Page 22 of The Selkie Santa

Looking suddenly stricken, she covered her face with her hands and pulled away. “Oh, I… just thought… you wanted… Oh now I’m so embarrassed.”

Noah tried to tell her that her lips on his cock felt like heaven, that this was more than he’d ever dreamed of, but the words were stuck in a hard wad inside his stupid selkie throat and only a low strangled rumble came out of his mouth.

Shit, they were about to spectacularly misunderstand each other all over again, and that could lead to another gods knew how many weeks, months, years of dancing around their feelings for each other.

Words… words just got in the way.

With a deep growl, Noah pulled her close and captured her mouth in a kiss that said everything words could not.

Harper let out a little squeak as those big selkie arms tugged her almost roughly against his body.

And then Noah bent his head and claimed her lips with his.

For a second, out of sheer surprise, she tensed, then heat flooded her core and with a moan, she slumped against him and opened to his kiss.

All the months of wanting, dreaming, hoping coalesced in the urgent pressure of his lips, the feel of his tongue tangling with hers, bringing out such an intensity of longing that all Harper could do was whimper and cling to Noah’s broad shoulders as her body turned to liquid.

“Oh Harps, babe,” he sighed against her mouth, gentling the kiss, flicking his tongue over her lips, only to plunge deeper a moment later, making her gasp, spinning her round in a vortex of pleasure. Harper felt it all, the way his hand cupped the small of her back, the other angling her head to deepen the kiss.

And in all of this, there was the heady realization that he wanted her. Just as much as she wanted him.

Not as a friend. But as a lover.

And that made her whole heart and soul light up with wonder and happiness.

Emboldened, her fingers found their way around his neck, tangling in the thick mane of his hair as she pressed against him. His tail came around her in a big strong swish and bound around her thighs, tugging her hard against the long, hard ridge of his cock.

And then he lifted her up and they fell onto the bed together.

“Oh—” Harper wheezed a laugh, almost winded. Gods he was strong.

He propped up on his elbow beside her.

“Does this make it clear we’re not just friends?” he husked out, kissing her nose.

“Hmm, not sure. Maybe I need more proof,” she giggled.

He laughed low in his throat, then planted little kisses along her jaw, down her neck, over the swell of her breast.

“How about now?” His dark eyes, heavy with lust, gazed up at her, an inch from her pebbled nipple.

“Still need more proof.”

He bent his head, pushed down her top and flicked his tongue over her nipple.

Harper’s clit pulsed in time with his movements.

By now, she was practically rutting his leg, feeling the wetness of her panties sliding against those stupid Santa pants, wishing them gone, so it was just skin against skin.

Maybe a Christmas fairy had heard her plea, because suddenly Noah sat up and ripped them off, kicking them onto the floor with a flourish. Then he straddled above her, leaning on his elbows to keep his weight off her, eyes searching her face. “You can’t imagine how many times I’ve pictured this… Being here like this… with you.”

“Me too.”

As they rolled around, kissing frantically, Harper realized her new top was ruched around her waist along with her skirt. And she couldn’t care less.

She gasped between kisses, “Still feels a bit too much like friends.”

With a deep husky laugh, Noah moved down her body and nestled his head between her legs, then one big selkie hand yanked off her little scrap of panties.

---