My nipples harden, begging for contact friction. A whimper escapes me as I begin tugging on the hem of Kodi’s hoodie. I need him. Now. The desire rising within me faster than I’ve ever experienced, the feeling almost feral. He answers my call without question or words, yanking the garment over his head, allowing me to run my fingers all over his thick, muscled torso.
He instinctively lifts me into his arms where my reflexes kick in, wrapping my legs around his waist, allowing me access to hisneck and shoulders. My kissing, nipping, and licking everywhere I can reach has him growling into my neck where he begins to tease my mate mark with his lips.
Letting my head fall back, I grant him access to my throat. He accepts the invitation, knowing every sensitive spot that makes my toes curl.
When my core clenches around nothing, I can’t take it anymore. Pushing on his shoulders and out of his grip, I sink to the floor and rip his black joggers down and take him into my mouth without warning. He groans deep and low, gently fisting my wild mass of hair. “Fuck. Yes.”
I swirl my tongue over the tip of his shaft, collecting the drop of precum I’ve earned, and he hisses, “Enough of that.”
With his ridiculous strength, he pulls me from my knees straight to being spread on his bed. He wastes no time gingerly removing my clothing like I’m something precious to unwrap.
Overcome with emotion yet again, I fight the tears gathering in my eyes. “I love you, Kodi.”
He stops moving completely, and meets my gaze with an almost intimidating seriousness. “I fucking worship you, Anya. Completely. There’s nothing left of me that doesn’t answer to you.”
As the vow leaves his lips, he sinks to his knees, pulling off the last of my clothing. His eyes never leave mine as his warm mouth makes contact with my center. His tongue and the connection of our bond thrum into a spiral of pleasure, and I’m panting as my core clenches around nothing again, needing him.
“Kodi,” I whine.
He begins to rise, kissing and nipping a trail up my body torturously slow, paying each of my breasts attention. “What do you need?”
Wriggling on the bed beneath him, I wrap my legs around him, pulling him towards me as I whisper, “All of you. Forever. But especially now.”
His soft chuckle warms my neck as he lines himself up at my entrance. He must have decided it’s one of the days where he wants to drive me mad before I get to come. He inches into me so unhurriedly that my patience wears and I buck up onto him, crying out at the sensation of fullness. I don’t think I’ll ever acclimate to the perfection and peace I feel when our bodies are one. This isn’t just sex and release. This is where our souls unite, each moment another stitch in the bond that sews us together.
His excruciatingly gradual pace has my head thrashing back and forth on the bed. “Kodi. Please.” I sob beneath him, unlocking his restraint.
He answers my pleas with a determined intensity, the sound of our bodies meeting, heavy breathing, and my cries ringing through the room. “Yes. Yes. Yes.” I chant.
“Does my baby need my knot to fill her up?” he grunts above me.
A whimpering nod is all I can manage as the heat gathers in my spine, spreading through my thighs. He reaches between us, massages my clit with his thumb, and notches his knot inside of me.
The orgasm that tears through me makes me see stars, the edges of my vision dimming a bit while I scream his name. He ruts into me for a handful more thrusts before he yells his release and coats my insides.
Before he swells past the point of being able to move, he gathers me, moves up the bed, and rearranges us so that I’m comfortable while we’re locked together in my favorite way.
Knowing it’s coming never prepares me for the stretch, fullness, and second climax that rips through me, leaving me twitching as my head lies on his chest, listening to the melodious sound of his heart while he rubs my back and holds me tight.
With a single thought, I’m lurching upright and gasping in worry, and a bit of overstimulated pleasure as it caused friction around his engorged knot. “Your parents?!” I whisper-shriek.
He pulls me back onto him, his laugh shaking both of our bodies. “They’re gone. As much as I love them, that’s not something I want to share with them.”
The relief I’m granted from his words escapes me in a bone-deep sigh. He continues to soothe my nerves, frayed from the orgasms and adrenaline rush of panic by kissing my head while he alternates softly rubbing my body and just holding me close, until he rises to carry me to the bathroom for cleanup.
Back in the room, we set to decorating. Starting with the tree, he lets me choose everything and helps me, mostly by placing the items I can’t reach.
When the tree is complete, and he plugs it in to illuminate our creation, I’m overcome with an understanding of the magic of Christmas.
When we finally tuck in for the night, it feels like I’m sleeping in my very own little Christmas snow globe world. Lights twinkle around us and we’ve listened to enough Christmas music over the last few days that I was even able to sing along to a few of them as I hung our plaid stockings from his dresser.
3 Days Until Christmas
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Kodi
The moment the sun slips over the horizon and through my bedroom window, I sneak out of bed to prepare everything for the day I have planned for Anya.
