Page 11 of One Night at Christmas

Her belly cramped. “What?”

He rolled away, and she could have wept with disappointment. Sitting on the side of the bed, he kept his back to her and ran hands through his hair. She leaned up to an elbow, wondering what he needed to tell her.

“I’m not going to say it.”

“You damn well better say it after that dramatic announcement.”

He chuckled and stood. “No, I mean, I’ll just show you.”

The T-shirt came off over his head, and she almost forget he had something to say or to show her or whatever. Good God, his body was beautiful. She stared at his bare chest, all muscular and perfect. His skin was taut like he’d never been overweight in his entire life, as if he lived in the gym. She knew for a fact that he spent most of his time in the office. The man had good genes.

So often when they spoke through her tablet and his laptop, she wished she could catch him just coming out of the shower, so she could see him without a shirt and wet. No such luck. Sometimes she wondered if he made sure to be fully dressed on purpose or if he had something to hide about his body. That was a silly thought because even dressed Bryson looked amazing. Anyone could see he would look twice as good naked.

He kicked his shoes off and pinched the button open on his jeans. Her mouth watered. She told herself to appear casual, like it was no big deal to be about to have sex with a smoking hot guy. The effort proved to be too much. What could she do but stare and drool over him?

He dropped his jeans. She lusted over thick muscular thighs with a dusting of dark hair covering them. A tan line cut across his thighs showing that he had worn shorts and lay out in the sun. Since it was the dead of winter in New York City and that city was buried under a foot of snow, she figured he got the tan artificially. He looked good enough to eat.

Then she noticed the front of his boxers. He was hard, and the tent was massive. Her desire increased tenfold. “Y-you’re…” she began.

“Yeah. I probably should have told you before we got together. If you don’t want to do it, I’ll understand. I’m ten inches and pretty thick. Maybe I’m assuming you’re not used to that, you know, being with black guys?”

She snorted. “That’s a misconception.”

“That you’ve been with black guys?”

“That they’re so

much bigger. Totally not true. But you… Let me see it, Bryson.”

He wasn’t shy, just nervous about frightening her. She appreciated his concern, but knowing he was so big had her squeezing her legs together. If she didn’t get him soon, she was going to explode.

He dropped his boxers, and she took it in. His cock was a work of art, all throbbing goodness. It was huge alright, all thick and long. The beast curved slightly as it stretched up and out from his body. He fisted it, and his fingertips met, but just looking she was pretty sure hers wouldn’t. She was an average size woman with average fingers.

“I have to touch you.”

“You’re not afraid?”

“Boy, please. You must know how eager women are to experience a man hung like you.”

“In theory, but when faced with the real thing, their fantasies become a little too real. This thing makes me choose my lovers wisely.”

She dragged her gaze from his cock to look into his eyes. “You’re saying you haven’t had a lot of lovers?”

“My ego would like to say I’ve had as many as I’ve desired.”

“You haven’t met the right women.” She sprang off the bed and lunged at him. Pushing his hand away, she took hold of his cock and stroked it. He was tight and hard as a rock. The head sliding through her palm felt amazing, and massaging him sent arrows of delight shooting down to her pussy. She leaned in and kissed his chest. “I definitely want it, every inch.”

Chapter Five

They lay naked on the bed with Bryson spooning her ass. His dick pushed against her like it was determined to get inside. She arched her ass into him as he ran a hand down her belly. Looking back over her shoulder, she offered him her mouth. He took the offering, devouring her lips until she couldn’t think straight.

His hand slid lower, and he cupped her pussy. She spread her legs a bit, and a finger gently eased into her heat. A moan escaped her. He wet his finger in her juices and slid it in and out of her over and over. She broke the kiss, collapsing against the pillows with her eyes shut. He worked two fingers into her pussy. She pumped his hand. A third joined the two, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out too loudly.

“Charon, baby, you’re so wet. Your pussy is so hot.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

She rolled onto her back, and he climbed atop her. They both looked down the narrow space between them. With his cock head pressing gently against her entrance, she ran her toes along his legs. Just a little wiggle, and he would be inside, but he held still.

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