Page 47 of A Christmas Bargain

He nodded. “Me too.” He cupped my face, kissing me tenderly at the same time that he lowered me onto the bed. Following me down, he made sure there was no break in our kiss.

I ached for him, from the peaks of my hard nipples to the slick tension in my pussy. I felt this lust taking over me from the inside out, and as he braced his weight on top of me, staring at me with his forearms on either side of my head, I widened my legs.

“I–I won’t last,” he warned between kisses as he trailed his mouth down my jaw and toward my neck. His hand was already sliding down to my entrance. As soon as he reached me there, he used one finger to smear my wetness around in a taunting caress.

“Me neither. Been too long.” I wrapped my fingers around his thick length, stroking the long hardness until he closed his eyes and thrust into my hand.

“I’m clean,” he said.

“Me too.” I kissed him, lifting my butt off the bed to try to push him into me. “I don’t care about pacing ourselves anymore.”

He shook his head. “I don’t care either.”

“All I care is that you fill me, right now. And—” I gasped as he did, putting his wide cockhead into my entrance and pausing.

“Oh, yes. Please. More, Derek. More.” I held his head to me as he kissed and sucked near my nipples.

Then he listened, sliding all the way into me and stretching me so wide.

There was no going back on this. We’d reached a point far past a fake date.

And there was nothing fake about this. I felt the real hardness of him pounding into me. He heard the desperate moans and whimpers for him to go faster and deeper.

We might have started out pretending, but the moment I came and triggered him to as well, I knew that we’d messed it all up in going for what we really wanted.

This.

“Oh, Derek!” I shouted as my pussy clenched around him. Wave after wave of pleasure careened through me, almost dizzying me with the stark relief.

“Fuck. I’m going to… Claire, I’m?—”

I kissed him hard as he shot his hot cum deep into me. His dick jerked, wedged so far up in me that I cried out at the additional push over my clit.

Together, we came.

Together, we lay spent and sated, catching our breath.

The deed was done. We’d crashed through the boundaries that declared our relationship as fake.

That wasn’t pretending. We’d really crossed the lines like that.

And I couldn’t wait to do it again.

16

DEREK

The first time I made Claire come, we didn’t last long. It’d been years for me. She hadn’t been able to hold off from an orgasm either.

It was lust, pure lust and a rabid need to come together as close as two people ever could.

After we caught our breath and cleaned up, though, being in the shower led to a slower, tender union that hinted that I might never get enough of it.

It was an itch to scratch. Something physical.

Or that was the lie I wanted to convince myself to believe. We lay in bed all night, talking and simply basking in the afterglow of giving in to each other, of giving in to what we wanted. All that pretending had sure set us up for a lot of unresolved sexual tension.

Now that we’d snapped, now that we’d surrendered and could rest in bed cozied up together, the inevitable guilt crept in.

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