Page 18 of Christmas Wishes

He stops his fiery kiss and starts placing kisses all over my face, down my jaw and further down my neck. He kisses and licks and nibbles and I feel like I'm in heaven. My hands explore his back and I start pulling his shirt off his jeans. That makes him stop.

We're both breathless, our chests heaving in a rhythm no one knows but us.

"Let me take your clothes off, sweetheart. I want to look at your delicious body and gorgeous tits."

His hands are shaking, which surprises me. I'd think an experienced man would be blase about doing something like this with a woman, but this tells me this is important to him. He pulls up my t-shirt and I help him by lifting my arms. Then he unbuttons my jeans and opens the zipper.

I help him pull my jeans down by lifting my hips and his smile turns into a frown when he sees the butterfly tattoo I have on my hip.

"Who was the fool that had the audacity to touch you before I did?"

His mood has shifted and I'm not sure if it's possession or rage.

"Stop that. I went to a lady tattoo artist."

The admission seems to calm him down and he then takes in a breath when he sees me in my underwear, lying there on the bed at his mercy. His hands cup my breasts and tease my nipplesthrough the fabric. They immediately perk up and go hard like little pebbles.

A moan comes out of me and I push my breasts against him, indicating I want more. He pinches my nipples lightly and I flinch expecting pain, yet there is pleasure in it as well. I'm confused, but I trust Gene and let him keep exploring my innocent, young body.

Gene continues his exploration down my body. His fingers lift the elastic of my panties but he doesn't pull it down, he just lets the tips of his fingers tease the soft skin that is hiding beneath the fabric. He places an open mouthed kiss on my lower belly and I gasp in pleasure.

"You like that, sweetheart?"

I nod in agreement.

"I'll kiss every inch of you before this night is over, Lilah."

A shiver goes through me as his features turn intense and determined. I have no complaints because every fiber of my being wants to be here. As he starts pulling my panties down he places kisses as every piece of skin is revealed, making my core start throbbing.

I'd always wondered what it was like to be kissed intimately and now this gorgeous man is going to make it happen for me. Gene gets up on his knees and looks as if he's in awe of what he's seeing, which makes me blush, because it's me and my body.

"I need these underthings off of you, sweetheart. Let me see all of you." He says, while still tugging at my white cotton panties.

I sit up and unclasp my bra. I'm feeling a little shy even though he's been touching me for a bit now. I shrug it off and toss it aside, then I get rid of my underwear. In less than a minute I'm completely exposed to him and the way he's looking at me has got my blood boiling. I lie back down and try to keep myself from covering my body.

"I've got you sweetheart. You don't need to cover yourself in front of me. You are the most magnificent woman I've ever seen."

He grabs my hand and puts it over his chest. His heart is beating a mile a minute. All for me. When he lets go I get on my knees in front of him and start unbuttoning his shirt. The shirt covers a few Celtic tattoos that I find yummy. I trace them with my fingers before removing his shirt altogether.

I let my hands roam his chest. He's got some hair, but not too much. It's just right. I let myself go and start placing kisses on his chest, over his tattoos, over his heart. This is a magnificent male specimen and I have him all to myself tonight.

My hands go down his sides and I tease the skin underneath his jean's waistband. Teasing him like he did me. The skin under my hand turns into goosebumps and I hear him take in a deep breath.

"Is it okay if I help you take off your pants?"

"Everything we do together is okay, sweetheart."

He places a kiss on my forehead and lets me take the lead for a few moments. I'm not fooled by this calm demeanor, I know he'll pounce on me when I least expect it. That's what makes it exciting. That and realizing that this man might be the one I give my heart to after so many years of being alone in the world.

I unbutton and unzip his jeans and then slide them down his muscular legs. He stands up to get rid of the jeans, but he's still in a pair of black boxers. He looks good enough to eat and I can see a wet spot staining the material. I've read about this in my spicy novels and I lick my lips in eagerness.

My instincts tell me to get the boxers off so we can have some fun, but when I reach for him he blocks me.

"Not yet, sweetheart. If these don't stay on I might embarrass myself like a teenage boy."

I give him my best good girl pout. It doesn't move him. He does, however, become a bit of a caveman grabbing me by the waist and lifting me up. I'm not sure what's happening, but then he lets me slide down his body.

His body against mine is a furnace and I'm starting to melt. When I'm back on my feet he tugs me near the bed. I'm confused when he plops down in the middle of the bed, but there's a huge smile on his lips.

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