Page 16 of Pining for Christmas

Ha. As if I could feel cold right now. I’ve got Jack’s warm hands squeezing my waist and trailing down my stomach; I’ve got this freaking Santa hat, slumping to one side on my head.

Jack notches the head of his cock to my entrance. “We’ll go slow, okay? Nice and easy. And if you want to stop, you say.”

Not likely. I’m already rocking my hips instinctively, trying to urge him inside. I’ve got that ticklish feeling down there again, and it only gets worse when Jack starts rubbing at my clit, leaning forward to kiss my neck, his beard soft against my skin.

“Sit down on it, baby.”

I sink down an inch. “Oh.Oh my god.”

“Take your time.”

Yeah, no kidding. I’ve only let in the head of his cock, and already I’m stretching around him. There’s a faint burn, but it’s not unpleasant. It doesn’t hurt, exactly, and when he keeps rubbing my clit…

I bite my lip and sink down deeper.

So this is what it feels like to have someone inside you. Someone hard and throbbing. I wiggle my hips, and I’m rewarded with another inch. On and on we go, Jack kissing my neck, my earlobe, my bottom lip, his thumb rubbing steadily at my clit.

And I sink down deeper and deeper, until he’s wedged huge and hot inside me, all the way down until my ass rests against his thighs.

“You’re there. You’ve done it.” Jack cups my face and kisses me breathless. “So fucking perfect, Clara.”

It’s not like Jack is stingy with praise on a normal day, but hearing that while his cock twitches inside me? Heat floods through my veins, and I whimper, rolling my hips.

Yes.

This is—this must be what all the fuss is about. This sensation right here, the huge length of him, so unyielding, sliding in and out of my pussy, dragging over every part of me. My toes curl in the frosty air. My pulse leaps.

“That’s it. Fuck.” Jack grips my hips again, urging me to roll harder. Take him deeper. Every time his cock rubs against a spot inside me, my eyes practically cross. I cling to his neck, our foreheads pressed together, and our ragged breaths fill the quiet office.

The sofa creaks.

The blanket slips off my shoulders.

“JesusChrist,” Jack grits out, and the crack of his palm against my bare ass tears a moan from my throat. We’re rocking urgently, the slick sounds of our bodies joining echoing around the room.

It’s messy. It’s primal.

It’s perfect.

This time, when I come, it feels different from earlier. The orgasm Jack gave me with his mouth was sharper, more concentrated.

This time, it’s like watching a storm rolling towards us over the hills. Building slowly, coming closer, the rains pounding the grass and my lips part, my sighs lost in the wind. It fills me slower, but the pleasure is deeper, somehow, and it spreads to every nook and cranny of my body. Warms me down to the marrow of my bones.

I tip my head back, hips moving in his lap.

Jack’s teeth scrape over my throat, and I fall.

“Jack.”

“I’m here.”

I cling to his shoulders, body jerking, breath held. And when I finally come back to myself, when I start to move again, dazedand blinking, Jack thrusts his cock deep inside me and fills me with wet heat.

I stay in his lap for a long time. Keep him inside me, even once he’s softened. I don’t want us to be apart, not yet. And when I finally peel myself off him, sticky and aching, Jack follows me up, tugging on my Santa hat pom pom.

“Come on. I bet we can both fit in the shower.”

I scoff. The cubicle is tiny; there’s no way. But if Jack wants to try, there’s no way I’ll tell him no.

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