Owen pressed kisses to my neck and jaw, hand sneaking between my legs to stroke me softly.
“I'll have it again several more times, in fact, before Christmas,” he replied then crushed his mouth to mine.
“You gonna let me ride your sleigh, Santa?”
“Don't call me Santa,” he growled, pushing me back on the bed. I gasped as he lightly bit my neck then my tits. He sucked on a nipple, rolling it in his mouth. He trailed kisses down to my pussy, and I moaned as he licked me, the tip of his tongue darting out to flick my clit.
“Your tits are amazing,” he said, kissing back up, nuzzling one and caressing the other with his hand.
“You're such a tease,” I moaned, reaching between his legs for his cock.
“I told you I'm taking my time. Christmas isn't just one day, it's twelve, remember.”
“If you keep me here for twelve days without making me come,” I warned, “I will make this the worst Christmas you ever had.”
Owen chuckled then flipped me over. I screeched in surprise. Owen grabbed my wrists, pinning them above me so I was half arched with my ass in the air.
“We don't want you to combust,” he said. I could hear the smirk in his voice. He stroked my pussy, and I ground back against his hand. When he ripped a condom packet, I moaned with anticipation.
“Fuck me.”
Owen rolled on the condom then teased my clit with his cock. I moaned again, my head hanging forward and my hips grinding against his cock.
“My pussy is so hot and tight for you,” I whimpered, needing his thick length in me.
“You want my cock?” he whispered in my ear, still rubbing it against my clit.
“Yes,” I choked out.
Owen turned my head to claim my mouth. Then he grabbed my hips and thrust into me. I cried out as his thick cock filled me then moaned as he slid back out. I made little whimpering, panting noises every time he fucked me. He was huge, but I was so needy and wet that I welcomed every long, hard inch of him. Owen reached up to pinch my nipple, teasing it as he fucked me with an easy rhythm.
“Faster,” I begged. He ignored me in favor of trailing his hand down to my pussy to stroke me, rubbing my clit. I ground back against his hand then back against his cock.
“Please,” I begged, “faster. I need to come.”
He grabbed my hips and fucked me for real. My fingers dug into the bedspread as he jackhammered into me, my tits bouncing and brushing the expensive fabric with every thrust. His fingers went back to my clit, rubbing me, bringing me close to the edge. My legs trembled, and my body tightened as I came, Owen drawing out the waves of pleasure. His rhythm got more erratic, then I felt him come inside me.
He collapsed next to me. I patted his thigh.
“I'd say Merry Christmas,” I slurred, “but that was better than any Christmas I've ever had.”
46
Owen
Ikissed Holly, basking in the feel of being inside her. She felt decadent, like the chocolate tart she'd made during the first bake-off competition. I kissed her lazily, claiming every inch of her mouth.
“You know,” she whispered against my lips, “if you feed me, I'll probably be up for another ride in the sleigh.” She kissed along my jaw to my neck. “Also,” she continued, running her nails along the ridges of muscles on my chest, “I believe I was promised a wholesome romantic evening.”
“I never intended it to be wholesome,” I said, trailing my fingers along her curves, cupping her soft breasts. Holly was mine now. I was never giving her up.
She swung out of bed. I admired the arc of her ass as she bent down, picked up my shirt, then snapped back up.
“What in the world?” I exclaimed, propping myself up on my arm.
“You never sawLegally Blonde?” she said. “It's a great Christmas movie.”
“I thought that was about a lawyer?” I frowned.
