Page 87 of Christmas Criminal

"I'm sorry."

She sits up, and it's like my hand magnetically attaches to her breast, my thumb running over that pointed nipple.

She runs her hands over my chest, my abdomen. When she looks up at me, she bites her lip. "We could go without, if you want."

I raise my eyebrows. "Yeah?"

"I mean, I'm on birth control and I trust you. And I mean, once you're the subject of a fake STD rumor, it's not like you forego testing." She shakes her head. "But I get it if you don'twant to. I mean really, it's fine. We haven't known each other that long, so I really won't be mad if you're not comfortable with that."

A sense of relief washes over me that my fuckup is not the end of our night.

I rest my hand on the back of her neck and draw her lips to mine.

"I trust you, Noelle," I say against her lips as her hands land on my upper arms and slowly travel up around my neck.

"You do?"

I nod as I lay her back down on the couch, my hand trailing along her stomach as my lips press against her neck. I kiss her, my tongue winding into her mouth as I position myself at her entrance and slowly sink into her.

A strangled sound escapes me once I'm seated deeply inside her that matches her breathy moan.

"Fuck, Noelle."

Her pussy flutters around me, and the small movements send a shiver through my body.

If I'm not careful, I'm going to blow way too early.

"God, you feel so good," she mutters, her hips rocking up into me.

I groan, resting my head in her neck and brushing my lips against her skin.

I move slowly, intentionally. Pump into her rhythmically while making sure I hit that little bundle of nerves.

But god, the way she clenches around me has my orgasm building rapidly.

And as I feel that tension coiling in my lower abdomen, I realize I have to re-examine my strategy.

I pull out of her before I can lose it, and leave a quick trail of kisses along her chest, sucking each nipple into my mouth as I run my thumb over her clit.

"Nick," she gasps in surprise.

"You feel too good," I murmur against her skin as I struggle to catch my breath.

She groans, but it quickly morphs into needy little pants as I press my fingers inside of her and take her clit into my mouth. I've learned what she likes. A little twirl of my tongue, the most delicate suction.

Her hips are jumping, begging for more in only a matter of seconds.

When I've regained control of myself, I leave a wet trail of kisses back up her body and an indulgent kiss on her lips all while keeping up the movement of my fingers inside of her. As her back arches up, her stomach meeting mine, I press my dick inside of her again, and she gasps in response.

"Yes, yes, yes," she mutters, as I keep my thumb on her clit, giving her the gentlest of swirls as her pussy clenches around me.

I fuck her harder, sensing her orgasm building, and her nails dig into my back in response.

"I can't wait to feel you come on me bare," I whisper into her ear, running for the finish line as fast as I can because at this point, I'm just praying I can hold out for her.

She feels too fucking good.

When she tenses underneath me, I feel a sense of victory. She moans, the sound so light and delicate for a girl who's getting railed this hard.

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