Chapter 11
Levi
Her lips parted, looking absolutely kissable. But whatever questions were on the tip of her tongue never made it out of her mouth.
I could tell Robin was feeling shy.
Honestly, I wouldn’t have approached it this way if she hadn’t.
I would have led her to my bedroom and held her all night long. Then made sweet love to her on Christmas morning while snow carpeted the forest outside my cabin, and the quiet hush of winter surrounded us.
But this was good, too. There was something about her inexperience that was revving my engines. And she was the one who’d said she wanted Santa to give her a special gift.
So I settled back against the couch and patted my lap again. “Come on, girl. Santa won’t bite unless you want him to.”
Robin looked up at me with wide eyes, all of her feelings written clearly on her face. “Right here?”
“Yeah.”
Timidly, she slid over and sat on my lap.
“I don’t know how to do this.”
It seemed to me that she was doing everything right.
“You’re fine, Robin,” I rumbled as my arms settled around her, one hand landing at the top of her candy cane stocking. My thumb brushed the bare skin of her thigh, and she gasped, then laughed.
She licked her lips nervously. “I’ve never been a good flirt. I’m not sexy.”
“I beg to differ. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.”
My thumb drifted along her thigh, skimming the hem of her flippy velvet skirt, and she gasped again.
“Was that too much?”
“No. I’m just… not used to feeling a man’s touch. That’s all.”
I didn’t know how a woman could make it through her twenties with her virginity intact. Hell, before the day my life changed, I’d been a regular fuck machine. It had been one of my favorite pleasures in life. Even higher on my list of life’s many wonders than going mudding with the guys.
I’d thought I’d put those pleasures aside. Instead, I was the lucky fuck who got to teach them to Robin.
My cock, which had already been raging hard since the moment she sat on my lap, strained against my Santa costume.
I ripped the fake beard off, then inched my thumb higher along her thigh.
Her gasp was tinier this time, so I let my hand wander.
As slow as molasses but always higher. Higher. Higher.
Until I hit something warm and wet and Robin trembled in my arms.
My God, she wants this as bad as I do.
I caressed her pussy with soft, slow strokes. Just warming her up to the idea of being so intimate with her.
“Have you been a good girl this year, Robin?”
She soundlessly nodded her head and shifted in my lap, parting her legs wider.
“Do you want a special gift from Santa?”
Robin nodded again, a tiny whimper escaping past her lips as I stroked her other lips.
Using the tips of two fingers, I slowly swirled my touch across her clit. That’s when her eyes hooded over and her gorgeous mouth parted.
She was in a state of need, but also timid as a stray cat that had never seen a person before.
All I wanted was to make her feel safe.
My protector instinct kicked in, thinking about what had led us to this moment.
What if she’d answered another man’s letter instead of mine?
Would they have treated her the right way? The way she deserved?
Robin was too trusting. She shouldn’t be doing this with me. We’d known each other for less than a day. But that didn’t stop me from slipping my hand from her clit to her entrance, a thick finger working its way into her warm wetness.
“You shouldn’t wander onto a stranger’s property, Robin. You never know who you’re going to find.”
After a moment of hesitation, she’d warmed up to me, a tiny pulse of her hips matching the movement of my finger.
She was completely slicked up and ready for me. The woman was dripping.
Feeling how wet she was made me feel crazy inside. And I knew without a doubt that I could come just from doing this.
A tiny moan popped out of her mouth, followed by another, and I knew she was caught in the heat of our moment. The fireplace wasn’t the only thing burning up in this room right now.
I wanted to brand her, mark her as mine, so no one ever looked at her again, let alone touched her.
Robin was mine.
I pulled my finger out and sucked her juices off it, savoring her taste.
Then amped things up, adding a second thick digit to the mix.
Her eyes widened as I made new, wider strokes, filling her tight pussy.
“Just getting you used to what the real thing will be like,” I rumbled.
Robin’s cheeks were flushed and the silky top she was wearing showed the outline of her taut nipples through the thin fabric.
It was time to make my woman come.
All my teasing was over now, and I thrust my fingers in and out while my thumb rubbed against her clit.
It didn’t take long for her to climax after that.
I watched closely as her moans grew louder, her hips shifting in tandem with the rhythm of my touch.
Her face was like pure magic as she came, a look of sheer desire staring back at me as her pussy clamped tight around my fingers, walls shuddering as she peaked and released.
My fingers were drenched with her juices as I sucked the taste of her off them.
“Now, it’s time to give Santa something special, too,” I growled out as I picked her up and carried her to my bedroom.
She slung her arms around my neck and let me carry her straight to my bed. Her heart was beating a thousand miles an hour, and I knew she was still dazed from her orgasm. But my cock didn’t want to wait any longer.
I needed her now.