Page 12 of Connected By Christmas
“This needs to go, too,” he says, grabbing the hem of my top. He pulls it over my head before tossing it on the bed. His eyes hungrily take me in as his hands roam over both of my breasts.
I feel him hard beneath me as I rub myself down the length of him. My fingers play with the strings of his flannel bottoms before pulling the waistband down and freeing him. His blues darken when I grip him tightly and move my hand further down.
I feel his hands on my waist briefly before they are sliding into my pants and cupping my ass. He squeezes my flesh hard and rocks me against him. Pushing my pants down further, I lift up to free them the rest of the way. He quickly removes the rest of his clothing before our naked bodies collide.
A moan escapes my lips as he starts to rub me up and down his swollen length. I’m so wet that I coat him with my arousal with each movement.
“Emma,” he says in that dangerously low voice that makes my insides clutch with excitement.
“Yes?” I moan when he rubs my clit harder against him.
“I need your sweet pussy wrapped around me now.” His voice is strained as he fights to keep control. “Take me deep inside where I belong.”
My body throbs at his words, and I quickly position myself on his tip before slowly sinking down on him.
We both moan when he’s fully inside of me. “This is where we both belong,” I manage to get out between the intense pleasure I’m feeling in every nook and crevice in my body.
I lift up and slide back down, setting a pace that has me throwing my head back and gripping the top of his thighs.
“God, you’re so beautiful. I’ve never seen a more sexy sight than you round with my child as your pussy greedily takes me in like it’s starving for me.”
I feel his eyes on me as I continue to ride him, letting my body control the pace. He always makes me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world, and I love it when he watches me surrender to his touch.
“That’s becauseI amalways starving for you,” I breathe. I feel his fingers touch where we are joined as I continue to slide down on him.
“Lie back further for me, baby.”
I grip the sheets next to his calves and lean further back as he continues to watch me take him deep. His hand has complete access to where we are connected, and when his thumb rubs across my swollen clit, I moan my approval.
He continues to apply pressure as I go harder onto him. The friction he’s causing sends my body into overdrive as a deep pull has me on the edge of falling.
“God, Em,” he rasps. “I can feel your body start to surrender. It’s the best fucking feeling in the world.”
He rubs harder against my swollen bud as I completely let go for him. The intensity of my orgasm takes me by surprise as I cry out his name, squeezing him hard and pulsing around him.
“Fuck,” he pants out with a growl before matching his pulse with mine. His fingers don’t stop, causing my body to be flooded with wave after wave of intense pleasure. For a second, I’m no longer in my body as our souls collide together in unity before we slowly come back down and separate.
Our breaths come out fast as the world around me starts to come into focus again. My body trembles above him as the last of the orgasm washes through me. His hands pull me back up to sitting as our fingers lace together.
He meets me halfway as our lips touch with a soft kiss.
“Merry Christmas,” he whispers against me.
“Merry Christmas,” I smile. “You sure know how to give the best gifts,” I giggle. “My body is still humming from that one.”
“Santa aims to please.” He nuzzles my neck and takes a nip. “Why don’t you snuggle back into these covers, and I’ll make us some Christmas french toast? You deserve a breakfast in bed after that one,” he grins.
“I’m not about to turn down your french toast.” I climb off of him and smile when he kisses my belly before pulling the white down comforter over my body. I watch him throw on his pajama bottoms before running a hand through his sexy bed hair. It’s hard not to linger on his body when he looks good enough to eat.
“If you don’t quit looking at me like that, I’m jumping back in this bed and eating you for breakfast.” A smirk plays on his lips as his blue eyes meet mine. All it takes is one look from this man, and I’m putty in his hands again.
“How about breakfast first because this baby girl in my belly is starving, and then we both get a dessert?” My eyes flick to the front of his pants before meeting his gaze again.
“Deal.” He breaks out into a grin, and my heart skips at the sight.
“Can you bring me your book?” I ask when he starts to walk away. “I want to read some more.”
“Sure.” He disappears and comes back with it.
