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“I want that, too, Bron. I want to spend Christmas with you.”

I kissed her then, deep, and rough, my heart pounding so hard it almost came out of my chest. She thought I meant this one Christmas, but I was already making plans for the future. My Natalie was confident in some ways and timid in others. I’d just have to be right here, bolstering her confidence and proving my affection for her with every day I stayed.

It was a vow I made right then and there to myself. A special Christmas pact. As I kissed her, and kissed her, and continued to kiss her, I promised Natalie with every part of my being that I was not playing games with her. My body trembled, and I understood the profundity of what we were doing, even if I didn’t voice it. My body recognized hers, and hers responded in kind.

She fulfilled something in me. And I wanted to be that for her.

“Natalie,” I whispered, sliding down her body until I found her pussy with my mouth.

Her honeyed juices coated my lips as I quickened my pace, filling her with my tongue and strumming my thumb across her swollen clit. So hot. So delicious. My cock ached with the need to be inside her, and I squeezed the impatient thing with my free hand.

“Bron,” she moaned, her pussy rippling around my tongue as she climaxed.

I moved up, turning her over so her ass was thrust out and I pushed my condom covered cock into her from behind.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby. Look how good your pussy takes me,” I growled, holding onto her hips as I started rocking into her faster and harder.

Three pumps and I was already almost there, but I couldn’t come without her. Fuck, she fit me so well. She was perfect. Head thrown back, I watched her palm her own breasts, tugging her nipples as I pumped into her hard and steady.

“Yes, Bron, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

She commanded, like me stopping was even on the fucking table. Growling, I grabbed her tightly, pulling her onto me. She was sitting down, facing away from me, but still riding my cock so damn good. I lifted her up and down, fucking her on my dick so I could watch her bounce and quiver in the reflection of the turned off television.

It was too much. She was too much. So damned sexy. I needed to come. But her first. Always, her first.

“Come, baby. Now,” I grunted, reaching in front of us and pinching her clit.

I felt her pussy convulse around me, and I followed on her heels, chasing my orgasm, and bursting into ecstasy. I couldn’t wait for the day I had her with nothing between us, but for now, this was fine. It was Fanfuckingtastic, in fact.

I was almost fifty, and I didn’t think I believed in miracles anymore. But if having Natalie show up at my cabin door on Christmas Eve wasn’t a miracle, then I didn’t know what one was.

“Take me to bed,” Natalie whispered after a few long, drawn out minutes, and I grinned.

“I can do that.”

CHAPTER FIVE–NATALIE

Iopened my eyes in time to see the sun coming up. With all the snow everywhere, it was blinding, and I squinted till my eyes adjusted. The storm had stopped sometime in the night and instead of three feet, I would have guessed somewhere around eighteen inches. It was still beautiful, and it wasn’t the only thing.

I turned my head and met Bron’s silver stare. I didn’t know how long he’d been watching me, and for the first time, I didn’t mind a man’s scrutiny of my body or face without makeup. Especially since he’d spent most of the last eighteen hours showing me what he thought about me and my body.

“Good morning, baby,” he whispered, and I had to clamp my thighs together at my body’s immediate response to his deep, husky voice.

He pulled me close and kissed me, chuckling when I refused to open my mouth for him. I shook my head and turned away, giggling.

“Movies make it look cute, but no way, I need to brush before we make out.”

“Fine. We can brush before we make out,” but we don’t need that for this,” he growled and pinched my ass.

I yelped, rolling onto my back, which gave him exactly what he wanted. Bron slid drown my body, licking a trail straight to my pussy, lighting fires with his skilled mouth and hands as he went. I was totally at his mercy, and the way the man could conjure such a response from me had me wondering if he was some kind of wizard or something.

“Bron, oh,” I moaned as he used the flat of his tongue to lick me from asshole to clit in long, slow swipes.

Soon, I needed more. I tried flexing my hips, bucking to meet his advances, but he held me down with one arm across my belly as he plunged two fingers into my core. Even that relief faded since instead of working me good, he used them to slowly torture me further. Barely there thrusts and almost touches across my clit had me whimpering and mewling like a needy, mindless thing.

“Please, Bron,” I begged, not caring how I sounded.

“Please what?”

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