The caveman in me rises to the surface quicker than I can restrain it. And when she slides a hand behind herself and traces a fingertip over my balls, my restraint snaps altogether. I slap her ass, hard.
She rocks into me with a harsh gasp.
“My turn,” I growl, manhandling her as I rise and move from the bed, crossing the room until she’s perched on the low windowsill. Slamming her into the cold glass, I spread her thighs wider still, gripping her hips with one hand and curling my fingers around her neck with the other.
Pulling out slowly, I snap out, “Watch.”
Her gaze drops to the place we are connected. Where my hard length penetrates her soft, wet cunt.
It takes my fucking breath away.
“We fit so damn perfect, Celeste.”
I rock into her, sending a hand to tease that little nub of hers that has her all worked up. A strangled whimper leaves her throat.
She arches off the glass.
My hand slides from her neck to one breast in a punishing grip, flicking the nipple with my thumb. My nail scrapes the tender peak with every pass.
She grips the side of the window frame.
I pick up the pace, but the glass groans with the force. With a growl, I tug her onto my waist and pad from the window.
“Where are we going?” she breathes.
The fireplace is all but out. I kneel on the floor and grab the poker, sending embers into the chimney. I toss on another two logs as she kisses and nips my neck, my jaw.
“Hurry up, sweet man. I can’t wait. I don’t care if we’re cold.”
“I care if you’re cold, baby.”
Plus, I intend on fucking her on every surface and fulfilling her Christmas wish. Even if it takes weeks.
Fuck, I hope it takes years.
When I have reasonable flames leaping from the hardwood logs and kindling, she’s all but frantic. Suckling, touching. Hips wiggling in protest of the intermission.
“You’re an impatient little thing, baby.”
“You not moving is torture,” she whines.
I chuckle, and she narrows her eyes as she wriggles her hips.
“You want everything I got?”
“Everything. As much as you’ll give me.”
Everything may tak?—
She rises on her knees now, leaving me reeling in the wake of her fluttering pussy. When I slip from her wet entrance altogether, it’s too much.
“No,” I growl, grabbing her arm before she can rise to her feet.
Where the hell does she think she’s going?
But when she turns back, a wry smile on her lips, I realize I’ve been played.
“Fucking brat.”
