Every step I take bounces her against me slightly, so my cock rubs against her pussy, the head grinding against her clit. She whimpers, her nails digging into my shoulder blades.
By the time we make it to the bed, we’re both panting. She’s squirming all over my cock like she’s trying to get me inside.
We tumble in a heap, me on top of her, her legs still spread around me. My lips attach themselves to her throat, and then lower. I nip and bite and suck on her perfect little nipples, dry humping her like my life depends on it.
“Please, please,” she begs, rocking beneath me. “I need you.”
I growl a curse, trying to keep it together, and line up at her entrance. She’s so wet, I have to press forward a little just to keep myself there. Except… that doesn’t keep me there. The head of my cock slowly breaches her opening. And then I can’t fucking stop myself. I press a little further. And then a little more.
“Flint,” she moans from beneath me, tilting her hips up, her nails embedded so deeply into my shoulders I’m going to have permanent indentations. This isn’t a complaint. I’ll wear her marks with pride.
“Goddamn, pretty baby,” I rasp, locking our fingers together like that’s going to keep me sane when she’s wrapped around my cock, strangling the fuck out of it. “You’re so fucking tight. So hot. I just want to ruin this pretty little thing.”
“Do it,” she gasps.
I bury my face in her throat, pushing into her inch by slow, torturous inch. I don’t want to go too fast and hurt her. I need this to be good for her, especially since I know damn well that I’m not going to last this first time.
When I’m all the way in, my hips resting against hers, she shudders beneath me, whimpering my name. That sweet sound hits me right in the fucking heart, stealing every piece of it.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I breathe against her skin. “The best Christmas present I ever had.”
“It’s not Christmas yet.”
“Might as well be, Sugar Plum.” I tip my head back, meeting her gaze. “You’re what I asked for.”
Her expression melts, her lips parting slightly. I can’t help but kiss her again. And then I can’t help but slide out a little before pushing back in because she’s whimpering against my lips, her tongue stroking mine. A man can’t be expected to behave like this.
Her nails score my back, a moan tumbling from her lips.
“You like that?”
“Yes!”
I do it again, and then again. Within seconds, I’m fucking her hard and deep, unable to stop myself when every thrust pulls another moan from her lips. When her hips lift to meet every single one. She’s perfect below me, so damn perfect.
My balls are already begging for release, but I grit my teeth and keep going, pounding into her until the only sounds in the room are our ragged breathing, the slap of skin on skin, and the way her moans of pleasure bleed into one another.
She comes all at once, her eyes flying wide open like even she’s shocked at how sudden it is. My name bursts from her lips in a shout, her pussy clamping around my cock like a heavenly vise.
I growl her name, losing control. My hips snap into hers again and again, every thrust rattling the headboard. I come with a roar, buried to the hilt inside her perfect body. Waves wrack me, pleasure gripping me by the balls.
“Saoirse,” I groan, shaking as I empty myself inside her, coming so hard I can’t breathe.
She moans below me, still shivering, still coming.
Maybe I shouldn’t do it, maybe she’d be mad as hell if she knew, but I send up a prayer anyway.Please, let me get her pregnant. Let me tie her to me right here and now.
It’s my new Christmas wish. Not just her in my bed and in my home, but babies with her. A family with her. I want the whole nine yards, and I don’t want to wait.
“Do you have plans for Christmas?”I ask two hours later. We’re snuggled up on the couch, with her in nothing but one of my shirts, sharing a bowl of the delicious fucking stew she made for dinner.
She swallows her bite, shaking her head. “Not really. I was just going to make something at home and then watch Christmas movies all day.”
“Is that what you usually do?”
“Most of the time.” Her gaze drifts from mine. “I’ve never really had anyone to spend Christmas with, so I’ve never done much.”
Well, fuck. That’s just a damn tragedy. She deserves to spend every holiday surrounded by love and all the magic I never believed in until she waltzed into the Spur dressed like an elf.
