Page 60 of All I Want For Christmas Is You

But when he stood up, he said, “Missed a spot.” And then, he was all hot man. He plumped her breasts, pushing them together and pinching her nipples, making her restless and hungry for him.

That was it. She couldn’t take it anymore. She turned to face him and looped her arms around her neck. He kissed her hungrily, greedily. She reached between them, pumping his hard, hot erection with soapy hands. “You make me feel like the sexiest woman in the world.”

“Because you are.”

She shook her head. “Only with you.” She ran her hands all over his chest, loving the way his nipples hardened and his muscles contracted. “No one’s ever touched me the way you do. Like you can’t get enough.”

“I can’t.” He turned her toward the spray, his big hands wiping the lather off her body. Once she was clean, he walked her to the other side of the tub. “Hands against the wall.”

She’d never heard that commanding tone from him before, and it sent a flash of heat through her. Bracing her palms on the cool tile, she popped her booty and lowered her head, waiting. When he didn’t immediately touch her, she glanced over her shoulder to find him staring.

All the joy was snatched out of her when she saw his focus on her ass. But then, she stepped out of her own head long enough to realize he was stroking himself, eyes half-lidded.

His gaze roamed up her back and collided with hers. “Look at me.” He held up a trembling hand. “I’m shaking.”

“Then do it.” She faced the wall. “Take what you want.”

In one swift move, he was up against her, his big, hot hands covering her breasts and squeezing. “I want to fuck these.” It was a growl in her ear.

Excitement rose to a pitch that was almost painful, and she shuddered. “Yes.”

He twisted the lever, shutting off the stream of hot water. Stepping out of the tub, he reached for a plush white towel and wrapped her up in it. Then, he lifted her and grabbed the tube of lotion on his way out.

“Beau.” She laughed as he carried her to the bed. “I can walk.”

He laid her gently on the mattress. “Yeah, but this way, I get to unwrap you like a present.” Slowly, he peeled off the towel, his eyes burning with lust. He held the edge of the soft cotton and said, “Lift.”

Her hips rose, and he whisked it out from under her. He gripped his hard cock and gave it a few strokes while looking at her naked body. “Toss me the lotion.”

Instead, she pulled him closer, pushing his hand away and drawing him to her mouth. When she licked the tip, his eyes flared. As her tongue swirled and flicked, his body went taut with tension, and his cheeks flushed. And then, when she had his whole cock glistening, she pulled him deep into her mouth. She held him there, sucking and painting patterns with her tongue.

A sheen of perspiration on his skin and the desperate look in his eyes had her releasing him. “I think you’re ready.”

Climbing onto the bed, he pushed her onto her back and straddled her. He traced her lips with his erection, letting her taste his arousal. “Open.” Expression fevered, he pushed inside and watched his length disappear into her mouth. “There’s nothing sexier than your lips stretched around my cock.”

Desire surged hard and fast, and she squirmed beneath him. She couldn’t talk with him stuffed inside her, so she moaned.

His wolfish grin told her how much he liked that. “Now, push those tits together.”

She didn’t think she’d ever complied so quickly. When she had them pressed tightly, he eased his cock into her cleavage.

“Yeah.” Bracing his hands on either side of her head, he slowly pumped, watching as she licked the tip with each pass. “Fuck, yeah.” He quickened his pace, his brow glistening with perspiration. “Look at you.” With fierce concentration, he slid into her mouth, letting her slick him up. “That’s good, sweetheart. Really good.” He pulled out, pitched his hips back, and then thrust between her tits again.

When he talked with that growl, when his eyes burned for her, she lost her mind. Drenched in need, she rubbed her thighs together and pinched her nipples between her fingers.

Her response only made him pump faster, and his breathing grow more erratic. His hips rocking, pistoning, he kept his gaze on her jiggling breasts. A sound tore out of his throat, half groan, half growl. “I’m gonna come. I’m coming. I’m—” He sat back on his heels, fisted his cock, and then shot his come all over her chest. His features, contorted with ecstasy, slowly eased until they went lax.

When he finished, he shifted down the bed, lifted her thighs onto his shoulders and licked into her. He wasted no time working her into a frenzy, making her hips twist and lift off the mattress. Heat and sexual tension coursed through her, making her pant and gasp. She grasped handfuls of the comforter, her back arching off the mattress.

She was already so close it only took a few minutes before she slammed up to his mouth and cried out with the most intense release of her life. She lost all conscious thought, her body in freefall.

Good God, she soared.

Nothing had ever felt as good as being with this man. She felt feminine, desirable, and purely sexual. While she reveled in the delicious aftershocks, he went to the bathroom and came back with a warm washcloth. After cleaning her, he covered them both with the fluffy down comforter and gathered her in his arms.

She curled up against him, slung a leg across his thighs, and ran her fingers through his chest hairs. Peering at the nightstand clock, she saw it was just after midnight. “Merry Christmas.”

He turned to see for himself. “Merry Christmas, sweetheart.” He caressed her forearm. “Wish I had more gifts for you.”

---