Page 21 of Santa's Pretty Helper

Bella

I nod eagerly and he weaves his free hand into my hair. “I’ve wanted to taste your mouth for so long,” he murmurs, brushing his lips over mine. Tingles erupt across my face at the contact. The tip of his tongue brushes over my lower lip, and then he sucks it gently. “Fuck, the things I want to do to you, Bella. I’ve wanted you for so godammned long that just being in the same room with you lately is torture. I want to feed you and drive you to campus every day, buy your clothes, wash your body. I want to fuck you until neither of us can walk. I want to hold you all night.”

“And now you can have all of that. It’s yours, Gabe. I’m yours. Because I love you.”

He groans and kisses me, the pressure soft and sweet. His lips press against mine, warm and firm, and I melt against him. His fingers tighten slightly in my hair, holding me in place as he deepens the kiss. I part my lips, letting him in, wanting to taste him, and his tongue sweeps against mine. The pleasure of it is shocking, and I groan against his mouth. He tastes like mint andGabe—I don’t know how else to explain it. He tastes right. He tastes like home. Like everything I’ve ever needed. I’m dizzy with how good this feels. I’ve dreamed of Gabe’s mouth on mine so many times, and it’s a thousand times better than I ever could’ve imagined.

He pulls back slightly, his eyes locked on mine. The blacks of his pupils are swallowing up the blues of his irises, making him look dark and slightly dangerous. “That’s it, sweet girl,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky. “Kiss me back. Show me how much you want me, too.”

So I do. I arch up onto my toes and kiss him with all of the pent-up longing and need and love I’ve had to keep to myself for years. His grip on me tightens, his fingers tangling in my hair. He guides my head, angling it to deepen the kiss even further. I’m utterly consumed by him, by the feeling of his tongue exploring my mouth, his hard body pressed against mine, the scent of him. The fact that I’m almost naked while he’s fully clothed excites me, too.

He breaks the kiss, trailing his lips down my jaw, nipping gently at my earlobe and making me shudder. “Good girl,” he whispers, sending a thrill of excitement and need through me. I can feel my wet pussy sliding against the satin band of the teddy, and I clench, wishing for friction of some kind. “You’re such a good girl for me, Bella. Give me your mouth again.”

I tilt my face up to his and he kisses me again, slow and languid, and his hands roam slowly over my body, tracing the dip of my waist, the flare of my hips. His skin is warm and rough, the drag of it against me exquisite. He cups my breasts through the satin teddy, his thumbs circling my nipples slowly, and I gasp, arching into his touch as he teases them into hard, aching peaks. The sensation is electric, shooting sparks straight down to my throbbing clit.

We’ve barely started, and I’m already a mess. I don’t know how I’m going to survive this without bursting into flames or passing out from sheer excitement.

“Gabe,” I whisper against his lips.

“Shh, sweetheart,” he soothes, breaking our kiss and burying his face in my neck. “I’ve got you. I’m going to take such good care of you. Going to make you feel so good.” He kisses up and down my neck. “You coming over here was so brave, Bella. Telling me the truth of your feelings so that we can both stop suffering…my sweet, brave girl. Christ, you feel so good.”

He keeps playing with my nipples, toying with them over top of the smooth fabric covering them. He pinches them, tugs gently, rolls them between his fingers. I rub my thighs together, squirming in earnest now. Fingers still working my nipples, he kisses my mouth again, his tongue sliding against mine in a slow, sensual movement.

I’m completely lost right now. Lost in Gabe, lost in knowing I can actually have him, that he wants me too, that he loves me and wants to take care of me…it feels surreal. Like I’m about to wake up from a dream, horny and alone in my bed.

“You’re shaking, sweetheart,” he murmurs, wrapping me in his arms. “Talk to me.”

I peer up at him, my kiss swollen lip caught between my bottom teeth. “I think I’m overwhelmed. I bought the lingerie and came over here and now we’re kissing and I…I…”

Gabe’s expression softens, and he scoops me up into his arms and walks us over to the couch. He sits down and settles me in his lap, my legs straddling his hips, my face tucked into his neck.

“I’m sorry, Bella,” he says softly, smoothing his hands up and down my back. “I think I went from zero to sixty because I was so fucking happy and excited that we’re on the same page that I got ahead of myself.” He kisses the top of my head. “We don’t have to do anything tonight. We can go as slow as you want. Andyou can always tell me no. Always. I don’t want to do anything that you don’t want. I just want to take care of you and make you feel so good. That’s all I’ve wanted for so long now.” I snuggle into him, feeling my nerves start to settle a little. He slips a hand under my chin and tips my face up to his. “I love you, Bella. I love your sweet personality and how smart and insightful you are. I love the sound of your laugh and the way you frown when you’re concentrating. I love the way you see so much beauty in the world. I love how beautiful and sexy you are. I love everything about you.”

My eyes sting with unshed tears, one slipping down my cheek as I blink. “I’ve had a crush on you for years, Gabe. And I never thought…I thought you just saw me as Eric’s little sister. That you’d never see me as a grown woman. After the Christmas tree decorating party, I was almost in tears, thinking that you saw me the same way that Eric did. But then I heard you say my name while you were camming, and…” I suck in a shaky breath. “It was like everything changed in an instant, and I knew.”

He kisses me, soft and sweet. “How did you find my stream?” he asks, one eyebrow cocked. “Not that I’m mad about it.”

I blush fiercely. “Um. Well. I happen to like porn. A lot. I’m a virgin, but I don’t think you understand how horny I am all the time. Especially when I’ve been around you. So I watch porn, and I touch myself and use toys, imagining it’s you. That it’s us.”

He lets out a low groan. “Fuck, that’s hot.” He slides his hands down to my hips and rocks me against him, his bulge sliding against my satin covered pussy.

“I found out about OnlySantas through an ad, and you were one of the featured newcomers on the site. So I watched your stream and subscribed. It’s how I knew you were live the other night, after the party. I got the notification on my phone, and I logged on to see you fucking that toy and moaning my name.”

He kisses me again. “I want you to know something. After that party, that cam session, I made a decision. That in the new year, I was going to tell you how I felt because I couldn’t live without you knowing. Without taking that chance.”

“Seems like this,” I say, working my hips against him and earning a sharp gasp, “was inevitable, then.”

And then we’re kissing again, slow and deep, as he holds me in his lap, his big hands roaming over me. They’re warm and big on my bare back, and I arch into him.

“You hold my heart in your hands, baby girl. And while it’s scarred and imperfect, it’s yours.”

Gabe’s words feel like something out of a dream. Out of a romantic movie. This man, the only man I’ve ever wanted, who I didn’t think wanted me, is giving me everything.

Just like I want to give him everything.

“I promise to take good care of it,” I whisper, and he kisses me again. The slide of his tongue against mine is slow and hot, and my pussy is throbbing and dripping. I feel empty and needy, like my skin is on fire. Without breaking the kiss, Gabe stands, my legs and arms wrapping easily around his body, and he walks us slowly into the bedroom.

“Tell me again that you’re sure,” he says as he eases his weight down on top of me. A thrill courses through me at the feeling of Gabe’s weight pressing me into the mattress. He’s so much bigger than me. I feel surrounded by him. Consumed by him.

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