Page 91 of The Hockey Grump Saves Christmas

Leaning over her, I moisten my finger with her juices and glide up to that precious magical nub. Her eyelids become heavy and her head falls to one side on a groan.

She is the most beautiful sight, and I need her body around me right now.

Her forehead crinkles when I nudge at her entrance.

“Am I hurting you?” I ask while I work her clit, making her even wetter, even more ready with every stroke. “Do you need me to stop? I’ll stop whenever you like.”

“Don’t you dare stop.” She lifts her hips and pushes herself onto me until my tip is inside her.

We gasp simultaneously, making noises as one, as we move together, push together.

I close my eyes and allow myself to sink into it, and when she reaches forward to stroke my balls, I emit a sigh that feels like it started in my toes.

“That’s fucking great,” I say. “Whatever you do, don’t stop. You’re so wet and so warm and your hand feels so great.”

“Good,” she says. “It’s all you now. Whatever you need, whatever you want.”

I open my eyes and look down at thisbeautiful naked woman lying on my rug. A smart, spirited woman who’s just the right side of bonkers and who has a heart as open as mine is closed. And I can not believe how fucking lucky I am.

“This is definitely not all me.” I dip my mouth to her neck. “You’re coming again. But with me this time.” I quicken the circles on her clit, matching the rhythm with my thrusts.

She writhes under me as I kiss a line down her neck and chest until my mouth meets her glorious nipple. The sensation of it in my mouth takes me right to the brink.

“You are amazing, you know that?” I say, almost losing myself as my pace increases.

“Only because you’re…about to shoot your load inside me,” she pants, while reaching to grab my ass and pull me tight to her.

“Not just because of that.”

And at that exact moment I lose all sense of reality. My eyes close, the world disappears, and all that exists is my dick pumping inside her, her clit throbbing under my finger, her inner walls gripping me.

“Here we go,” she whispers, right before she breaks under me.

The first sight of her face lost to the pleasure takes me with her.

It’s the full cliché.

Fireworks go off in my head, my back arches, my head thrashes from side to side, my dick pumps and throbs like it’s never going to stop. It’s a release that goes on and on, into a whole new world of orgasm that I didn’t know existed outside of fantasies.

I’m vaguely aware of making sounds, but I have no idea what they are. I’m lost in Natalie, lost in what herbody is doing to mine, what her mind has done to mine, what her personality has done to mine, and feel like nothing will ever be the same again.

There’ll be my life before I came inside Natalie Bourne on the rug in front of my fire, and my life after. And they will be two entirely different things.

“Jesus fucking Christ” are the first whole words I manage to form as I come back to Earth in this new existence.

What we did in the theater the other day was amazing.

But what just happened here, although equally as amazing, was also different. There was kind of a sweetness to it.Sweet. Fuck yes, that was sweet, sweet sex.

Then I lean down and kiss her welcoming mouth. Long and slow and deep.

Pulling away, I push the hair off her damp forehead. “Don’t you dare ever feel you have to do anything to earn anyone’s affection. You don’t have to do anything other than be you. You’re worthy of it just by existing.”

She looks up at me with a twinkle in her eye and bites her top lip. “You mean youlikeme?”

“Not if you still don’t like me,” I say.

She pulls my face back down to hers and whispers against my lips. “You might be growing on me.”

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