Page 17 of Silent Night Temptation

“Oh, my God! Mmmarcus!” she moans, a sweet tantalizing sound that fills the room. I can’t help what it does to me. It drives me deeper, more rabid. It’s the first time she has called me by my first name. No “Mr.”, just Marcus. Something about the way she says it sends goose bumps through me. I know I want to hear it again, more often, more passionately.

I know I shouldn’t be doing this—we both do. It was clear in the way she hesitated after we kissed, right after hanging the star on the tree. How her hand clasped at her mouth, and her eyes widened in shock. And after that, it was obvious in the way she moved around me this morning as we made breakfast, in the awkwardness that was drowning me as we ate. She is my daughter’s friend, a guest, and she’s only been here for all of about two days. But I don’t care anymore. I don’t know what it is about this woman, but she has brought out a side of me I didn’t even know I still had.

It’s not just the way she looks, the soft thickness that I am allowing myself to fully explore now as I search the depths of her insides with my mouth. And it’s not just the way she talks… so soft, almost timid. So achingly entrancing and vulnerable. But it’s her bravery too. The way she darted out of the house at the mere sight of me in distress, putting herself in harm's way, and braving the elements with nothing but a skirt and some slippers on just to get to me. I feel a certain wave of protectiveness within me as I think about it. It’s something she invokes in me effortlessly. I want to care for her.

I feel her body stiffening with each thrust of my tongue, her hands reaching down and clawing at my hair frantically, digging into my scalp and pulling me closer, as if willing my entire head into her. Her breathing quickens, matching the motion of my mouth, and then it stops. For a long moment, it simply seizes. Her thighs clench my face ever harder. And then she let out a loud, full scream that would have had neighbors worried if we were not out here at this paradise in the middle of nowhere.

She throws her head back on the chair and moves her hand to shield her mouth, evidently conscious of how loud her scream is, like she has forgotten that we’re out here alone. It humors me, and I cannot help the light chuckle that escapes my lips as she settles from the orgasm that gripped her. “Don’t worry... You canscream. There is no one here but us,” I say calmly, but there is an unmistakable edge of longing in my voice. I can’t get enough of her.

I rise from my knees, trailing kisses up her stomach, then along her collarbone, until my lips meet hers again. Our kiss is deep and urgent. I taste the mixture of desire and desperation on her tongue, a desperation that matches the one burning in me. It’s in the way her body presses against mine, and I know there’s no going back. This moment is ours.

The rug beneath us is soft. Its fibers brush against my skin as I gently lower her down in front of the fire, her back arching as she welcomes me with open legs. My hands move to take off her clothes gently, but I can’t hold back on the urgency pulsating through me. When they are off, I finally see her, all of her. She looks up at me and clutches at her breasts, and I almost drool at the sight of them. They are full and weighty. Her brown areolas delicately encircle her nipples. Her curves lay bare before me as she heaves deep breathes. The flickering flames from the fireplace cast long shadows across her caramel skin, illuminating her in a way that feels almost sacred. She’s beautiful, utterly breathtaking. All I can do is stare.

“Marcus…” she whispers, her voice a plea, and I realize I’ve been frozen in awe.

I lower myself to her, feeling the warmth of her body and the press of her skin igniting something deep within me. The bulge of my cock becomes unbearable in my trousers, so I free it hastily, the aching sensation forcing a low growl out of me. It pops out, stiff and ready, wanting nothing more than to be inside Nyree. I start out slow, or at least I try, slowly rubbing the throbbing head of my cock against the juicy wetness of her pussy, making her gasp as I tease her, as if testing the waters of something we both know is inevitable. But then, something in her shifts. She bites her lower lip at me, her eyes focused as hernails dig into my back. I feel her legs wrap around me, pulling me closer, and suddenly, we are no longer two separate entities. We are one.

I lose myself to it. My need for her is a broken, overflowing dam, as I thrust my full length into her. Our moans burst out in sync at that first sweet thrust. I ram into her like a man possessed, because that is what I have become for her, what she has turned me into. Each thrust is forceful, powerful. Her hands scramble around the back of my neck, as if the intensity of the moment is too great. But I am relentless. I grab her arms and pin her down, thrusting faster, savoring the helpless look of unadulterated need and pleasure dominating her face.

