“You drive me crazy, Winnie,” he growls, licking his way from the top of one breast to the next. “I’m going to devour you.”
He scoops me up and deposits me on the couch easily. Not for the first time, I’m in awe of Jonah’s strength, inside and out. He’s built of pure muscle, but also of kindness and courage. He sits next to me, and I start to shimmy out of my tights, eager for him.
“Let me do it. And the dress stays on.” His voice leaves no room for negotiation, and I lift my hips, allowing him to peel thesilky material down my thighs. He hooks one fingers into my red lace panties and drags them down as well.
“You look beautiful, Win.” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “Red is definitely your color.”
“Thanks.” I swallow, my throat suddenly dry. “I actually really love Christmas.”
It’s a silly thing to say, but Jonah smiles at me anyway. He brushes his hands up my thighs, and I part for him easily, spreading myself out for him. He rucks my dress up around the top of my thighs.
“Perfect,” he mutters. And then he drags a finger through my center, and I can’t stop my hips from bucking up to meet his hand. Fuck, it feels good.
He rubs my clit in circles, thumbing it with just the right amount of pressure and speed. I tip my head back and let myself bask in the feel of Jonah’s hands on me, making my body sing.
Jonah slips one thick finger inside of me and I whimper at the feel of him. “More,” I demand.
“Greedy girl.” But he obliges, and pumps his finger into my harder, and then adds another.
I feel myself go slippery around him, and then I start undoing his belt and tugging his jeans down. Jonah is making me feel exquisite, mind-numbing pleasure right now, and I want him to feel the same. I want to be so full of him that I forget where I begin and he ends. I want all of him.
I push his boxers down and free his straining cock. I tell Jonah what I have in mind, and we rearrange ourselves so that he’s laying down and I’m kneeling on either side of his face, draped across him. I lean forward and place my mouth over him. The first brush of my lips against his cock has him moaning, and he shudders as I take him fully into my mouth. He licks and sucks at me, and then uses his fingers once again, the combination making me gasp and moan around him.
I love the heavy feel of his cock pushing into my throat, the thrusting of his fingers between my legs, the slide of his mouth against me. I can taste him on my tongue, and feel him everywhere. I’m so full of him I can barely think straight.
An orgasm starts to sweep through me, the intensity of it unlike anything I’ve felt before. My mouth goes slack around him and I can feel myself drooling on his cock. Jonah gives me no quarter, though, and keeps licking me torturously and thrusting upwards into my mouth. Pleasures rips through me in bright, sharp waves, punctured by the feeling of Jonah surging into me again and again.
Slowly, he moves his mouth away from me and the says, “I want you on your knees, Win.”
I slide off of him and do as he says, and I grip the couch in front of me for support, feeling limp and dizzy from the orgasms I just had. Jonah stands behind me and runs his hand down the nape of my neck, stroking my back a few times. Then, he notches himself at my entrance and pushes forward a bit.
He lets out a string of curses. “You’re drenched, honey. And so tight and hot it’s making me see stars.”
I like that he’s so open with his affection and attention. It makes me feel safe and secure enough to say, “Only for you. I’ve only ever been this wet and turned on for you.”
Jonah slides all the way in, filling me completely. He fucks me hard and fast, his strokes sure and strong. I gush around him, and feel my desire coating my thighs.
“Love making a mess of you,” Jonah growls. “Love fucking you like this, messing up your perfect hair and your perfect dress. Love making you whimper and scream for me.”
“Jonah,” I whine. “I’m going to come again.”
“Yes you are, wife. On my cock.”
I cry out, and Jonah moans at the same time, and together we tumble towards oblivion, pleasure taking us both under,dragging us through darkness and back up to the light. Jonah pulls out of me with a gasp, and leaves me on the couch. My heart stutters at the loss of his warmth, but he’s back soon, with a damp washcloth.
“I don’t want anything to get on your dress,” he says, holding it out to me.
For some reason, this makes me tear up, and I have to wipe my eyes. He knows how much I care about my clothes and just like last night, he’s making sure nothing happens to them.
“Jonah Smith, you are a much sweeter man than you let on at first,” I declare, taking the cloth from him.
“Don’t tell anyone, it will ruin my reputation,” he says, eyes twinkling.
“As Star Mountain’s grumpiest farrier?” I quip.
“Exactly.”
We look at each other and start laughing. Happiness bubbles up in my chest, leaving no room for the fear at all. Jonah grabs a blanket and his guitar, and swaddles me in the soft wool. He starts strumming the cords to “Baby it’s Cold Outside” and together, we sing carols until my voice is hoarse and my cheeks hurt from smiling.
