Page 20 of A Very Grumpy Christmas

“I’m yours. Take me.”

That’s all it takes and it’s like a flip switches in Kip. He takes charge. There are no more soft kisses; it’s all passion. I can taste his desperate need for me on his lips, and it drives me wild.

“Naked,” he grunts at me, and I nod, scrambling to push my plaid leggings down my legs and kick them off. My thick wool socks follow, and then my panties.

“Bra,” he orders as he drops to his knees at the edge of the bed.

I arch, reaching to unhook my bra, and his big hands grip my thighs, yanking me to the edge of the mattress. I blink, my brain trying to keep up with everything that he’s doing.

“Kip,” I breathe a second before he leans forward and buries his face in my pussy. “Fuck!” I shout, my bra long forgotten.

He’s so enthusiastic as he licks me, practically devours me, and all I can do is lay there and let him have his way with me. So many emotions and feelings are building inside of me as his tongue licks over my clit, sucking the little pearl into his mouth.

“Kip! Oh, God,” I gasp, moaning his name as his fingers spread me wider.

“So damn sweet,” he moans against my core, and I grip the bedspread beneath me tighter as his tongue licks down to my opening, licking up more of my juices as he goes.

“Oh!” I gasp as his tongue wiggles into my snug hole just a little bit.

“So tight. Gonna have to loosen you up,” he murmurs, and I nod desperately.

“I need you,” I beg, and he runs a finger between my folds, the digit swirling over my clit and driving me wild. “Please, Kip,” I pant. “Don’t tease me.”

I love seeing this confident side of him: how he’s taking control, how needy he seems to be to have me, and how he looks and touches me like I’m something precious.

We lock eyes and stare at each other as he slowly works one thick finger into me. I wince at the sharp string of pressure as he stretches me and he swallows hard.

“Are you a virgin, baby?” He asks, his voice low and guttural.

I nod silently, and he closes his eyes for a moment.

“Were you saving yourself for me?” He croaks, and I nod again. “Thank fuck. I was waiting for you too, baby.”

I want to ask if that means that he’s a virgin, too, but before I can, his mouth is back on me, and I forget about everything else.

His mouth loves my clit while he adds another finger, stretching my pussy wider. He works them in and out of me slowly, and a pressure starts to build low in my stomach, coiling tighter and tighter until it snaps.

“Kip!” I cry out as I fall over the edge, riding his fingers as my orgasm flows through me.

“Fuck, that was so fucking hot,” he groans, and I look down to see him licking his fingers clean.

I sit up, intending to return the favor, but before I can, Kip grabs me and moves me to the center of the bed. He strips quickly, and I can only stare at his perfect body as he joins me in the middle of the bed.

“Sorry. It’s not pretty to look at,” he whispers, and I blink, looking up at him with confusion.

“What?” I ask, and he looks away from me.

“The scars,” he says, and I blink, taking him in again.

“These?” I whisper, my fingers stroking over the raised red lines on his face, down his neck, and down his chest to his shoulder.

“Yeah,” he chokes out.

My fingers trail lower to the other scars and bumps on his hip, and I look up at him.

“Bullets and an IED,” he tells me without me having to ask.

“I’m sorry that you went through that,” I whisper, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to one scar and then the next, and then the next.

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