Page 135 of All I Want For Christmas

She was playing with her own nipples.

“Naughty girl,” he growled in her ear. But he did like what the nipple stimulation did to the sweet pussy wrapped around his fingers.

“Keep going,” she begged him. She was still holding her cocoa in one hand.

So was he, for that matter. And he had the sudden urge to laugh. He felt like a teenager, feeling his girlfriend up at a party, but fuck it was fun. And damn, he was hard as stone, and he wanted to feel her come around his fingers.

“Do you have a bra on?” he asked, moving underneath her so her ass pressed more fully against his aching cock.

“No.”

He felt her pussy tighten around his fingers and imagined she was tweaking her nipples harder.

Her head was against his shoulder, the delicious scent of her hair in his nose. “Squeeze that pretty nipple hard for me,” he ordered her, as he slid a third finger into her tight pussy, stretching her.

“Oh, God,” she breathed.

He felt the response. Her pussy grabbed him, and he pumped deep, making her take the full girth of his fingers, curling them against that magic spot.

“Thisis the only treat I need for every holiday,” he whispered. “The taste of this perfect cunt on my tongue before I plunge my cock so deep you have no idea how to say anything butyesandTheo.”

She pressed her head back against his shoulder, her thighs tightened around his hand, and her pussy soaked his hand as she came.

Theo hoped no one was actually watching them at that moment, because if the little arch of her back and her eyes sliding shut didn’t clue them in to what had just happened, his big triumphant grin would have.

“That’s my girl,” he praised, keeping his fingers deep as she came down. “You’re so damned perfect.”

He couldn’t think of another woman he’d been with who would have let him get her off under a Christmas blanket surrounded by strangers.

God, this woman was fun. And sexy as hell. And sweet. And funny. And smart. And…everything he wanted. Absolutely everything.

"If you forget the cookies, you’re in huge trouble," were her first words to him after she took a big deep breath.

Theo frowned. "What do you?—"

"Seriously," she said, her voice louder. "I don't think I can."

His eyes widened. What the hell? “Are you?—”

"I’m sorry,” she said, her voice at a normal volume, unlike the quiet murmurings they’d been using. "But I just can’t anymore."

"What are you—" he started.

"Please," she begs.

Had she lost her mind? Had the orgasm on top of the schnapps on top of the long day made her completely forget where they were?

"Savannah, honey? What’s wrong?" Lucy asked coming toward them.

Theo slipped his hand out from her pants even though there was no way anyone could see what was going on under the blanket.

Savannah looked at Lucy. "I'm so sorry. I feel a migraine coming on. It's probably how tired I am from travel and then the tension of driving in the storm. But I feel bad. This is so lovely."

He narrowed his eyes. Well, he had said they needed a good reason to excuse themselves to their bedroom.

Lucy clicked her tongue and shook her head. "Don't be silly. Go upstairs. We’ll definitely see you tomorrow. Get some rest."

Savannah pivoted on his lap—making his hard-as-steel cock groan—putting Lucy behind her so she couldn’t see the way Savannah’s eyes were sparkling. "Come with me? You can rub my head."

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