Page 25 of He Sees You

Dove is squirming.

My arm is slung over her, fingers on my right hand playing with her nipple in between hefting the weight of her tit in my palm. It’s been about ten minutes since we both finished, and though the heavy breathing, moans, groans, pants, and whines in the bedroom have faded to silence, I knew she was still awake. I finally let my cock slip out of her pussy, nestling it between her ass cheeks before she could scoot away from me.

I’m an ass guy. Always have been. I don’t mind a lover playing with mine, and if I thought I could push Dove into letting me play with hers tonight, I’d start stretching her out now. I can sense that I still have her on the right side of accepting she’s going to be mine. Surprise anal might be a step too far, even if I tried playing the ‘but it’s Christmas’ card.

Ah. There’s always next year.

So, instead, I’ve been fondling her tits, waiting to see if she’ll slap my hand away. When she doesn’t, I drop kisses to her sweat-slicked shoulder, squeezing her flesh, feeling my cock stir as I begin to recover.

She gasps a little as my hard-on starts to come back to life. I’m nottryingto nudge her backdoor with the tip, but if she backs up a little…

Dove moves away from me as much as my hold on her will allow.

Damn it. I allow it, nipping the side of her throat with my teeth. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Nowhere,” she says, voice so husky, a shudder runs down my spine. Fuck, that’s sexy. “But I thought you’d be heading out now that you got your way.”

Oh, she did, did she? When I’m just about ready to take her again—when I finally found my way to her bed—she thinks I’m going to leave? “And why would I do that?”

“It’s Christmas,Santa. Don’t you have places to be?”

I nuzzle the back of her neck. My precious Dove… she’s so fucking cute. “I promise you, this is the only place I want to be.”

I want her to melt back against me, relaxing, giving me a sign that she’s ready for round two. I’m fucking her regardless, but I want her to enjoy our first Christmas together as much as I am.

But instead of doing that, Dove slips out of my hold, and I’m so stunned that she basically made a break for it, she’s up and out of the bed before I even prop myself up on my elbow, watching her go.

Oh, fuck. Completely naked from head to toe, with ‘I’ve just been plowed’ bedhead… I already knew Dove was gorgeous. Seeing her after I completely, thoroughly fucked her? I almost want to go to my knees and, in honor of the season, belt out ‘Gloria’.

Gloria, oh gloria, in Excelsis Deo…

Too bad she throws an arm over her tits before turning around, letting me marvel over her ass.

And that’s exactly what I’m doing—marveling—before I realize that she’s heading for the door.

My post-nut good humor dies suddenly. “Dove. Get back here. I’m not done with you.”

She pauses, midway to the exit of her bedroom. “I need a shower,” she squeaks out.

And wash the scent of our sex off of her skin? “Not yet. Unless you want to take another shower after I pull you out of the water, bend you over the sink, and fuck you again.”

Dove turns so that I can see the shock on her face. “I thought it was just the one time.”

And I thought she was smarter than that. “To start,” I agree before tossing the blanket away from me. My cock is already hard again, and I smirk when her eyes go directly to my erection once I’m as uncovered as she is. “But I’m ready again when you are.”

She takes a step back. “This is insane. I… I fucked you. I’ve never done anything like that before. Fucking a guy when the only thing I know about him is his name.”

“You know I’m a cop,” I offer helpfully. Did I fuck the brains out of my beauty? Possibly. Luckily, I’m happy to fill her in. “And that I love you. That’s three things.”

Her lips part, like she’s about to say something only to realize that she’s been struck speechless. She blinks a couple of times, and in a strangled voice, finally chokes out, “Love me? Youloveme?”

Obviously. “I do. And you’ll love me, too, Dove. I promise.”

I take it back. She’s my smart girl. Instead of breaking my heart on Christmas by insisting she won’t—when shewill, damn it, I’ll make sure of it—Dove just takes a few more hesitant steps away from me. She’s holding her hands up, shaking her head, but I’m more entranced by her naked body and the way her tits are jiggling with the motion like a goddamn bowlful of jelly to pay too much attention to anything else.

At least, I am until she breathes out, “This is fuckingcrazy. I don’t evenknowyou,” and I sigh.

Oh, Dove. Is that really your sticking point there? Love at first sight exists. So does obsession. I’m proof of that. Just like how easily she gives herself to me—first with our kiss, then when she let me fuck her—as though some part of her recognizes that she was always meant to belong to me.

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