Now, he does touch me. His front presses to my back, the warmth of him soaking through my sweater. Huge hands grip my hips, giving a little tug. I go willingly, moving even closer so I am tucked back against him.
“As long as you’re feeling it too, I think we can figure it out together.”
His head bends and his thick beard brushes against my neck. It sends a shiver through me, and I grab his hands, linking my fingers with his. As if he can hold me together through whatever this feeling is. Because I have never felt these sensations before. I am so overwhelmed, I seek comfort from someone else who might feel the same things I am feeling.
“I--I am. Not that I know what this is. I should not have come here alone. I am not...I do not know about men or relationships or...”
“Good. I don’t want you to know a single thing about other men, sweetheart. Just me.”
I gasp as his mouth brushes up the side of my neck, so soft and warm after the tantalizing roughness of his beard. I close my eyes, my fingers clawing at his powerful thighs. His hands tighten on my hips, yanking me harder against him. Again, I let out a sound, a whimper, a cry, as he presses against my backside, heavy and thick, even through our clothes.
“Slater, I don’t think.... I mean I... oh, that’s....that’s nice.”
Slater chuckles as his huge, warm hands slide beneath my sweater, smoothing over my stomach. The roughness, the weight of his palm is delicious against my skin. I’ve never let a man touch me this way. I kissed several boys in high school, but my brothers limited those dalliances.
Now I glad for it. Thinking about some other man, or a boy as they were, touching me feels wrong now. It does not make sense, of course. I owe nothing to Slater. We barely know eachother. Yet, his touch feels right. I am not afraid of him pushing me or demanding something I cannot give him.
This emboldens me. I press back even more, letting my head fall back on his shoulder. Slater gives a grunt of approval that sends a tingle right to my clit which is swollen and aching. All I want is for him to touch me there. I am stunned by how badly I want it. I even squirm against him, my ass pressing against his hardness, as if that alone will tell him what I need.
“So soft,” he hums against my neck, his lips working there softly. “You smell so fucking good. Sweet. You taste sweet here,” he comments, sucking at my skin with a pop, making me cry out. “Feel so sweet here,” he goes on, his voice hypnotic, heated, as his hands slide up beneath my breasts.
“Slater,” I moan his name, turning my face against his neck.
“Oh, I won’t stop, sweetheart,” he answers the plea I never even say. “I can’t, not now. Touching you is all I’ve thought about since you showed up on my doorstep. I will never make the mistake of sending you off again.”
Nodding because, no, I don’t want to go anywhere, or be anywhere else but right here, pressed against him, feeling his mouth on me as his words hum against my back. Blinding pleasure hits me as his rough fingers pinch at my nipple through my lace bra, sending a jolt to my already aching clit.
Now I really claw at him, so desperate to feel his touch, to be rid of this ache between my thighs that I am barely coherent. The weight of his other hand moves between my thighs, and I swear, I could cry. It feelsso good, detonating a cascade of sensations I have never felt before.
“Slater...I...I...” I pant, my entire body trembling.
“Do it for me, sweetheart. Give me this sweet gift.Come for me.Right here, under ourfirstChristmas tree, come for daddy, little girl,” he grunts as his rough fingers pass over my swollensex.
“Oh my God!” I come with a shout as his fingers pinch both my clit and my nipple, detonating the most powerful orgasm of my life.
“That’s daddy’s good girl, sweetheart. Such a good little girl.”
“Yes! Yes,” I chant, because all I want is to be his, whatever it means.
Chapter Five
Slater
My whole world narrows down to one thing: having Serena.
Once I sent her away from my front door, I regretted it. I beat myself up all night, making myself miserable for an entire day. Then she showed up on my doorstep once again. I am not a man who repeats his mistakes. There is no way in hell I ameverletting her get away again.
Holding her soft curves against my hard lines, I breathe her in. Sweet softness fills my lungs, makes my heart bloom. This is not where I thought we would end up tonight. With my fingers stroking her wet pussy as she comes for me, letting me hear her bliss as she cries my name and shakes.
“That’s my good girl,” I hum against her throat, still rubbing at her swollen clit, my fingers greedy, my breath trembling as much as she is.
“Yes, yes,” she moans again, her mouth against my throat, her tongue coming out to taste me.
Groaning, I shove my fingers inside her, her tightness making my cock ache as it pushes against her ass. Ineedto be inside her. To have her taste on my tongue as I fuck her raw and make her mine. I’ve never felt this kind of need before in my life—and I know I never will again.
Bending my head, I skim my teeth over her throat again, loving how her hips push against my hand with need. I curl my fingers inside of her, both of us moaning as her pussy grips me tight, her clit throbbing. I’ve never touched a woman this way before. Never even tried to before I found her.
Now I want to touch every inch of her creamy skin. I want to mark her snow-white skin with my teeth, with my beard,and with my lips. I want her bruised by my fingertips from me pinning her in place while I fuck her hard. I want my back scored from her nails as she rides my cock, taking all ten inches of my aching shaft as deep as she can.
