Page 36 of The Santa of the Mountain

“Good,” I whisper, stroking her cheek before pushing again.

Slow and steady. Back and forth. I keep going, urged on by every whimper and moan and reassurance from Kate that she’s okay. She’s not hurting. And finally, we find a rhythm. I’m halfway inside her and it’s more than enough for now.

“Just like that,” she moans as I thumb her clit, stroking her as I hasten my pace.

“How do you feel?” I ask, fixing my hands to her waist.

“Full… it’s like nothing I’ve felt before.”

I don’t want to tell her that I’m barely halfway in. It doesn’t matter. My girl feels like heaven.

“Do you want more?”

“More? You mean…oh…”

I push deeper, hitting a spot deep inside her that makes her shudder as I feel her clench against me. “You’re so tight. So perfect, Kate. Do you feel this?” Thump, thump, thump. “My balls are heavy. So high and tight and full because of you.”

She moans, grabbing her tits and it damn near sends me over the edge.

“Everything you do. Everything you say. Every second I’m with you I’ve been thinking of this moment. Fucking this pussy.” In and out. Harder. Faster. “Making it mine.”

Each thrust forces a guttural sound from her chest. She grabs my arms as I force my fists into the mattress on either side of her. I’m losing control. Fuck that. It’s already gone. Shattered like my world the moment Kate slammed into it.

“You feel full now but just wait,” I rasp, collapsing on top of her and shoving my face into her neck. I breathe her in. Again and again as I keep thrusting. Her moans, pleas, and whimpers become urgent. She’s close. And so am I. “Wait until I come. Wait until I unleash every drop I’ve saved for you. Wait…”

Her nails dig into my back and I feel her clench around me. She screams my name. Curses renting the air as I feel her come. And I come too. I can’t hold it back anymore as my orgasm slams through me like a freight train.

“Good girl,” I rasp. “Taking my cock. Taking my come.”

I feel the aftershocks for minutes. It takes me even longer to recover, but I know the truth—I’ll never recover from this. My diagnosis is terminal. I’m in love with Kate, and there’s no going back.

9

KATE

CHRISTMAS MORNING…

Oh my god.

OH MY. GOD!

I’m giddy. I’m happy. I’m everything I thought I’d never be. Content? Loved?

I feel all the things right now, and I never want to let them go. I never want to letColego. So for the first time in my life, I’m pulling out all the stops. I’m putting myself out there. Laying itallon the line.

I’m making it clear to him that he’s the one I want. So I’m doing something cheesy. A little corny. I’ve pulled up a chair next to the Christmas tree, wearing a bow, a tag addressed to Cole, and the elf outfit.

I haven’t been waiting long, so I’m surprised when I feel him coming. His footfalls shake the floor when he hops out of bed, a steady thump until he reaches the door. It swings open and…Hello, my naked mountain man!Good morning, little Cole. Little big Cole. There’s nothing little about my man’s…ahem. My vagina can tell you that. But somehow it fits. Like Cole said, we’re made for each other.

“Good morning, beautiful.”

“Merry Christmas,” I chirp.

He scratches his head, his hair deliciously disheveled after a nightof vigorous lovemaking. I know it was my first time, but I can’t imagine it being any better than that.

“It is Christmas, isn’t it?”

I curl my finger at him. “Come over here and open your present.”

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