Page 21 of A Very Grumpy Christmas

“Ginger,” he says, and I can hear the doubt in his voice.

I’m no stranger to being self-conscious. I’ve always been a bigger girl, and I’ve had to work to be confident in my own skin.

“I love your body. You look like a warrior. Youarea warrior,” I tell him as I continue to trail kisses across the scars. “Look at how strong you are. How brave.”

I kiss lower, pushing him onto his back as I settle between his thighs. His cock is hard and resting against his flat stomach, and I place a kiss next to his belly button.

He sucks in a sharp breath, and I smile up at him as I wrap my hands around his dick.

“I might not be good at this,” I warn him.

“You’re doing amazing already,” he says hoarsely, and I smile.

“I’m not really doing anything,” I point out and he swallows hard.

“You’re sitting next to me, naked, with your hand on my cock. I’m about two seconds from coming,” he says, and it’s the biggest ego boost that I’ve ever gotten.

“Have you thought about me, about us, doing this before?” I ask him as I lean down and swipe my tongue over the tip of his cock, licking up the drop of precum there.

“Only every single day for the past year.”

“And what do I do in these fantasies?” I ask him as I trail my tongue down the underside of his cock.

“Fuck, Ginger,” he groans, and I grin.

“Uh huh, buthowdo we fuck?” I ask him, and he stares down at me with fierce eyes.

“Every way. There’s not a single thing that we haven’t done in my head,” he tells me, and I nod.

“You’ll have to make a list so that we can get to all of it.”

“A… list?” He asks, his eyes going hazy as I wrap my lips around him and start to suck his cock.

“Hmm,” I hum around him, and his thighs tense.

“Fuck,” he grits out, his hand coming up to tangle in my dark red hair.

I take more of him, all of the way until he bumps against the back of my throat. His length is starting to swell on my tongue already, and I swallow around him, wanting to taste his release.

“Ginger…baby…,” he pants, and I wrap my hand around the length that I can’t get in my mouth, working him in time with my mouth. “Ginger. Ginger!” He shouts, his hand tightening in my hair.

A moment later, his salty release coats my tongue, and I hurry to swallow it all down. I sit back on my heels and watch him as he catches his breath. Finally, he opens his eyes and looks right at me.

“I love you.”

He says it so fiercely, and I nod. This man loves me with every fiber of his being. And I love him.

“I know. I love you too. Now make me yours.”

He moves, rolling me under him, and I spread my legs wider for him, offering him all of me.

“You’ve been mine since you stepped foot in this town. You’ll always be mine,” he tells me as he starts to push into me.

“Yours,” I agree, my body already starting to race for my release as he slowly bottoms out inside of me.

I don’t even feel when he takes my virginity. All I can feel is his love for me. All I can focus on is him.

He kisses me, his hands on my breast, in my hair. It’s like he can’t stop touching me, even as he makes love to me. I wrap my legs around his waist, clinging to him as my orgasm brews inside of me. He kisses me, whispers that he loves me and I come undone.

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