Page 74 of Christmas Criminal

I nod, pressing my face into his shoulder again. He kisses my neck and runs his hands all along my back, sending little shivers down my spine.

And when I finally lift my head to look at him, he kisses me, one hand on the back of my neck to hold me in place. His tongue slips into my mouth, moving indulgently against mine.

He's rock hard underneath me, and I lift up a few inches so I can slip my hand between us, palming him.

He groans into my mouth as I lean forward, letting my nipples graze against his chest. A second later, his hand skirts along my ribs, his thumb flicking at my nipple as the heat builds again in my abdomen.

"Noelle," he says against my lips, his voice low.

"Nick," I counter.

"I think I might die if I'm not inside of you soon," he says, his fingers tightening around my rib cage.

I moan as he kisses me again. "Well, we wouldn't want that," I say, tugging on the clasp of his jeans. His hips move underneath me like he can hardly control the movement. I tug his zipper down and reach into his pants, cupping him.

His head tips back at the sensation, and I move my hand up and down, squeezing him.

"Noelle, please," he says, the fingers around my ribs tightening.

I lean forward, pressing a delicate kiss to his cheek. "Look who's begging now."

He bites his lip as he closes his eyes, his breathing ragged.

I lift up higher, tugging on his jeans. "Lift so we can take these off," I tell him, and he scrambles to comply, helping me push his jeans down his legs. He kicks them off quickly and then lifts me by my hips, putting me right back in his lap.

I trail my fingers from where the spot of precum has darkened his underwear, all down the length of his shaft.

His body vibrates in response.

I tug at the waistband of his underwear to expose him and take him in my hand as a full body shudder passes through him. His eyes are glued to my hand around his cock as I slowly pump him.

"Do you have a condom?" I ask him.

He nods, one hand shooting out to his pants and rifling through his pockets. He pulls out a strand of three.

I raise my eyebrows as I tear one off.

"Prepared, not presumptuous," he clarifies. "I would have been perfectly happy just putting up the tree with you."

I grin, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his cheek as I tear into the foil. I pinch the tip and slowly roll it down his thick length.

When I lift my head to look at him, he grins at me and places his hand on the back of my neck again, tugging me close for a kiss that is as wild as his body feels.

As his tongue slips into my mouth, I hold his dick in position and slowly sink down onto it.

Our matching moans catch between our lips.

I take my time adjusting to him, letting myself drop slowly until I'm fully seated in his lap. He wraps his arms around my back, every muscle flexing as he tugs on me.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he mutters against the skin of my chest.

"Language, Mr. Monroe."

He groans, kissing my chest and nipping lightly at my skin. "You feel incredible."

I move my hips gently, grinding against him, and the sensation is almost overwhelming.

"Oh god," I mumble, clinging to every part of him I can. My arms are around his neck, my fingers in his hair. My chest presses against his as his hands lower down to my ass, squeezing and lifting me gently.

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