Page 24 of First Christmas

“You going to come for me, sweet girl?” I asked looking down into her chocolate eyes, her face flushed and breasts heaving as she panted.

“Yes,” she nodded, frantic, “Oh God, Lucas -”

“I know what you need,” I answered, moving my thumb to her clit and pressing into it firmly, rubbing in circles as my fingers continued to pump into her. I watched her eyes lose focus with pleasure as her lips parted.

She arched up, shoving her pussy against my hand, thighs trembling as she let go. She convulsed around my fingers, her pussy trying to keep them inside, and I let her ride her orgasm out until every ounce of pleasure was wrung out of her.

She panted under me, fingernails embedded into my shoulder, just how I liked them. I waited until her eyes met mine again before I reached down, taking my hardened cock out. It was painfully hard, leaking precum from the tip.

Rubbing it through the soaked, glistening folds of her pussy, I groaned, torturing myself further.

Her hands wrapped around my neck, fingers linking at the back as she gazed up at me, eyes full of love.

“Take me,” she whispered. “I’m yours. Forever.”

That’s all I needed to hear. I moved both hands to brace against the floor beside her head, sliding inside her inch-by-inch as she opened and stretched around me.

“God, baby. Every time just makes it feel even more right.” I murmured, looking down at her. “You keep those beautiful brown eyes on me.” I said, pressing in with my hips until our pelvises met.

“You’re mine.” I gasped, hair falling across my forehead, sweat beading on my brow.

“I’m yours,” she echoed, “And you’re mine. You’re my everything, Lucas,” she whispered, staring up at me.

I started moving in and out of her at a steady pace, her inching up across the floor with every rock of our bodies, me following her, desperate to remain inside of her. I’d follow her straight into the depths of hell. I growled with the emotion in the moment and kissed her hard as she wrapped her arms and legs around me tight, holding on like she’d never let go.

“You feel so fucking perfect around me.” I said against her mouth, both of us panting. “You’re so tight and hot and wet.” I worked my hips faster as she cried out, hitting that spot inside her that made her come apart for me.

Moving my right hand off the floor, I gripped her neck, squeezing gently.

“Open those eyes,” I said when they fluttered shut, her mouth parted. I could feel her clenching around my cock, spasming, and knew she was close again. Driving my hips in harder the sounds of our fucking echoed through the kitchen. “I want them on me when you come. You say my name when you come around my cock, Rebecca. You hear me?”

She was nodding frantically, practically sobbing.

“Yes. Please, Lucas. Oh -”

“That’s it. You’re doing so well. Taking me perfectly.” I kept squeezing my hand around her pretty throat reflexively, syncing with her pussy squeezing my cock inside. “Come for me, sweetheart. Look at me and show me how good I make you feel.”

Her eyes widened and her neck arched as her nails dug into my back. I fucking hoped she drew blood. I’d get the marks tattooed this time, to mark this night. I felt her pussy clamp down as I drove into her one more time and we both fell off the edge together coming hard as she yelled my name through the house.

Keeping my hips pressed into hers and my cock deep inside her, I kissed her while we were both breathless and panting, still holding her neck, letting her milk my cock as she shook.

Resting my forehead against hers, I kissed the tip of her nose and whispered, “I love you, more than my own life.”

“I love you too,” she responded, holding me tightly against her.

“Mom? Dad?” Nat’s voice made me sit straight up in our king-sized bed, sunlight streaming through the windows and skylight. I blinked at the clock to clear my vision and saw it read ten-thirty a.m.Fuck. Monica and the girls had started decorating and setting up the books around eight this morning. . I slept through the entire morning and so had Becks. My eyes moved over at her, sprawled on her stomach, head under her pillow, dark hair down in a riot of waves. I heard her grumble and snorted.

“Baby, it's closer to afternoon than morning and Nat’s home.” I said, voice raspy with sleep.

Becks jerked up from under the pillow looking deliciously rumpled and blinked at me owlishly.

“What?” she murmured.

“We slept in. Nat is home. It’s Christmas Eve.” Poking at her side I made a mental note to set an alarm next time so I could take her in the morning sunlight before our daughter got home.

“Oh my God! Lucas, we’re naked! Don’t let her come in here.”

I threw my head back laughing as she rolled out of bed and scrambled naked into the bathroom.

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