Page 40 of Shy Santa

But he silenced any further protest when he climbed over me and kissed me hard. His tongue slipped past my lips and tangled with mine, battling for dominance.

My eyes rolled back in my head as he ground his rough denim covered cock over my aching mound, hitting my clit at just the right angle. A moan fell from my lips when he broke away and kissed his way down my neck and chest. His hand slipped behind my back and unhooked my bra before he slipped the straps off and tossed it away.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered against my breasts. His warm breath puckered my nipples as it ghosted over one. Sucking a nipple into his mouth, his fingers ghosted over my other breast. Lightly pinching the other and rolling it between his fingers.

My hips shifted restlessly against him, needing more. I sifted my hands through his hair as the rough scruff of his beard tickled.

Slowly, he moved down my body. His lips skimmed over my skin, making the muscles jump and dance. One hand caressed my thigh, skimming its way to the apex.

“Stop teasing me.” I lifted his head by the hair.

“You need to learn patience.” He chuckled as his fingers kept inching closer and closer to their target. Driving me mad in the slow swirling pattern he created.

Leaning close to my pussy, he parted my legs and ran those damn fingers up and down again before using both thumbs to part open me. Softly he blew on my cunt, and a wash of wetness hit me as his tongue traced my opening.

“Mmm… Definitely need to learn patience.” The rumble of his words had me arching off the bed. He slid a finger, then two, into me, slowly working in and out as he sucked my clit into his mouth.

My muscles bunched and fire bloomed low in my belly. This release would be huge, and it was fast approaching.

“I want you.” I moaned, grabbing his hair again, trying to pull him away to stop the building tension from exploding.

Bear wiped his mouth on his arm, then unbuttoned his pants and shoved them off. “Condom.” He murmured, leaning over to the nightstand.

I put my hand on his arm. “I want to feel you.” His eyes flared wide. “I’m on the shot. Got the last one two weeks ago. I trust you. We’re good.”

He hesitated a moment before he closed the drawer. “Are you sure? You’re the only one in the last year and I had a physical two weeks before I learned about Ace.”

It was sweet that he checked, but I wanted to feel every inch of him. My hand reached to cup his cheek as I lifted and kissed him. “Positive.” I whispered against his lips. The lingering taste of me there felt naughty somehow. The mix of him and my essence swirled to create a potent potion that revved me higher.

Falling back between my legs, I felt Bear line up and nudge my entrance. Breaking the kiss, he dropped his forehead to my shoulder as he slowly entered me. A groan rippled up his chest as he worked in and out of me.

“Damn it. You feel so fucking good.” He shifted to the side and slipped his hand between us and circled my clit with a rough finger. Sending sparks cascading through me.

My pussy clenched and fluttered around his thickness. The slow drag of his cock hit that magical sweet spot and stars burst behind my eyes.

“Yes!” I moaned as my orgasm hit hard.

It felt like someone zapped me with electricity. My fingers tingled and my eyes rolled back in my head while my pussy clenched down hard on Bear’s dick.

“Fuuuck!” He bit my shoulder, his pace increasing, still hitting that spot deep inside, dragging my orgasm out. He pounded into me a couple more times till I felt him swell before he groaned and gave one last push and seated himself in me, leaning to the side so his weight wasn’t fully on me.

We laid there panting, waiting for the thudding of our hearts to slow.

“Damn.” I chuckled. “Don’t think it’s ever been that good.”

“Well, it helps when you don’t fall asleep, and we aren’t in an exhausted rush.” He rolled to the side, slipping out of me.

“I should go clean up.” I went to roll off the bed, but Bear nabbed me around the waist and rolled me toward him.

“Don’t go.” He cuped my face and kissed me softly. “I’d rather sleep in a wet spot than let you go.”

I hesitated a moment because I didn’t know how I felt about the sensation of him leaking out all night. But gave in to the puppy dog eyes and sexy smile.

Instead, I snuggled close to his side. His arms wrapped me up, and I felt his lips on the top of my head as he held me close. My fingers traced the muscles of his side and abs as we laid there.

“Think I’m falling in love with you and your daughter.” I whispered into the dark of the room. My heart clenched when my words met silence. I tried to roll away, thinking I made a mistake letting them out.

Holding me closer, not letting me go, he whispered back. “Good. Don’t want to be the only one in love in this relationship.”

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