Page 34 of Accidentally Under Your Tree

I pinched my lips together.

"If you're not where I told you to be by the time I find these fucking condoms."

Pushing myself to my feet, I stood.

The table was cold under my forearms. I turned my hips out, displaying my ass just like he wanted.

He searched through his duffle bag. After only a few seconds, wrappers crinkled behind me. I could tell the moment he turned around by the hiss of his breath—my ass up, my tits swollen, and my pussy wet and waiting.

Everything in the room went still. There was only the sound of my heart pumping inside of my ribs. Then the tearing of foil, the discarded condoms falling back to the floor, and the slip of fabric on skin. I craned my neck, taking in the view of Will naked. His erection curled toward his stomach, a drop of precum dripped from his tip, a bed of dark curls at his shaft's base. I ached to feel him push inside.

In his teeth, he tore the wrapper open. His strides closed the distance between us. He sheathed himself in the latex, taking his place behind me.

I had never been looked at like he looked at me. As if I was truly the most beautiful woman in the world. As if he wouldn't change anything about my appearance. As if to him I was perfect.

"You want this?" he asked. He cupped one of my ass cheeks and squeezed.

I sat back in his touch. "So badly."

Our bodies took over. I lifted to my tiptoes, and he bent at the knees. The head of his cock pressed against my entrance. He fit inside of me in one slow movement. Sinking deeper inch by inch, stretching me around his width until his hips sat against the curve of my ass.

I watched in the mirror as he took hold of my hips to keep me there, his arms flexed. He clung to me with more than his hands, as if he was searching for willpower and restraint.

"Will," I spoke his name, unable to express much else. Not when he was seated so deeply.

His grip tightened, and he eased out, then slipped back in. Over and over. He built up speed. The force of his skin hitting mine smacked and ricocheted through me. A cord strained in his throat. An unbridled desire as he gazed down at where we met.

I matched his pace. Begged for more. Cried out as he wrapped an arm around my hips, his rough fingertips finding my clit to rub circles.

He bit down on my shoulder, the bite of his teeth both grounding and what I needed to send me over the edge. My pussy spasmed around him, squeezing. He replaced his teeth with his lips as he twitched inside of me.

Our bodies were slick with sweat, but he stayed where he was, pinning me to the table.

He placed a kiss on the curve of my neck. His thighs were still firmly against my ass.

He met my gaze in the mirror, both of us stripped bare. Open and vulnerable.

"I can't believe I met you like this," he muttered.

"Me either."

"It can't just be tonight."

I giggled. "No, it can't."

Will

Four Nights before Christmas

Lizzy, Rose, and I piled out of the rental car in front of a house with a large front porch and an attached garage. It had a tall gabled roof with dormers. Simple construction circa the 1940s, but it was well maintained and sat across the driveway from an enormous barn.

The wind bit frozen teeth at our cheeks and whipped at our coats.

Lizzy shrugged her shoulders toward her ears. Her hair blowing across her face.

"You cold?" I asked. "Do you want my hat?"

"No, I'll be fine." She jerked her head toward the barn. "It'll be warmer in the arena."

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