She’s worth the wait to get it right.
She’s worth everything.
“No kidding,” she says on a laugh. “But good changes, Bry. So, so many good changes.”
“Yeah?” I ask, dipping down to kiss her forehead.
She leans into me, letting out a happy little sigh. “Definitely, yes.”
I let my lips linger on her forehead for a beat, breathing her in, before I pull back. “Okay, first things first.” Breaking away, I bend down and grab a gift bag from under the tree, reaching in and pulling out a box for her. “Open this.”
Olivia beams at me, immediately tearing the top off the box and laughing when she sees what’s inside. “Christmas cookie pajamas?” She pulls them out, letting the box fall to the floor and holding up the red pajamas covered in cookies and candy canes. She gives me an amused smile. “Please tell me you have the same ones.”
I scoff. “I’m no amateur.” Reaching back into the bag, I pull out my own pajamas, showing them to her. “Thought they were appropriate. You know, given how this whole thing started.”
“Our origin story in Christmas pajamas,” she says thoughtfully. “I love it.” Setting the pajamas on the couch, she pulls her sweater over her head and pushes down her jeans, leaving her in a black lace bra and thong.
“Oh, holy hell,” I mutter, trying to restrain myself from tearing that lace off her body and dropping straight to my knees. Her tits rise up over the cups of her bra in a way that makes me want to run my tongue over them, and I can see the shadows of her nipples under the lace. The waistband of her thong rides low on her hips, and she looks like a goddamn dream. My dick hardens instantly.
She grins wickedly at me, propping a hand on her hip. “You like?”
“You’re gorgeous. Incredible. Absolutely perfect. And you have to put those pajamas on right now before I bury my face between your legs and forget about my entire plan for this night.”
Stepping forward, she runs her hands up my torso and frames my face, laying her lips on mine. “Would that be so bad? I wore this for you, hoping you would rip it off me.”
Olivia presses up to her tiptoes, sealing her mouth over mine. Gliding her tongue along my lips, she teases my mouth open, and I obey immediately, groaning when her tongue slicks against mine. She still tastes like peppermint, except now it’s mixed with something dark and desperate that has need slamming into me so fast my head spins.
“Fuck it,” I mumble, reaching behind me to tear my shirt over my head. Olivia pops the button on my jeans, shoving them down my legs along with my boxers, and I kick all the fabric away before grasping her thighs and boosting her up, crashing my mouth back to hers. “Bedroom,” I rasp.
“Too far,” she mutters between kisses, wrapping her legs around my waist and grinding against me. My hard cock slidesover the lace between her legs, and we both groan. “Here. Right here. Right now. Need you. Please.”
HerNeed youis kerosene dumped in my veins. Taking three steps forward, I press her back to the window and reach around, unsnapping her bra. It hasn’t even hit the floor yet when I lean down and capture one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking and flicking it with my tongue while I roll the other one between my fingers.
“Oh my god, yes.” She moans, letting her head drop back against the window and tangling her fingers in my hair to hold me against her, rocking her hips, grinding herself on me. The feel of her sliding over me, already hot and wet, is so intense that pleasure curls in my belly and makes my cock leak. “More. Inside me. Now.”
Lifting my head, I lock eyes with Olivia. She looks wrecked already, her hair tumbling over her shoulders and her cheeks flushed with pleasure. Her eyes are hazy with lust and need and something else that makes my heart beat wildly.
“You needy for me, baby? You want me to tear that scrap of lace off your pussy and fuck you against this window? Are you as desperate for me as I am for you?” Leaning in, I lick a hot stripe up her neck, sucking at her pulse and chuckling darkly when she moans. “Because I am, Liv.” Pinning her against the window with my hips, I take her lips with mine, invading her mouth, tasting her, devouring her until we’re both breathless. “I’m so desperate for you it’s like you’re all I can see. All I can feel. I need you, Olivia. I need you so fucking much it’s like I can’t breathe without you.”
Tangling her hands in my hair, she tips my head up so her eyes meet mine. “Then have me, Brian. All of me is yours.”
Her words have lust crashing through me, and I curl my fingers in the waistband of her thong and give it a sharp tug,yanking it off her, loving the gasp that falls from her lips. Then I grasp her hips, and in a single move, I bury myself inside her.
“Motherfucker,” I rasp as she cries out, tightening her legs around my hips. Her pussy clamps down as I feel her stretch around me. Tight. Hot. Wet. Perfect. “You feel so good. I want to live inside of you. You were fucking made for me, Liv.”
Rocking her hips against me, she lets out a throaty moan. “Maybe it’s you who was made for me. Because fuck, Brian. Nothing has ever felt this good. Ever.”
Her words are a shot straight to my dick, and I pull almost all the way out, thrusting back in and grinding against her, hitting her clit in a way that makes her drop her head back, whimpering up at the ceiling as my cock throbs inside her. I’m desperate for release and also for this to never, ever be over.
“And nothing ever will,” I grit out, reaching around and gripping her ass so hard I’ll probably leave marks, and the thought of it has need shooting through me as I imagine her wearing the evidence of what we’re doing. The reminder of how good we are together.
Mine.
I roll my hips against hers in steady strokes that have pleasure swimming in my veins. “Nothing will ever feel as good as we feel together. This is always how it’s going to be with us. Every time, Liv. Every. Fucking. Time.” I punctuate each word with a sharp thrust, and she pants against me, meeting me stroke for stroke as I grind deep, angling my hips to hit the spot inside her that makes her moan.
Stilling my hips and pressing her tightly to the window, I drop my lips to her ear. Licking the shell, I feel her shiver in my arms, and the way she responds to me has me gripping her tighter. Holding her closer. “And when you’re in Italy, I’m going to fist my cock every night, thinking of the way you feel all wrapped around me. The way your pussy feels when it’s grippingmy cock so tightly, like you never want to let me go. I’m going to think about the sounds you make when I’m inside you. When I fuck you like I own you.”
Grabbing my hair, Olivia yanks my head up. “If you own me, then I own you right back.”
