Page 13 of The Christmas Gift
She shuddered. “Cor… please.” The tips of her sharp nails dragged along the nape of his neck and he welcomed it. Ivy knew what she wanted and there wasn’t a more attractive sound than her confident purr.
“Please, what?” he growled.
Her tongue darted out to lick along her lower lip. The action made his hips jerk when he recalled her supple lips on his body. He didn’t just want to fuck, Cor wanted to mark her as his. His alone.
“Fuck me.” She begged, “Please, fuck me.”
The words barely left her mouth when he flipped her around. She squealed. The palms of her hands bracing the wall for support.
Cor reached under her dress, pulling the panties to her ankles in one swift jerk. “Step out of them.” She did, and he barked another order just as swiftly. “Spread your legs. I want to see how wet you are for me.”
There was no doubt Ivy was excited. Her pussy glistened. Her scent enveloped every part of his senses, essence burrowing into his being and he knew it was tattooed onto his soul. The tip of his finger ran between her legs, spreading her juices until she was slick and ready for him.
As quickly as he’d yanked her panties down her legs, he stood, then rolled a condom from his wallet along the length of his throbbing member. As he’d done with his finger, Cor coated the tip of his dick in her nectar, but this time, he brought his dick to rest between her ass cheeks.
“I can’t wait to fuck you here.” He pressed close, letting his weight rest against her tight opening. He wanted to claim all of her, bury himself so deep neither would know where one ended and the other started.
She moaned. Her breath came in swift intakes as if imagining his every word.
“Would you let me?”
Repositioning himself, he filled her pussy in one thrust, sending her to the tips of her toes. The slick walls of her core clenching and undulating around him were sweet torture. Cor pumped his hips, taking himself harder and deeper with each thrust.
“Oh!”
“You’re so fucking tight.” The hand not holding her hips reached between her legs to part her folds. He flicked her engorged clit, rolling it between his fingers, loving the purrs of pleasure her body emitted.
“I… I.” The ripple that massaged his length was soul-deep. “Cor, I’m going to come.”
“That’s my girl.” He growled, biting the soft fleshy droop of her earlobe.
Over and over, he plunged into hot unrelenting heat, savoring her moans and each electrified response marking her as his. His treat. His woman.
When she cried out her release, her knees buckled, and he caught her against his chest as she rode out her orgasm, taking him with her.
His balls tightened. A ripple started at the base of his spine signaling his climax. It was powerful, almost painfully so, as every last drop of come was milked from him.
Fifteen minutes later, they cuddled on the sofa, sharing a slow unhurried kiss that bespoke his sentiments regarding Ivy. He didn’t want one night. Though he wasn’t sure what to make of the new emotions tightening his chest, he knew one night would never do.
His right hand drew circles on her thigh, pushing the dress up, until his access to her glorious ass was unrestricted. Her skin was soft, smooth against his palm. Cor squeezed her ass, his fingers dipping low between her thighs, electing a gasp from Ivy when he cupped her, smearing her juices along her slit. He wanted her again. But held back for fear of scaring her before he convinced Ivy she was his.
“How long are you in Bourbon?”
“I leave the day before Christmas.”
She tried to ease away, but he tightened his hold, enjoying her curves pressed against his chest. He sat with his back against the couch’s arm, one leg along the length of the sofa with Ivy cradled between his thighs.
“I want us to continue seeing each other.”
From the way she stilled, he knew a dozen thoughts were buzzing around in her head. But he was determined. The way she’d responded to his touch, seeing him earlier, Cor knew she felt the same draw of attraction. He also knew she had been just as surprised to see him again. Unexpected wasn’t in her nature.
“Cor, today…this was nice, but sleeping together isn’t a good idea. I’m working for your father.” She took a steadying breath.
“Is that what you wanted to talk about? You don’t think we can work and sleep together?”
“We were meant to have one night.”
“Then you shouldn’t have slept with the boss’s son,” he teased.
