Page 54 of All I Want For Christmas

“What?” she asked breathlessly, her head lolling back, nipples displayed invitingly in front of him.

“On your knees. Now.” The tone was rougher than he intended but he wasn’t going to wait.

She did, her eyes hooded, lips cherry red and glistening from his kisses.

When he yanked her bottoms down, panties included, she gasped.

A little determination and some hard tugs had them off both ankles and Christian freed his erection from his boxer briefs and shoved on a condom right before she settled her thighs on either side of his. Her warm flesh collided with him.

He was willing to say the hell with foreplay and just slam her down onto him, but Blue took his cock in her hand and slowly stroked it. It was Christian’s turn to groan, and he dug his fingers into her hips. She moved her lithe touch over him up and down, a feathery tease of a touch, her lips brushing against his neck in a similar barely there contact.

That was only damaging his control, but when she took him and slid him up and down in her wetness, using the tip of his cock to stimulate her clit, he was almost destroyed. “Oh, damn,” he said, teeth gritted, grip on her so tight that he could see the whiteness of his fingers. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“You know what I’m doing,” she whispered in his ear, her tongue flickering out to lick his lobe. “I’m getting off with your cock.”

Oh, yeah, he definitely knew that’s what she was doing. Christian tried to breathe, realizing she had turned the tease around on him. This was torture.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asked her, enjoying each slick slide up and down her, almost being allowed access to push into her, then being denied as she pulled him back up again. Definitely torture.

“Uh-huh.” Blue’s breath came in short staccato bursts and she was concentrating intently, her free hand on his shoulder to brace herself.

He realized she was actually going to be able to come and he stared at her in fascination, amazed that she was so gorgeous, so sensual, so in tune with her own body.

“That’s it,” he told her. “Take it, take what you want.”

She did. She moved him into position and let her hips drop so that he filled her in one motion.

Christian exhaled sharply, his grip on her waist brutal. It was a tantalizing position, her body resting on his, her breasts teasingly close, her hands on his shoulders, her hair falling in her face as she leaned forward and kissed him.

He knew she couldn’t really get the leverage to set the rhythm like this, so he did, pumping his hips so that he went deep inside her. The way she enclosed him, her slick sweetness stroking at his cock, was insanely good.

Obviously she felt the same way, because he was barely in her and Blue was coming, her lips parted, eyes wide in shocked ecstasy, her orgasm the result of all that teasing she had done with his cock. It had the same reaction on him. Christian gave one last thrust then gave in and exploded with her.

Being there together increased his intensity, both of them shuddering and pulsating together, sexy and intimate and exciting.

They stared at each other, gazes locked, and Christian saw something in Blue’s eyes that he knew was in his, a hope, a surprise, a depth of emotion that was illogical but was there.

He wanted to say something brilliant and poetic that would sweep her off her feet and make her certain that she wanted to be with him.

But he didn’t have those words, didn’t know how to be that guy.

So he just said, “I’m having a Blue Christmas and damn, it’s good.”

She laughed softly. “Don’t start singing.”

He cupped her cheeks with his hands and kissed her slowly, savoring the taste of her. “No singing, I promise.”

Blue gave a satisfied sigh and extracted herself from him, untangling her legs from his and crawling up the bed.

“Where are you going?” Christian couldn’t resist running his hand over her bare ass since it was presented so enticingly in front of him.

“To lay down under the covers. You wore me out.”

He grinned. “You did do a lot of work this time, all that using my?—”

She cut him off with a fake prim expression. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. And if you don’t stop, I’m not going to let you cuddle with me.”

“Oh, cuddling was on the table?” He’d already figured out Blue wasn’t much of a cuddler, so if she was offering, he was going to take it. Hopefully he could convince her to sleep naked too. “Then I’m on it. I’ll shut up.”

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