Page 18 of Rescued By Santa

She stares out the large glass windows in the living room. “Exactly. What seems perfect or at least like it’ll work out, sometimes doesn’t.” She takes a quick sip and licks a small drip from her bottom lip. “Delicious. But I want you to know that I don’t have any false illusions that tonight may be only physical.”

I stop with the glass halfway to my mouth. “Why would you think that?”

“Well, you… you’re awesome, but I’m sure you could have anyone you want.”

I slip in behind her. “Sonnet,youare who I want.”

She turns to look up at me. “But things happen, Jasper. We can’t predict the future.”

“True. But that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t live for today.”

“I want to feel whole again.”

I lift the glass from her hand after she takes a longer sip. “Let’s see if I can help you with that.”

Setting our glasses on the glass top table to our left, I turn back around and move her blonde curls behind her. Dropping my lips to her neck, I slowly tease my way up and down, listening for reactions. Her escalating moans and quick breaths tell me that I’m on the right path.

My lips knead farther down, tickling over her collarbone. Her back arches as my hand cups her full breast. Her pert nipple pokes through her sweater, tight and taut. I just barely skim the tiny peak.

And again.

And again.

Each time she moans louder, the high ceilings echo her pleasure back to me. It’s intoxicating to be surrounded by the sounds of her. She’s a holiday medley of ecstasy. The sensations that course through me tell me that there’s not a part of me that wants to stop what’s happening.

“You’re sure, Sonnet?” I ask, only wanting that finality of permission to ravish her body.

“Don’t stop.” She holds my head in her hands. “For the love of Santa, don’t stop.”

I chuckle, but in the next second, I scoop her into my arms.

The bed is the only place for us now.

My hard body cradles her as I lower her, leaning down to slowly descend to her lips. When we kiss it’s like everything is right in the world. It’s natural and there’s no clumsiness like with other women, just perfect.

Her hand reaches between my legs and she cups my cock through my jeans.

“Sonnet, you keep doing that and I might just become a teenager with no willpower.”

She smiles. “I’m sure we could get him back up.”

Her hands work my belt quickly and she shoves them down my legs. I start to roll to my side, and she stops me.

“No, I have an idea.” She shimmies down my body until she’s under me while I’m doing a push up.

Her mouth opens and she engulfs my cock, her hands pulling my body down to her. In seconds we have a pounding rhythm. The woman’s a complete sex kitten, take charge, grateful and ready to bless me with a mind-blowing orgasm.

Which is quickly… fuck… shit…

My body quakes fast and hard. I pump twice more and she swallows every bit of my seed.

“Jesus, woman…” I roll to my side and she sits up, wiping the sides of her mouth.

“God, that felt amazing. Was it good for you?” she asks with a chuckle, already knowing the answer.

I love her enthusiasm and honesty. It’s refreshing. “Now, it’s your turn.”

I pounce on her and lift her shirt, my lips cultivating a path to what can only be heaven. She wastes no time shimmying from her pants and lifting her shirt and the tank underneath revealing a beautiful body. Curves, peaks, valleys, and softness.

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