Page 40 of The Christmas You Crash

“The towels,” she says through her giggles. “We’re going to track water all over the cabin.”

“That’s what mops are for.”

“We’re going to soak the bed.”

I smirk. “That’s the plan, OTG.”

We’re both laughing as I get us inside. Water drips off our bodies, leaving a trail through the cabin as I make my way to the bedroom I’ve claimed as mine while we’re here. The little minx in my arms peppers kisses across my jaw, my neck, my shoulders. Her warm skin against mine makes me desperate toremove every last stitch of fabric between us. I want to know what it feels like to be completely skin to skin. To feel her under me, on top of me. I want to be inside her. I need to be.

The door to my room bangs against the wall as I carry her in and toss her onto the bed. Her squeal as she bounces on the soft mattress makes me smile. The sight of her, breathless and flushed on her back, makes me hard. Lexi notices, too. Her eyes widen as she stares at my bow-clad package. A package that is growing by the second.

“Merry Christmas to me,” she whispers to herself.

Damn, she’s cute.

“Come on, beautiful. Let’s get you out of those wet clothes before you get cold.” I climb onto the bed and make my way toward her. She watches me with rapt attention. Her chest heaves, her plump lower lip slips between her teeth, and her jewel eyes are hooded as I reach her. My fingers toy with the bows tied at her hips. “Look at you. All wrapped up for me. You’re the perfect present.”

A sweet little gasp meets my words as my fingers tug on one of the ties, and the side of her bikini bottoms falls open. Goose bumps cover her skin, and I can’t tell if it’s from the cold or her arousal. I untie the other bow in the same way, watching her expression the entire time.

“You sure about this?”

She nods.

“Words, Lexi. I need your words, or this can’t go any further.”

Her lips part. “Yes. I’m sure. Fuck me, Ryder.”

All my blood rushes straight to my dick as I grip her bikini bottoms and tug them off. They land on the wood floor with a wetsplat. “Jesus, Lex.”

Her sweet little pussy glistens with arousal already. She’s neatly trimmed and groomed, and perfect. I skim my fingertips through her dark curls. Lexi gasps, her back arching off the bed,and my attention goes to her chest. To the hard nipples begging to be played with. Slowly, I run my fingers up her lower belly, her stomach, and up to her sternum. I palm her left breast. A perfect handful. Lexi moans. The fabric is cold, and I waste no time untying her top and throwing it on the floor with the bottoms.

“Lexi. Fuck. You’re perfect.” And she is. Her skin is soft and warm, her body strong and elegantly curved. Everything about her is inviting. The fullness of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the swell of her hips; all of it is as close to human perfection as I’ve ever seen.

Her body flushes pink. She closes her eyes for just a moment before recovering and fixing her attention on me. “Ryder. I want to unwrap my gift.” Slim fingers tug at the bow on my boxers, and I chuckle.

“You want my cock, baby?”

She nods. “Very much.”

Far be it from me to leave a lady wanting. Without another word, I hook my thumbs in the waistband of my boxers and drag the wet cotton down my hips. The fabric catches on my ass, clinging to me, but after a few more moments of struggle, they’re off, and my dick is free.

“Damn,” Lexi murmurs, staring at it. She looks up at me sheepishly when I laugh, but she doesn’t need to be embarrassed. I’m glad she likes my dick. And I’m going to make sure she craves it by the time the night is done. But first…

“Before you get to play with your present, I want to taste you.” She squeals as I grip her hips and drag her toward me. With a wicked smirk, I drop to my stomach and wrap my arms around her thighs, spreading them for me. Her center glistens with arousal, and I hum with pleasure when I drag my tongue through her folds.

She tastes like ambrosia. Like sin and salvation.

Lexi’s back arches off the bed as I groan low against her pussy before I unleash myself and feast on her. She cries out as my tongue parts her lower lips and lap at her. She’s so responsive. Her cries fill my room as I press a finger into her tight heat.

“Oh, god, Ryder. Fuck!” Her hand tangles in my hair as I devour her. She hangs on for dear life. Unintelligible cries fall from her lips in a symphony of pleasure as I circle her clit with my tongue. Her hips move as I eat her. They’re soft movements at first. Slow rolls that grind her pussy against my lips. But as I bring her closer and closer to the edge, she loses control, and they buck against me.

“That’s it, baby.” I cease my assault just long enough to place a kiss on her inner thigh. “Fuck my face. Take what you need.”

Her pupils blow wide, mouth open and panting, and her chest heaves. It’s quite a sight. I could get used to this. Maybe if I’m lucky, another blizzard will roll in and strand us here for a few weeks straight. Maybe a month.

Who am I kidding? Even that wouldn’t be enough.

“Ryder,” she whimpers. “Please.” Her hips continue to roll, desperate for friction and seeking release. And who am I to keep that from her?

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