We moved at once, coming together in a crash of lips and teeth and tangled limbs. His hand slid into my hair and cupped my neck possessively. He swallowed my moan with a kiss, his tongue diving into my welcoming mouth. My hands found the front of his suit and pulled him to me, silently begging for more. He granted my wish by pulling me onto his lap, and I wasthankful he’d removed the fake Santa belly before we sat down. Because now, I could feelallof him.
Gripping my hips, he ground his erection into my core. I instinctively rocked against him, eliciting a growl. It was primal and aggressive, and I wanted more. My heart rate ramped up when he slid his hands up my thighs, bunching the dress at my waist. In a flash, the green and red material was pooled on the floor, and his fingers deftly worked at the clasp on my bra. This was really happening. The moment I fantasized about the majority of my teenage years was playing out in real time right here in this cabin.
Cool air whispered across my skin, causing goosebumps to pebble my arms and my nipples to tighten. “Fuck,” he let out on a long, low groan. “You are exquisite.” He lifted one hand and gently cupped my breast, rubbing his thumb over the hardened peak. My hips jerked at the sensation, and his gaze lifted to my face. “You like that, don’t you?”
I nodded, shamelessly grinding against him. He repeated the motion, and I clamped my thighs around his hips.
“Donovan,” I groaned, needy and ready to feel his touch elsewhere.
Another low growl rumbled from his chest. “You’re the only person who calls me that,” he admitted, leaning forward to take one turgid peak into his mouth and sucking. It was true. Everyone else called him Donny, but I’d always preferred his full name. It suited him so much better.
My arms came around his head, and I gripped his short dark hair. After a few languid strokes of his tongue, he released my nipple and cupped my jaw.
“And now that I’ve heard you moan my full name, no one else is ever allowed to use it again,” he declared in a raspy tone. Then he brought his mouth down on mine, and I opened to hisinvasion. I was a territory ripe for the taking, and he was ready to stake his claim.
8
DONOVAN
It was a damn good thing Emily’s bed was close because my dick was so hard, I could barely walk. I stood with her still in my arms, creating a delicious friction when she slid over my hardened length. Her arms tightened around me, and her head tilted to the side, letting me in deeper. I needed to be inside her, and I was done waiting.
In a few quick strides, I dropped her onto the mattress and crawled over her body. She was bare from the waist up but still wore those candy cane striped tights. I needed to remedy that immediately. Not bothering to ask her to lift her hips so I could gently slide them down her legs, I gripped the waistband and pulled, ripping them right down the center. She gasped, and her eyes flared with heat. I dropped my gaze to the apex of her thighs and groaned when I realized she was bare beneath her tights.
“No panties,” I affirmed with a sly grin. “Naughty girl.” Fuck, I wanted her to be naughty for me. I wanted her to get downright dirty.
Moving down her body, I trailed kisses over her stomach and across her hips before setting my shoulders between her thighs. If I didn’t get a taste of her soon, I would die from sheer anticipation alone.
Her hips bucked, and she shoved her hands into my hair at the first swipe of my tongue. I gripped her thighs, pinning her to the bed so I could torture her with each lick and suck of her clit. She was primed and ready to detonate by the time I slid two fingers inside her. A few expertly placed strokes and she was arching off the bed, calling out my name as her walls tightened around my fingers.
Her chest heaved, and her skin flushed the prettiest shade of pink. I leaned forward and captured her lips in a kiss before lifting off the bed and removing my jacket. She watched, her lower lip trapped between her teeth as I slipped the festive red fabric from my shoulders and slowly slid the suspenders down my arms. I gripped the back of my plain white T-shirt and pulled it over my head. Her eyes skimmed down my torso, taking in the sight, and I couldn’t help myself. I flexed my abdominal muscles when her gaze reached my waist.
She lifted a hand, gripping me by the waistband, and climbed onto her knees. “My turn,” she asserted with a wicked gleam in her eyes. I wouldn’t stop her. I’d been thinking about what her lips would feel like wrapped around my cock all night.
My pulse skittered, and my breath caught when her hand dipped into my pants. She palmed my erection, lifting until the head popped out. Impatient for her touch, I pushed the velvet down my legs, letting it pool at my feet. She fisted my length, giving a few languid strokes before bending forward and parting her lips. I slid inside the euphoric warmth of her waiting mouth, and she took me to the back of her throat. I nearly came right then and there and had to take a few deep breaths to regain my composure.
She worked me over, alternating between sucking me deep into her mouth and swirling her tongue around my tip. It was the sweetest kind of torment, but I wasn’t sure how much moreI could take, and I didn’t want to finish in her mouth. I wanted her pussy more than I’d ever wanted any present under the tree.
9
EMILY
Donovan tugged on my hair, causing him to pop free from my mouth, and I was suddenly self-conscious of my abilities. Was I doing it wrong? One look at his molten gaze assured me that wasn’t the case.
“I need to be inside you. Now,” he demanded, and I obeyed. Retrieving his duffle from the table, he pulled out a condom and ripped the foil open with his teeth, rolling it on as he crossed the room to where I was still kneeling on the bed. He grabbed me by the backs of my thighs and yanked. I landed with a surprised yelp on my back, and he settled between my thighs, his length brushing my still sensitive clit.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he said, brushing the rogue strands of hair from my face. My inner teenager preened at his praise. For so many years, I yearned to hear those words from his mouth. I was awkward back then, with limbs too long for my body and braces to correct my overbite. He’d never given me the time of day, but in his defense, I was underage, and he was in his mid-twenties by then. By all accounts, heshouldn’thave been looking at me that way. But I wasn’t a kid anymore. I wasn’t a shy virgin making out with her pillow every night and pretending it was Donovan Hughes. No, I had the real deal rightin front of me, and I was about to make my teenage dream come true.
Donovan settled his weight on his elbows and positioned himself at my entrance. He pushed inside slowly, and we groaned in unison. The sensation was almost too much as he slid forward, inch by delicious inch until he was fully seated inside me.
“Don’t move,” he said, dropping his forehead to mine. “Feels too good.” His voice was as shaky as his arms. Testing the waters, I wiggled my hips ever so slightly. His breath hissed through his teeth, and he thrust forward to still the movement. All it did was hit that perfect spot inside me.
“If you don’t move soon, I’m going to have to finish this by myself while you sit by and watch.” He lifted his head, his eyes darkening at the prospect.
“I’m not opposed to seeing that.” A devilish grin spread across his face. “But your next orgasm belongs to me.”
He pulled back and slammed into me, and all the air left my lungs. The antique bed squeaked and groaned with each thrust, as though it wouldn’t last much longer. But I couldn't make myself care. If it collapsed beneath us, then so be it. As long as Donovan kept pushing me higher and higher toward release, I didn’t care what happened. He shifted, changing the angle of his penetration, and the pressure coiled tighter in my belly. I was a bow strung tight, and a few more plucks would send me flying.
A cry broke from my lips as I shattered beneath him. My body milked him, spurring on his release. He collapsed against me, his damp hair tickling my neck. A shiver ran through his muscular frame, and goosebumps pebbled his damp skin as I ran my fingers soothingly up and down his back. I wanted to stay like this forever, my body sated and limp, my fantasy come to life, but I needed a shower. Perspiration dampened my skin, and there were new and delicious aches settling into my body.
