Page 27 of The Christmas List
It only takes a few thrusts before she’s lifting her hips to meet my fingers. My hips flex into her hand of their own accord, my body rolling to meet the tight pump of her fist as she works me.
I’m fucking dizzy with how badly I need her.
I slip my fingers out of her, and her eyes fly open in protest. I just smirk as I bring them to my mouth and suck her juices off them as hungrily as I’d eaten her little pussy, cleaning every last drop.
“God, Wyatt, please, fuck me,” she moans. “Now.”
Hearing her begging me to fuck her is the true end of my restraint, the unraveling string now snapped into something desperate.
Together, we yank my shorts down my hips, and I manage to pull them off. The tip of my cock drags through her wetness in the process, causing us to both groan in unison.
“I need to grab a con?—”
Josie shakes her head, stopping me. “I’m covered, if you’re okay with it…”
Holy fucking hell.Sliding inside of her…bare?
There’s no way this is going to last long with this being the first time we’ve been together in eight years. I’m going to come as fast as I did when I was a damn teenager.
Shoving a rough swallow down my throat, I nod, gripping the base of my cock. “I’m good too. Are you sure?”
I don’t take my eyes off her, needing to not just hear the affirmation in her words but also see it in her eyes.
This is important to me, tous, and I’m determined to get it right this time.
Her face softens. “I’msure, Wyatt.” Emotion shines back at me, and it tells me everything I need to know. That this moment means as much to her as it does to me.
My exhale is a shudder as my fist tightens around my cock, and I drag it through her folds, coating the head of it with her arousal and bumping it against her clit before lining up with her entrance. I push forward the slightest amount, barely even a breath, and the head of my cock slips inside.
Her breath hitches, and I lower my mouth to hers, capturing her lips and swallowing down her moan as the wet, tight heat of her pussy envelops my cock. Pleasure bursts behind my eyes as I slowly thrust inside of her until I’m buried to the hilt, so deep that I lose track of where she ends and I begin.
I pause, giving her a second to adjust, but I never stop kissing her, our tongues tangling together feverously.
I pull back, staring down at her, trying to memorize every single second of this moment. My gaze catalogs her swollen lips, her stuttering breath, the pretty pink flush of her cheeks, her pebbled nipples.
She’s a vision, an actual fucking dream.
She’smine.
When I feel her nails bite into my back, I withdraw and slowly sink inside of her again, this time rolling my hips and watching as her eyes roll back and she arches, pushing herself further down on my cock.
The rough pad of my thumb finds her clit, and I circle it in slow, deliberate motions as I set a pace of thrusts, slow and deep, each one harder than the last.
Being inside of her without a barrier, a feeling we’ve never experienced together in the past, and it’sindescribable.
Euphoria like I’ve never imagined existed.
“Fuck, honey, you feel so good wrapped around me,” I rasp, my voice hoarse with need.
Josie’s hands slide down the expanse of my back to my ass, where she pulls me deeper into her, hitching her leg higher on my side. “Tell me what you need.”
Her words tumble out breathlessly. “More. Please.”
I strum her clit faster as she clings to me, my thrusts turning hard, deep, quick,both of us barreling towards a climax that I already know is going to change my life. That’s going to change the trajectory of every thought I have. Permanently.
“Come for me, honey. Milk my cock so I can come inside of you,” I pant, flexing my hips deep and rolling them, reaching resistance. “I want to watch it drip out of you.”
“Don’t stop,” she pleads on a trembling breath. “Please, don’t stop.”
