Page 75 of The Christmas Cookie Crush

But it’s that look he’s given me so many times before. A look I didn’t realize how much I’d missed until this very moment.

And I have a lifetime of those looks to look forward to.

I strip off the cami, remembering the last time I wore one of these with the shelf bra and how much trouble he had getting it off me, leaving me in just my yoga pants and the naughty reindeer socks Sarah gave me for Christmas.

His smile fades as his hands skim up my sides, cupping my breasts. He bends, capturing a nipple in his mouth, and I gasp at the sensation, arching my back to give him better access.

When he finishes lavishing my nipples with attention, I’m wet and panting and needy, clinging to him, desperate to get our clothes off.

I grunt my displeasure at the fact he’s still wearing a shirt, and he grins, yanking it off one-handed.

“God, that’s sexy.” I reach for his chest, running a hand over his pec, up to his shoulder, and back down again.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Uh-huh.”

“What else?”

Reaching for his waist, I pop the button on his jeans and slowly pull the zipper down. His breath hitches.

“That,” I whisper. “That’s sexy too.” Then I reach inside his open jeans, palming him over his underwear. “And this.”

He pulls me roughly against him, his kiss and his body filling my senses, his need every bit as urgent as mine.

With one hand, he shoves at his pants and underwear, and I help him push them over his hips. Then he turns us, backing me against the bed, urging me down onto it, then grabbing the waistband of my pants and pulling them and my underwear off together.

He goes to the dresser and retrieves a condom from the top drawer. When he’s right in front of me, I reach for him, planning on taking him into my mouth. I want to make him feel good. So, so good. And I know he likes this.

But he evades my hand, shaking his head. “God, Nora. I’ll blow if you touch me like that. I don’t want this to end that fast. And I want to be inside you.”

“Okay. Come here, then.” I shift onto my back as he rolls on the condom.

He climbs onto the bed with me, and I scoot over as far as I can, leaving him just enough room on the edge of the bed. Proppinghimself up on one arm, he trails the fingers of his other hand up and down my body, fondling my breasts, then up to my face, where he tips my chin up so he can claim my mouth again. His hand slides down, his fingers tracing the seam where my thigh joins my torso on each side, then he cups me, pets between my legs, gently, insistently.

I part my thighs, giving him room to work, wanting him to touch me more.

Taking the silent urging of my body language, he does what I want, parting me and tracing gentle circles around my clit.

“I want to make sure you’re ready,” he whispers, his mouth next to my ear. He takes my earlobe gently between his teeth, and I shiver with arousal.

Then he slides a finger inside me, finding that spot that feels so good and rubbing it, softly at first, and then more firmly when I plead, “Yes, more.”

It’s not enough, though. I need him. Not just his hands.

“I want you,” I tell him. “I need you inside me. Please.”

Without any further urging, he settles himself between my spread thighs, holding himself up on his hands. He doesn’t reach between us to line himself up. Instead, he rubs the head of his cock up and down my pussy a few times, each time sliding over my clit in a way that feels oh, so good, and then he moves back far enough that when he pushes forward again, he sinks inside.

I arch into him, moaning with pleasure. “You feel amazing.” I reach for him, wanting him close, needing to feel him fully against me.

Dropping to his elbows, he gathers me against him, kissing me deeply as he moves slowly inside me. I cling to him, arms and legs wrapped around him, getting and giving exactly what I need.

He uses one hand to palm my ass, adjusting our angle just enough that he hits me in the perfect spot.

“Yes, there, oh god, don’t stop,” I pant, and he drives into me harder, giving me exactly what I need.

Between the undressing and the kissing and justhim, I’m already so turned on, and he’s grinding against my clit with each thrust. He picks up the pace, and I’m vaguely aware that he’s as close as I am. “Don’t stop,” I pant again. “Don’t stop.”

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