Chapter 14
Robin
He stroked a lock of hair off my forehead. “It’s after midnight. Merry Christmas, Robin.” Then Levi kissed my bare shoulder, nipping it with his teeth. “You are so fucking beautiful I almost can’t stand it.”
He shifted me onto my back and looped a finger around my bra, tugging it down. “Take off your bra for me. I want to see all of you.”
Feeling as shy as I’d ever felt in my life, I unclasped the bra and tossed it aside. Now I was completely naked in front of him.
“My God, you’re gorgeous,” he rumbled before leaning forward and flicking my nipple with his tongue.
“Oh!” A whole world of electricity lit me up inside.
He chuckled. Then he wrapped his lips around it and sucked. An orchestra of sensations flooded through me.
He chuckled again as I moaned and writhed my hips against him.
“You seem ready for a virgin. I thought you were going to take some warming up.”
“I’m warmed up. You already warmed me up in the living room,” I managed to squeak. All I felt was a furnace in my core.
“Naw. Not yet. I’ve got something that will really warm you up.”
“Why are you such a tease?!” I blurted out, desperate for the friction of his mouth on my body again.
He chuckled at that and blew on my skin as he shifted lower past my belly.
Burying his head in my pussy, he inhaled deeply then growled, “You smell delicious, Robin.”
He spread my legs and kissed me, parting my lips with his tongue.
The first lap of his tongue sent shockwaves through me. I groaned and lifted my hips closer to him, desperate for more.
He laughed at my response and then lapped my pussy until I was a writhing, screaming mess. I swear the dogs were probably scared. They both ran out of the bedroom and didn’t come back until my moaning was done.
I had a giant hunk of a mountain man with his head buried between my legs showing me things my vibrator had never managed to do.
As I got closer to coming, he slipped two of his thick fingers back inside me, setting up a gentle thrust while he sucked on my clit.
My back arched, and I almost felt like I was floating outside my body, lost in a wave of hunger.
I tensed so tight, then erupted in a rush of pleasure, my slick walls tightening around him as he pumped his fingers faster and faster.
Afterward, I lay there while endorphins pumped through me for the second time tonight, a sensation I’d never felt before today. It made the orgasms I’d given myself before this feel like weakgasms.
Now that I’d experienced the real thing, I could never go back.
“That was… that was…” The words trailed off as I struggled to catch my breath.
My heart was galloping in my chest as he slowly crawled up me.
“Did you like that, Robin?”
I laughed a little hysterically.
Then he rumbled, “You want to know what else Santa has for you?”
“Uh-huh,” I managed to squeak out. My ability to speak had been compromised, my words stolen by a strong mountain man.
He nuzzled my neck, then whispered, “Are you sure you’re ready for this? And you want it with me?”
“I do. I do.”
His nuzzles turned to kisses as he unzipped the front of his Santa pants.
This was really happening. At thirty-one years old, I was finally going to get laid. And it was going to be with an older, sexy mountain stud in a Santa costume. I couldn’t imagine anything more perfect.
I laughed, the sound drying up the second I felt something hard and hungry pressed up against my pussy.
“You’re sure?” he asked again.
How could I convince him? “I’ve never wanted anyone more in my entire life,” I whispered as I pulsed my hips towards him.
He groaned, and I could tell it was with pleasure and not pain. “All right then. Here’s your Christmas gift, Robin Merryweather.”
The tip of his cock slid up and down my slickness, my body desperate to feel him inside me, to finally know what it was people talked about.
“It might hurt a little,” he rumbled as he shifted himself into me. An inch, and then another, and another, filling me so tight I didn’t think I could hold all of him.
It was right then that I remembered how big he’d looked in his underwear when I’d seen him chopping wood. This man must have a cock that was bigger than average.
“Is it going to fit? I don’t know that it fits,” I asked in a tiny panic.
“Mm, it fits, Robin. It’s definitely going to fit. Should we find out?” he asked, but this time his question was rhetorical because he slid the rest of himself inside me, then growled, “Look at that, hon. It fits.” He grunted and flexed his hips, driving himself in the final inch.
I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t do anything.
There was a sharp pinch of pain, but it was all mixed up with the hunger roaring inside me, blending together until it felt gooood.
“You’re not too big for me?”
He chuckled, his breath tickling my ear. “I can assure you I’m not too big, hon. Let me show you if you’re ready.”
“Uh, I think I’m ready,” I told him as I gripped his Santa coat in my hands. My heart was hammering in my chest.
Ever so slowly, and more gently than I’d expected, he slid himself slowly almost all the way out, and then reversed course, filling me completely.
“Oh, that feels…”
“Does that feel good?” he drawled in a low, sexy voice. “Does my sweet little Robin like this?”
“Yeah,” I whispered out.
He pulsed his hips slowly, a tiny movement with a seismic effect. Then his movements grew bigger, stronger, harder, until I was swept up in a storm of heat and need.
I bucked my hips against him, clumsily at first, then more smoothly as I discovered his rhythm. We were two connected creatures, joined into one, lost in the pleasure of what nature had given us.
It was then that he tipped my chin up and kissed me, at the same time that his hips pistoned forward and back, plunging him deep inside me over and over again.
I got lost in this man. And it was as we kissed that I came again, my body fluttering around him as I cried out in tiny little squeaks.
“Oh, Robin. Where did you come from? How did you land in my life?” he asked as his movements became less controlled, his breathing ragged.
I could feel his heart pounding in his chest, joining the beat of my own. And suddenly all I wanted was him. The Santa costume had to go.
Pulling at the buttons, I managed to get his coat half-undone before he realized what I was trying to do. He ripped it open and shrugged out of it, throwing it to the ground. Then he tugged the flannel he was wearing underneath it off, tossing it aside.
And now we were skin on skin. Sweat mingled between us as he pumped himself into me, a hunger in him that was just as strong as mine.
“Stay with me, Robin. Stay with me,” he growled out as he gave one last thrust, harder than the others. Then another one. And another one. His groan filled the entire cabin as he came.
I could feel the hot liquid of his seed deep inside me, mingling with my juices as I tried to wrap my mind around what he’d just said.
He collapsed down on top of me, his heart racing as he held me tight, tighter than I’d ever been held in my life. As though he were afraid I might vanish like a Christmas mirage.
Delicately, I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close.
There were no words needed. We both knew our lives had just changed forever.
Whatever happened next, I knew it would be the biggest adventure of my entire life.