Page 16 of Snowed in with a Grinch

I smile. “Well, it is Christmas. I’m in a giving mood.”

She giggles a breathy giggle, and I press tender kisses to her face, her eyelids, her cheeks, the tip of her nose. “That was a good gift.”

“What about what you’re giving me? I can't believe I’m the only man who gets to see you like this.”

Noelle cups my face, bringing my gaze to hers. Her brown eyes are warm and trusting, glowing with an emotion I'm almost afraid to name. “I want to see you too, Sawyer. All of you. Please?”

With a groan, I take her mouth in another heated kiss. She meets me with equal fervor, hands tugging impatiently at myclothes. Together, we manage to divest me of my sweater and undershirt, only breaking the kiss when absolutely necessary.

As soon as my chest is bared, Noelle's hands are exploring, mapping the dips and planes of my muscles. Her touch ignites me, every brush of her fingers against my skin, sending sparks straight to my aching cock.

When her hands drift lower, tracing the trail of hair below my navel, I groan into her mouth. “Noelle, you're killing me.”

She smiles against my lips, fingers toying with the button of my jeans. “I want to touch you too, Sawyer. Show me how.”

Fuck. The innocent plea nearly undoes me. I capture her wrist, bringing her palm to my lips to press a reverent kiss there. “Next time, angel. Right now, I need to be inside you.”

Her pupils dilate at my words, a fresh wave of arousal perfuming the air. “Yes. Please, Sawyer.”

I make quick work of my remaining clothes, sighing in relief as my erection springs free. Noelle's eyes go wide as she takes me in, a hint of nervousness mingling with the desire on her face.

Settling back over her, I brush the hair from her face tenderly. “We'll go slow. If anything doesn't feel good, you tell me and I'll stop. OK?”

She nods, hands coming up to explore my back and shoulders. “I trust you.”

Those three words pierce my heart as I hover over her. I know what a precious gift she's giving me. Not just her body, but her faith, her vulnerability. I vow silently to cherish both, to make this everything she deserves.

Taking my shaft in hand, I position my tip at her entrance. Our eyes lock and I pause, giving her one last chance to change her mind. But there's no hesitation in her gaze, only desire and infinite tenderness.

“I'm ready,” she whispers, wrapping her legs around my hips to urge me closer. “Make me yours, Sawyer.”

With a groan, I press forward, sinking into her welcoming heat inch by careful inch. We both gasp at the exquisite sensation—Noelle at the unfamiliar stretch, me at her tight, slick warmth. It's heaven and sweet torture all at once, and I don’t think I ever want to be anywhere else but inside her.

“God, Noelle,” I pant once I'm fully seated inside her, holding myself still to let her adjust. Beads of sweat gather on my brow from the effort. “You feel incredible. So fucking perfect.”

She lets out a shaky breath and lifts her hand to brush my damp hair back from my face. “You feel perfect too. I've never...I never knew it'd be like this.”

“You’re OK?”

She nods. “I'm more than OK,” she assures me. “Please, Sawyer. Move.”

Slowly, I withdraw until just the tip remains inside her, then glide forward again. We both cry out at the exquisite friction. I set a steady rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before sinking back in, savoring every inch of her silken heat.

Noelle meets me thrust for thrust, her hips rising to take me even deeper. Her nails dig into my shoulders, urging me on as soft moans spill from her kiss-swollen lips. I've never seen anything more beautiful than her, lost in pleasure beneath me.

“Harder,” she pleads, ankles locking at the small of my back. “I won't break.”

With a growl, I comply, snapping my hips faster, driving into her with more force. The headboard slams against the wall in time with our movements, and Noelle throws her head back with a throaty moan, exposing the elegant column of her throat. I latch onto the soft skin there, sucking what will surely be a vivid mark. The primitive part of me rejoices at branding her as mine, even temporarily.

“Yes, Sawyer! Just like that!” Her thighs tremble. “Don't stop. I'm so close...”

Noelle's body tenses beneath me, her inner walls squeezing around my cock so tight as I drive into her. I'm close too, my thrusts becoming more erratic as I chase the pleasure for both of us. But I need her to fall first. I want to watch her come undone again, knowing I made her first time feel like fucking heaven.

Bracing on one forearm, I reach between our sweat-slicked bodies to find her clit. The first brush of my fingers against the sensitive bundle of nerves has Noelle keening, her back arching off the bed.

“That's it, angel,” I encourage her, rubbing tight circles in time with my thrusts. “Show me how good you are. Come for me one more time. Squeeze my cock so hard.”

“Oh god!” Her nails press into my shoulders. “Sawwwwyyyyyyeeeeerrrr!!!!”

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