Page 31 of All I Want for Christmas Eve

“That would be amazing,” he says. “If you’re okay with that.

I nod, as the idea has caused me to grow even more wet. I am pretty sure I’m dripping all over him. “Yes. I want that too.”

“Good. We will be very careful and safe, I promise.”

“Are you safe?” I ask him in a whisper, even as I’m still grinding myself against his naked cock. “Seriously?”

He takes my hand and kisses my fingers. “Safe as sitting on Santa’s lap.”

“I don’t think that’s a great comparison right now,” I say as I try to keep my senses about me. “Which Santa? Because there are probably some sleazy mall Santas out there...”

“The real Santa,” Adam explains. “Real beard, real belly, real magic.”

“Oh.” Well, I can’t argue with that. The real Santa is super safe. “The same real Santa who sent you to me on his sleigh?”

“Yes,” Adam answers. “That Santa.”

“Okay,” I say hoarsely, still rubbing myself on him. I happen to know for a fact that the real Santa is a kind, good hearted man, like my father. He wouldn’t send me chlamydia for Christmas. That’s just against the rules of gift-giving. He also wouldn’t send a present who was married or a jerk, or anything unpleasant.

Alright. I’ve convinced myself that this is a good idea, and I don’t care who thinks otherwise.

“Have you been a good girl, Eve?” Adam asks teasingly, grasping my hips and lifting them, positioning himself to enter me. “Do you deserve to sit on Santa’s lap?”

“Oh my god,” I say with a shudder. “Yes.”

He pulls my hips down slowly over his erection, letting his cock slowly push into me. One inch at a time, I feel my insides expanding and stretching with the size of him. I close my eyes and gasp, placing a hand on his chest for balance. “Adam,” I whisper.

He tightens his hold on my hips and lifts them again, and this time, he thrusts upward into me. Adam groans at the sensation. “You feel perfect. You feel so fucking good.”

I feel like I’m going to cry. The sensation of having him inside me is so perfect. I want to freeze frame this moment and this feeling and relive it over and over again. But before I can remember how amazing it feels, he does something else to me and it feels even more amazing.

Adam fucks me from below in long, luxurious, slow strokes. And then faster, with more force, driving himself in as deeply as possible. I find myself grinding my pussy down on him, desperate for more contact and more friction. But the feeling of him filling me is making my body grow limp on top of him, so I am thankful that he is still doing most of the work from the bottom.

“Hold on,” Adam says, reaching down and removing his leg brace. He tosses it aside, before lifting me and placing me down on the bed, following with his body so we are still attached. He moves so gracefully, like a dancer.

And once he’s on top of me, I let my whole body relax as I wrap my legs around him and let him do whatever he wants to me, moving at a frenetic pace, which is almost animalistic in nature. My whole body quivers.

“I’m getting close,” I gasp out as I feel my pussy tighten around him, my muscles contracting involuntarily.

“I know,” he says, pressing a kiss against my mouth. “Come for me, Eve,” he says against my lips.” Then he hotly French kisses me, sliding his tongue into my mouth at the same time as his cock pounds my insides, and I feel my whole body shudder with release. I gasp against his lips, and I know he knows. My hands grip his shoulders tightly, and he slows down his pace for me to ride it out.

“Oh my god,” I whisper. “Oh my god.”

He kisses my forehead. “Good?”

“Yeah,” I say. “Your turn.”

“I’ve been close for a while,” he says. “Can I finish in your mouth?”

“Yes,” I say, wanting nothing more than to taste him.

“Okay,” he says, pulling his cock almost all the way out, and then slamming it back in, making me gasp. He picks up the pace slowly, achingly slowly, and I tighten my legs around him.

“Adam,” I whisper, pressing my lips against his shoulder. I realize that I want to tell him that I love him, which is a really uncool thing to do, so I just press my face into his shoulder instead, while he fucks me senseless.

“You’re mine, Eve,” he says, as he increases the intensity. “Okay? You belong to me now.”

“Okay,” I whisper weakly, clutching his arm.

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