Suddenly, she thrusts her hips back at me, attempting to match my unbridled desire. Each hip thrust is a confession of the unspoken connection between us, a dance of passion, of desire and need. The fire crackles beside us, its warmth paling in comparison to the heat we create together. I’m lost in her, in the rhythm of our bodies moving in perfect harmony, in the way she gasps my name as I meet her with each powerful stroke.

I feel her trembling beneath me, her body stiffening again as she reaches for something only I can give her, and it drives me insane. I push harder, faster, needing to take her there. My name falls from her lips in a symphony of breathless cries. “Yes! Take me Marcus…fuck me,” she howls as her fingers dig into my back. And then she finally shatters beneath me, and I follow her, my release crashing over me like a tidal wave, leaving me breathless and undone.

For a moment, the world is still. Nothing exists but the sound of our ragged breathing and the crackling of the fire beside us. I press my forehead to hers, our bodies still entwined. I close my eyes, savoring the closeness of her and the way she fits so perfectly against me.

“Marcus…” she whispers again, her voice soft, and I feel her hand brush against my cheek.

I open my eyes, meeting hers, and in that moment, I know. This is more than just desire. This is something deeper, something I feel like I’ve been searching for. Something I gave up on finding.

I brush a strand of hair away from her face, leaning down to kiss her gently, and she melts into me, her body relaxing beneath mine. I feel her heartbeat against my chest, steady and strong, and I know I’ll never be able to let her go.

But this moment isn’t over. Not yet.

I slip my arms beneath her, lifting her from the rug in one smooth motion. She gasps, wrapping her arms around my neck, her eyes wide as I rise to my feet with her cradled in my arms.

“What are you doing?” she asks, though there’s a playful smile tugging at her lips.

“Taking you upstairs,” I murmur, my voice low and filled with promise. “This isn’t over yet.”

She laughs softly, resting her head against my chest as I carry her through the room, the warmth of the fire still lingering on our skin as we make our way to the staircase. Each step feels like a promise, each movement a continuation of what we started.

As we reach the top of the stairs, I push the door to my room open with my foot, stepping inside and closing it behind us with a quiet click. The room is dark, save for the moonlight streaming through the window, casting a silver glow across the bed. For a moment, I realize how late it is; I completely lost track of how much time has passed. It is hard to care about anything else when I’m around her. I set her down gently on the edge of the mattress, my hands lingering on her waist as I look at her. My heart pounds in my chest.

She gazes up at me, her eyes filled with something I cannot quite make out. It’s like I know nothing now, can care aboutnothing else. All I know is I’m lost. Lost in her, lost in this moment, lost in everything she is.

I climb onto the bed, my body hovering over hers as I lower myself down, pressing my lips to her neck, trailing kisses along her collarbone, then down her chest. Her body responds instantly, arching toward me as her fingers find their way into my hair once again to pull me closer and inviting me to continue.

I take my time to savor each touch, each kiss, as if memorizing every inch of her. The way her breath hitches, the way her body trembles beneath mine.

Her hands move to my shoulders, and in one swift motion, she flips us, straddling me. Her dark hair falls around her face like a curtain. She looks down at me, her eyes filled with fire, and I can’t help but smile.

“You’re something else,” I murmur, my hands resting on her hips as she leans down, capturing my lips in a heated kiss.

She grins against my mouth, her movements slow and deliberate as she moves, fitting me just beneath her before she drops her full weight on me, sinking my eager cock into her. I feel the breath leave my lungs in a rush. Every grind, every movement, every shift of her body against mine, sends sparks of pleasure racing through me, and I’m powerless to do anything but hold on as she takes control, guiding us both toward the edge once again.

She moves with purpose now, changing her rhythm, no longer simply grinding against me but lifting herself and bringing her full weight back down, again and again. Each rise and fall is powerful, her body moving like it’s made of nothing but pure need. The sound of our flesh meeting fills the room, a steady, heated sound that drives her closer and closer to the edge.

Her breaths come faster, her grip tightening as she leans back, her hands curling into the hair at the top of her head. Her hips move frantically now. Nyree’s entire body is trembling as ifshe’s chasing something just out of reach. I feel the change, the way her desperation turns into something fierce, something all-consuming.

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