all turned out.”
“Shit, that’s not much of a selling point.” I glanced past her at the table and lifted from the sofa, crossing through the living room until I met her in the kitchen. “But if you prepared it for me, then it’s perfect.”
This woman could have shoveled shit on a plate and I would have enjoyed it with a smile. Yeah, I was pretty damn gone over her and not caring in the least. She was well worth falling for.
I dropped a kiss to her lush lips and moved past Shore to the table where I found two plates piled with food, very colorful food.
“Um, what’s this?”
She inched close to me. “You wanted to know what Christmas was like with my family, well this is it.” She pointed to the plates. “Santa cakes, green eggs, milk, and winter berry toast.”
