All I Want for Christmas

Chapter Seven

Dex loved the holly-berry red lingerie, but now he was ready to see her out of it. He slid his hands around behind her to the clasp of the bra. It flicked open easily, and he drew it away from her body and tossed it to the floor. She had her white teeth buried in her bottom lip as she watched him big-eyed, almost anxiously.

He studied her breasts again, having been unable to get them out of his mind since the night of the party. They were just as luscious as he recalled, and he bent his head to take one tight little nipple in his mouth, a sweet hard little berry. He tugged and sucked and tongued the budded tip, making her writhe and whimper beneath him.

"Oh, yes,” she breathed, threading her hands through his hair and holding him to her breast. “Yes, yes."

He moved to the other nipple, reached for the first with his fingers, tugged the tip gently. Having both nipples attended to seemed to almost send her over the edge, making her wild for him. God, she was incredible. It was such a turn on to see her respond like that, to know he could make her so hot.

His cock was rock hard and throbbing with need as desire for her surged through his body. He needed her desperately, urgently, now.

"Erin, I can't wait,” he muttered.

"Do it,” she urged him, hands on his back trying to pull him up and over her.

"Hold on.” He reached for his pants on the floor beside the bed. He rose back up with a condom in his hand and quickly sheathed himself, gritting his teeth as he did so, so close to coming he could taste it.

Then he took himself in one hand and directed the head of his dick to her soft, wet opening, pushing gently. She was tight even though she was so excited she was dripping. Her fingernails bit into the flesh of his shoulders as he pushed his way into her.

"I'm sorry,” he muttered, clenching his jaw yet again. “You're so tight, Erin.” He pushed farther, inch by inch, until he was almost there. “Open for me, gorgeous,” he murmured and, with a last hard thrust of his hips, he was there. “Christ, you feel good.” He panted, waiting, trying to hold off a bit longer, but it was hopeless. He felt his balls tighten, and he thrust into her once, twice, then his orgasm crashed over him in wave after wave of heat.

She wrapped her legs around him, arched beneath him. He hadn't had time to even think of her, but she was coming anyway, just behind him, crying out as he filled her, poured himself into her.

She panted for breath, arms and legs tight around him, and he almost choked as emotion overwhelmed him. Holy shit.

He rolled to the side, taking her with him, fighting for control of his breath, his heart. What the hell was that?

He'd waited a long time for Erin, watched her every day at work, admired her gentle warmth and patience in long, boring meetings, respected her knowledge and the advice she gave him and others. He'd tried not to drool over her hot body and gorgeous smile, fantasized about her at night (okay, sometimes in his office, too). Was that why the sex had been so insanely hot? Because he'd dreamed about it for so long?

Or was it something more than that? Because he'd never felt touched so deeply, so intensely satisfied, so weak and limp as he did right now.

He stroked a hand over her smooth back, felt her breathing and her heartbeat slow as she recovered.

"I want to do that again,” he told her abruptly. She lifted her head, and her smile almost took his breath away. Wow. She was here in his arms ... or rather, he was here in her bed. Jesus. He swallowed hard.

"But my debt is paid off,” she said, eyes gleaming.

He choked on a laugh. “Hey, wait a minute. How many times did you come just now?"

There was a short silence. With a wicked little smile, she said, “Um. Twice."

"Ha! So we're not exactly even."

"But who's counting? Isn't that what you said?"

"Hmm. I am an accountant."

She laughed. “This could be fun, keeping things even."

He groaned and pushed her head down to his chest. “Just give me few minutes,” he muttered, and she laughed softly and snuggled in against him in a way that felt so perfect and natural and right.

They might have dozed off, at least Dex thought he did, becoming conscious of her soft body pressed against him in a sort of dreamy haze. He stroked his hands down over her back, over her rounded bottom, teasing the crease where cheek joined thigh. She wriggled against him, and he knew she was awake, too.

He continued to stroke her, learning the places that made her twitch and quiver. When he felt the tension rising in her body, he rolled her onto her back. She lay there, long dark hair spread out on the pillow, her velvety eyes big and dark, her mouth swollen, and he just gazed down at her in awe. He cupped a breast, filling his palm with its softness, then rubbed the nipple, loving how it drew up tight and stiff against his hand. Her eyes drifted closed, and he made love to her with his hands and his mouth, kissing her nipples, then taking them between his teeth and carefully tugging, first one then the other.

She whimpered, and her legs twitched on the bed with need. He pulled the covers down so she was bare to him, stroked a hand over her firm tummy, tangled his fingers in the damp, dark curls between her legs. Her legs parted in invitation, and he smiled and moved between them, kneeling there. He pushed her thighs farther apart with gentle hands, revealing her feminine beauty all pink and gleaming wet. “Oh wow,” he breathed. Her eyes blinked open, and she bit her lip, her cheeks pink.

"Dex..."

He met her eyes and smiled. “You are so fucking beautiful, Erin.” He bent his head to inhale her, taste her, the scent of her arousal filling him, making him crazy. He took a long, slow lick, and her body jerked at the touch of his tongue. God, she tasted good. He continued to lick at her, hands on her thighs, then moved in closer to spread her more to him, so he could plunge his tongue inside her and taste her even more deeply. She cried out, writhed on the bed, lifted her hips to him.

He was hungry for her, starved for her, and he ate at her voraciously, found her swollen clit and sucked, licked, ate her. As he felt the sweet tension in her rise, her breathing hitched, and he latched on to her clit and sucked hard, sending her over. God, it was sensational the way she came in his mouth like that, pulsing hot and wet against his tongue. She cried out, whimpered through her release, said his name over and over.

"I love making you come like that,” he whispered as he slid up her body and covered her mouth with his, sharing her taste with her in an erotic kiss that went on and on.

"God, I love it, too,” she moaned, grabbing on to him and holding him tightly against her. “That was intense.” They rolled together, again wound around each other in that perfect fit. Then she sighed. “But now we're really not even."

He chuckled and stroked her hair.

She lifted her head to look at the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was twelve-oh-three.

Dex, too, glanced at the clock then turned back to her. “Merry Christmas, Erin,” he said softly. He touched her hair tenderly. “I wish I had a present for you."

"This is the best present I got this Christmas.” She put her hand on his cheek.

"This?” He lifted a brow. “Hot sex is what you wanted for Christmas?"

She giggled. “Hot sex with you. You're all I wanted, Dex."

"And all I wanted was you.” He put his hand over hers and held it against his face for a moment then wrapped her in his arms, and they slid back under the covers.

The End