Page 13 of First Christmas

“Rub yourself.” He ordered.

Biting my lower lip, I ran my hand down my stomach and to the apex of my thighs. Gripping the sheet with my other hand as my fingers found my clit, I moaned as they brushed across it gently.

“That’s a good girl,” he said, eyes glued to what I was doing, “Keep going, baby.”

Using two fingers I formed tight figure-eights across my clit, feeling more wetness pooling at my center, moaning as I arched my hips.

“Tell me what you want, Becks,” he said, licking his lips.

“I want you inside me. Right now. I need you, Lucas.” I panted.

Dropping my legs, he hit his knees, leaning down and licking up my center. I cried out and dug my fingers through his hair. He pushed his tongue deep inside me, wrapping a large arm around my left thigh and across my lower stomach. His thumb found my clit and stroked it in soft circles as I moved my hips against his face.

“That’s it, Becks, ride my face,” he growled against my core.

I shivered at the sensation of his lips brushing, and his voice vibrating, against me. He covered my clit with his mouth and sucked hard causing me to arch up off the bed.

“Lucas, please, I need you!” I sobbed.

He grinned up at me from between my legs and crawled up the bed beside me and laid on his back. Grabbing my arm he pulled me up and over him, until I was straddling him. My hands landed on his chest and I looked down into his gray eyes. He knew I still got flustered doing this. Being on top as a plus-size woman, made me self-conscious.

“Get out of your fucking head, Becks.” He spoke, his left hand coming back to my throat. “I’m a big boy. Ride me. Take what’s yours. I’m yours and only yours. I can take it.”

I closed my eyes, moaning softly at his words. He always knew what I needed to hear. Lifting up I reached down with my right hand, gripping the base of his cock. Bringing it to my entrance, I teased the tip of him running it through my wetness.

His left hand tightened around my throat with his right gripping my hip.

Arching his hips he slipped inside me as I gasped softly, “Lucas.”

“Take me, Rebecca. Fuck. Sit on my cock, baby.”

Lowering my hips over him, I took him inch by inch as we both groaned at the feeling. There was always a fulfilling stretch when he moved into me and I relished it.

Moving up and down his length until we met and he was seated inside me fully, I clenched my hands on his chest, scraping my fingernails over him as I swiveled my hips.

I was panting and already breathless at the feel of him owning me. He said I was taking him, but he took me for his, no matter what position we were in.

He gazed up at me with his eyes darkened, running his large hands over my hips and up to my breasts squeezing them. I tilted my head back on a moan looking up at the stars through the skylight over the bed that allowed the moon and stars to illuminate us.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered.

Looking back down at him I raised my hips and lowered them, starting a rhythm as his fingers found my hardened nipples, pinching and toying with them.

“Lucas,” I gasped, squeezing him tight inside me.

He bucked his hips up, meeting me and driving himself deeper.

I cried out, “Oh God!”

I leaned forward to get a different angle and my clit brushed against the base of him sliding in and out of me.

“That’s it, baby. God, you’re taking me so fucking well. Are you already close, for me?”

“You feel so good,” I moaned, moving my hips faster. I don’t know how he made me and my body come to life like this so quickly. I was already on the edge of climax, our skin slapping against each other echoing through the room. “Please…”

He met me thrust for thrust, his right hand sliding down to my clit, rubbing it firmly with his thumb. My thighs started shaking as I dug my nails into his chest harder and he groaned in pleasure.

He looked down, watching where our bodies connected, “Come for me, Becks. Take this cock and come all over it for me.”

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