Page 23 of First Christmas

“How much I need you day in and day out? There’s only you, Becks. From now until forever. There’s only you,” he said, cupping the side of my face again, his eyes boring into mine with intensity.

“I know,” I whispered, “There’s only you for me too.”

His lips met mine, gently pressing, and I sighed into him, wrapping my arms around his neck to draw him closer against me. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss, running his tongue across the seam of my lips so I parted them for him. His tongue delved inside my mouth, coaxing mine to dance with his as the feelings within the room shifted. Moving his right hand down my back he guided me down to the floor, following until he was braced over me, never breaking our contact.

I didn’t care that the wood was hard under my back when Lucas’ heat was pressing into me from above. I felt like I needed this closeness with him after the explosion and apparently he did too. His hands ran down my sides gently, up under my sweatshirt, until he covered my breasts, squeezing gently.

“Is this okay?” he whispered, lips moving against mine. Always checking in with me. Always making sure everything was alright.

“More than,” I whispered back as he massaged my breasts through the lace of my bra before he took my mouth in another heated, searing kiss. His rough fingertips found my hardened nipples through the lace, flicking softly as my back arched and I moaned softly into his mouth. His thumb and pointer finger on each hand pinched my nipples gently, twisting them.

I felt my core pulse with need as wetness pooled between my thighs and I whispered his name, breathlessly.

“You’re always so ready for me,” he murmured against my neck, licking and sucking at it. “So responsive. How wet are you already?” he questioned, biting my skin softly.

His mouth was going to actually set me on fire one day. I was instantly desperate for him. I needed him inside me, just so I could feel him and know he was there and mine forever.

“Lucas, I need you.” I whispered, threading my fingers through his hair and tugging until his gray eyes met my brown ones. His eyes darkened at whatever he saw there.

“I’ve got you, baby. I’ve always got you.” he said. Lucas rose to his knees over me, gently pulling me up to remove my sweatshirt and bra. His large hand pressed into my chest so I laid back down on the floor.

I shivered at the cold, my nipples tightening further. He leaned over me, covering one of them with his mouth and laving at the bud with his tongue, sucking.

I cried out into the empty kitchen, arching against his mouth as he switched to the other side, treating it to the same attention.

“Lucas,” my hips were moving restlessly under him, desperate for his touch.

“Shhhh,” he hushed me softly. He was running his hands down and sliding my leggings and panties off, tossing them over his shoulder. He looked like a dark god in the light of the kitchen as he reached behind his neck and pulled his shirt off. My body heated further as my eyes took him in. Every inch from his neck down was covered in ink and I licked my lips. My dark god.

He unbuckled his belt slowly, drawing out the tension, unbuttoning then unzipping his jeans.

“Lucas, please,” I begged. I didn’t care thatI was pleading. He was torturing me.

Placing his left hand beside my head, he leaned over me, taking my mouth in another heated kiss. His right hand moved down my chest between my breasts and over my stomach. When his fingers touched the apex of my thighs I parted for him automatically, desperate for his touch.

His fingertips slid over the slick collection of my arousal between my legs, moving over my lower lips as he groaned.

Chapter 10

“Fuck. You’re soaked,” I groaned against Becks’ soft, plump lips as my fingers glided over her pussy. Lifting my head, I looked down, sitting back on my knees slightly so I could see. The inside of her thighs glistened under the lighting in the kitchen and I let my forehead meet hers again.

“Jesus. You’re desperate for it, aren’t you?” I murmured as she panted under me, nodding frantically.

“I need you.” Her husky voice was going to be the end of me.

I shifted the wrist of my right hand, using two fingers to part her gently, slowly sliding my middle finger inside her to the knuckle. I watched her arch her head back, mouth falling open on a moan and I growled softly, beginning to pump it in and out of her.

“Lucas, yes!” she cried out, open in her need for me, uninhibited knowing that we were alone in the house. “I need more, I need you,” she begged again.

It was almost my breaking point, but she was going to come before I took her.

I slid another finger into her, moving my hand faster as her hips undulated against me. I could hear how wet she was when my fingers exited and entered her and it drove me harder knowing she was desperate for me.

“Can you take another one?” I rasped out, kissing at her lips as she whimpered.

“Yes, please. Take me, do whatever, I need you!” she cried out.

I fucking loved this side of her. Adding a third finger she groaned at the stretch as I rapidly started fucking her with my hand.

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