Page 91 of Deck the Fire Halls

Desperate for what Soren would do to me.

I didn’t have to wait long.

I heard his boots on my porch, the front door openand close, the lock sliding closed. “It’s just me,” he said softly.

I smiled into my pillow.

A few seconds later, he was at my bedroom door. “I’m awake,” I murmured. I was more on his side of the bed, laying on my front with my leg bent, hoping he’d get the hint.

He was a smart man.

Or maybe the fact I’d left the bottle of lube on his pillow was a strong clue.

He slid into the bed, his body cool, his hands cold. I startled and shivered at his touch.

“And you’re naked,” he said.

I slid my hand down my ass crack. “I’m also ready for you—lubed and stretched.”

He grunted, his forehead pressed to the back of my neck. “Jesus Christ, Rob.”

“I told you I would be?—”

He was gone before I could finish speaking. He whipped his briefs off, was on his knees and tearing into a condom in a flash. Then he lay his body down over mine, his cock nestled along my ass crack, his lips at my ear.

“And I told you I’d fuck you just like you wanted.”

I groaned out a laugh. “I don’t remember you saying?—”

He pushed into me, breaching, stretching, then pushed my shoulder flat to the mattress so he could sink in all the way.

Every thick inch of him.

Once he was fully planted inside me, he left his bodyweight on mine, keeping utterly still. For a few moments, there was only our breathing, his lips at my ear. “Been thinking about you all day,” he rasped. “Been thinking about this,” he rolled his hips, sending sparks of fire through me.

“Oh god,” I breathed. “You feel so . . . your cock . . .”

He rolled his hips again, his cock flexing inside me. Thick, full, and rock-hard. “You wanted this, huh?”

“So bad.”

He pulled back a little, sliding in again, pushing deeper, again and again, until he was rolling waves of pleasure through me. An ebb and flow, pushing and pulling, amassing an ocean of ecstasy until the tidal wave broke and I cried out as my orgasm took me under.

I felt his cock swell and pump his seed into the condom as he came. The way his fingers dug into me, the way he roared as his orgasm ripped through him.

Utter bliss.

I was warm all over, my bones embers, a fire in my belly.

I had a vague recollection of him cleaning me up, but I was soon in his arms, wrapped up warm and safe.

And I slept like the dead.

The next morning,I woke up before Soren, and I slipped out of bed and left him to sleep. His job was a physical one, and mental and emotional too. So as much as it pained me to leave this gorgeous man alone in my bed, I kissed his temple and went in search of coffee.

I ached in all the right places,and standing in my kitchen, in my robe and slippers, sipping my coffee, I took stock of how I felt.

My ass wonderfully tender, my shoulders relaxed, my heart happy.

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