Page 57 of One Hot Christmas

"Your nightie," he says.

I strip it off and toss the lacy garment onto the floor. "Ready to go."

Ben settles his hands on my feet and glides them over my ankles, up my calves. His warm palms feel so good on my skin, and a sultry tingle sweeps over me from head to toe as anticipation makes my breaths heavier. We haven't been alone, completely alone, in several days that seemed like forever. I love being with him even when we're fully clothed and can't touch each other in sexy ways, but I need to feel him inside me tonight.

"I am a massage therapist, you know," he says, his voice so deep and sensual that my clit throbs. "That means I know every way to touch you and get you so turned on that you'll beg me to fuck you."

"Don't need to wait for that. Please, Ben, make love to me now, please."

His lips slide into a wicked smile. "I love your enthusiasm, but I have plans for your body. Plans that will take time."

"Take as long as you want, just keep touching me."

"I will, that's a promise."

He starts to massage my flesh, starting near my knee and making his way back down to my feet. When he slides his fingers onto my soles and rubs with his thumbs, I can't help moaning. No other guy I've dated wanted to rub my feet, much less rub me down from head to toe like I know Ben wants to do. He massages a path back up my calves while he curls his fingers around them to work every muscle, not just the exposed sides. His touch is delicate at first, then his fingers sink in deep to loosen every knot and tight spot.

"How did I get so lucky?" I ask. "Rescuing a hot Brit who's also a massage therapist."

"Guess you've been a very good girl." He smirks as he skims his palms over my knees. "Or a very naughty one. Both, I'd say."

"Mm, Ben, keep touching me this way. I love it."

"Anything for you, love."

He skates his palms over my belly, teasing my navel with one finger, and moves his hands up to gently massage my breasts. With his deft thumbs, he rubs in circles around my stiff nipples, coming within millimeters of those taut peaks, only to withdraw his fingers. I arch my back and moan again while I clench the sheets. He slides his hands under my neck, delicately rubbing the muscles at my nape, and pushes his fingers into my hair to cradle my head. His face hovers so close to mine that I can feel his breaths whispering over my skin.

I also feel his erection brushing over my belly.

He grazes his lips across mine. "Should I massage your backside too? Or move on to the main event."

"Main event, please. I can't wait any longer."

Ben presses his lips to mine, softly at first, the pressure increasing every second until his mouth is crushed to mine. He thrusts his tongue between my lips, exploring with leisurely movements while I tunnel my fingers into his hair and bend my knees, all but begging him to take me. He gives up my mouth to kiss a trail down my throat while he shimmies down my body, the hard line of his cock scraping over my flesh. He pauses with his face hovering over my mound and peeks up at me through his thick lashes.

Then he pushes his mouth between my folds.

I gasp when he drags his tongue down one side and back up the other, not just once, but three times. When he lifts his head to look at me, his lips glisten with my wetness, and his nose does too. I can't help giggling when I see that. He smirks and rubs his nose into my clitoris, then drags his tongue down the center of my cleft to dive it inside my opening and swirl the tip.

"Oh, yes, Ben," I cry out while my fingers clench the sheets even harder.

He latches on to my clit and suckles it.

I come in an instant, my body taut while waves of pleasure crash through me. I suddenly realize someone might hear my noises, and I try not to cry out again, but I can't stop it from happening. My cries echo off the walls of this huge bedroom while Ben keeps suckling and licking my nub until I go limp on the bed.

He raises onto his hands and knees. "Hand me a condom, love. They're in the top drawer of the nightstand."

I somehow manage to understand his words and make my muscles move so I can retrieve a foil packet from the nightstand. Luckily, I don't need to do more than fling my arm out to open the drawer on the little table beside the bed. Not sure I could've moved any more than that if I tried. But I grab the packet and hand it to Ben.

He rolls the condom on and crouches over me with his head above mine. "I love you, Sam, and I never want to be without you."

"I love you too, Ben, so much."

"Spread your legs for me, pet."

As soon as I part my thighs for him, he pulls his hips back and plunges inside me. I grip his biceps while he thrusts in and out, taking his time, gliding in deep only to glide back out again until only the head of his cock is inside me. It feels so good that I can barely catch my breath, and I instinctively wrap my legs around his hips to let him dive even deeper into my body. He drops onto his elbows, his head nestled against my neck and his breaths blustering over my skin.

I lash my arms around him and hold on for the ride.

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