Page 75 of Christmas Criminal

He presses me back down, his hands coming around to my hips and trailing up my sides until he can play with my nipples.

My hips move of their own accord, his hands winding up into my hair as he kisses me.

"It feels like your body was made for me," he says, pressing kisses all along my neck as his hands drop to my ass again, aiding in my movement.

I moan as the pressure builds in my abdomen, release on the horizon.

"Nick," I pant.

His voice is low when he speaks. "Are you going to come for me, Noelle?"I nod into his shoulder as he kisses my neck. "I can feel you tightening around me." He groans as his fingers weave into my hair, holding me in place. "Yes, take what you need," he mumbles into my neck.

With his words, the dam breaks. I cry out as the pressure releases, as his arms tighten around me and I cling to him. He grunts as he urges my hips through their last few shaky movements before I collapse into his chest.

He kisses my forehead and my cheeks and my neck–anywhere he can press his lips against me.

And then he clamps an arm around my waist and moves us gently so my back is on the floor. "You okay, Noelle?"

I nod as he moves, his hips rolling into me so smoothly. "Oh god yes. I'm really okay. And for Christ's sake, how are you moving your hips like that?"

He laughs, repeating the movement and settling into a rhythm.

"Mm. I'm glad you like it," he says, pumping into me repeatedly as his eyes flutter shut and his head dips into the corner of my neck.

"I really fucking like it," I say, my arms and legs winding around him as he moves.

He grunts, his pace ticking faster as one hand reaches for my ass, tugging on me so he can go deeper.

"Fuck, Noelle," he grumbles as his movements turn jerky. His teeth tug on my earlobe, his breath heavy in my ear as he builds himself up. I kiss his shoulder and his neck, lifting my leg so he can go deeper.

He thrusts into me hard, his muscles going rigid and his fingers digging into my skin as he releases.

"Fuck," he breathes as he stills, his body going heavy on mine.

He lets out a long groan into my neck before pressing up onto his elbows, his hands weaving underneath my back. He kisses me lightly on the nose.

"I think fucking you might be my new favorite thing," he says.

I can't help the laugh that escapes me, and I hold my hands over my face. "Yeah, I think I get why you like Christmas so much now."

He drops his face back into my chest as he laughs. "Hey, if the presents and the holiday cheer don't do it for you, I'll give you a good dicking for the holiday."

My chest heaves with my laughter. "That sounds like a Christmas movie. 'A dicking for the holiday.'"

"I'm sure there's a porno with that title. You've probably read it," he jokes, and I knock him in the shoulder.

He takes a deep breath, smiling down at me. "So what do you say we have another glass of wine and then head upstairs and do that again a few more times?"

I'm nodding before he's finished his sentence.

I waketo sunlight streaming through the window and the erection of a wildly attractive math teacher pressed against my backside. The house is quiet, and as I burrow my face in my pillow, I realize it smells like my fresh laundry from home.

That realization sends a little jolt through my body.Thisfeels like home.

I twist, tugging the sheets from between us and pressing myself up against Nick. His eyes are closed, but his arms tighten around me as I nestle into his chest.

"Do you have sensitive skin?" I ask, trailing my fingers along the divot between his pecs.

"It's sensitive to whatever your fingers are doing right now," he says, a little shiver running through his body as his eyes open and he grins at me.

---