“Such a sexy little thing.”
One hard thrust, and he’s buried in me to the hilt. The movement causes me to jerk forward with a loud moan as I take all of him at once. And it’s certainly a lot to take.
Slowly, he pulls out before slamming back into me, and I smile at the force of it. While what we shared in my bedroom was more intimate, this is pure passion.
This isn’t two people getting to know each other physically for the first time. This is like a couple who has known each other for ages, who has come to learn one another’s likes and dislikes in the bedroom, their kinks, their turn-ons and offs.
It’s even two people who aren’t afraid to try new things without having to ask, because we somehow know the other person is willing to give it a shot or will say something.
There’s a strange connection we share that allows us to understand one another, to understand this level of connection.
While it’s strong and different, and in some ways confusing, it’s right in a million other ways.
For the first time, I’m not waiting for it to be over, hoping that he comes soon so that I can go to bed. Despite my exhaustion, I want him to keep going for as long as he can withstand it.
His slow but hard thrusts shift me on the bed every time. But I want more, so I push up on my hands and dip my back, changing the way he enters me. It hits different spots inside me and makes everything even better.
“Please, Link. More.”
“No, baby. Not right now. I’m enjoying the view a little too much. And you feel too damn good for me to waste even a second inside you.”
He continues his slow and languid motions. But enough is enough, and I started to push back against him with each thrust, my ass slamming into his lower torso.
But I only get a few in before he wraps a hand around my throat and pulls me against his chest, tsking me with his teeth.
“Now that’s not the good girl I expect you to be.”
“Tell me how.”
His thumb plants itself in my mouth, and I part it wider for him before closing my lips around it and sucking hard. “Oh fuck, baby. You’ll do that on my cock at some point tonight.”
Gladly. I will gladly suck him off. I don’t typically want to, but something about Lincoln gives me that craving.
Instead of answering and telling me what I can do for him, he flips me to my back and pulls me up against him, placing his hands under my thighs and lifting me off bed. Walking through my room, he practically throws me up against the wall, his eyes predatory and full of lust.
Though he keeps me pressed to the wall, he bends down to lick from my collarbone up my neck, pulling my earlobe between his teeth as he lowers me down onto him.
I wrap my legs around his waist and hold tightly to his shoulders, one hand twisting into the short pieces of hair at the back of his head. He thrusts up into me once before adjusting his stance, then doing it again.
He keeps moving his hips as he pistons into me, and I shift against the wall, bouncing up and down on his cock.
Within minutes, all the buildup reaches its peak, and I tug at his hair, dig my nails into his back, and clench around him, screaming his name as my temple rests against his cheek.
A few more thrusts into me, and his forehead finds my shoulder as he chokes on a breath and groans against my skin.
Warm puffs of air caress my shoulder as we stay pressed against each other.
Finally, he pushes off the wall with one hand, keeping the other beneath my ass, and walks us over to the bed, where he holds me while he yanks back the covers. As he sets me down, he climbs in behind me, lying facing me and trailing fingertips down my arm.
“Merry Christmas to me, indeed,” he murmurs.
“Thank you for coming with me tonight. I know it can be a lot of family at once, but you were a trooper.” It really means more to me than he’ll know. And this is just a cherry on top.
“It was a great time. Your family is wonderful. And I hope to get to see them again. Truly. This is more than just a one-night stand for me, Val.” He tucks a curl behind my ear, and I lean into his touch.
“I’m glad you said that, because I feel the same way and am actually hoping you’ll stay tonight. And maybe tomorrow. Unless you have to work.”
“I pay a lot of people very handsomely to be able to work and run the show without me.” He leans forward and brushes his lips against mine, hovering there. “If you want me to stay, I will. But expect far more of what just happened.”
