Chapter Seven
Alden
Aman could take only so much.
Temptation was one thing, but this was Joy. The only person who could have possibly put a smile on my face this Christmas. “You told me a lot of things you don’t like from those books. What do you like?” I asked.
She sat on my lap, her arms around my neck, the heat of her center exciting every nerve ending in my dick.
“Something that takes all night.” She peppered a line of kisses down from my ear to the stubble of my jaw. “I want Christmas morning to start with a bang.”
I chuckled. “Then let’s take this to the floor in front of the fireplace. How’s that for romance?”
She laughed. “It would be more romantic if your cock was out, to be honest.”
“That might just be a you thing, Joy,” I deadpanned.
She shrugged. “It’s possible.” She hopped off my lap and sat on the rug in front of the fireplace.
I went down to the floor, shoving my coffee table out of the way before putting a hand on either side of her hip and looming over her again.
“Think we’re going to need that much room, huh?”
“A man can dream. First things first.” I grabbed the hem of her thick Christmas sweater and pulled it over her head.
The static electricity crackled over our skin, and her hair stood on end.
It was the most Joy thing that could have happened, but before I could comment, I was distracted by the bare skin I had revealed.
She had on an emerald-green bra with a red bow between her breasts. Against her milky-white skin, in the glowing light of the fire, it was Merry fucking Christmas to me.
I grabbed the waist of her leggings next, yanking them off her legs to reveal matching panties.
“I know you’re not a big fan of Christmas, but—”
“Fucking love Christmas now.” I slid my hands over her soft stomach to cup her heavy breasts. Her nipples pebbled under my touch, and I groaned. I unhooked her bra and slid the straps down her arms before leaning forward to kiss her naked skin.
“You’re overdressed,” she said, even as she leaned back on her elbows and shut her eyes.
I whipped my shirt over my head, but left my pants on. “I need a barrier between your sexy skin and my dick, or I’ll make this a white Christmas way too quickly.”
She snickered, but it turned into a moan when I swept my tongue over her pebbled nipple. Her body was warm. She smelled like sugar and sex, and I wanted to bury my face in her chest and never come out.
But first, I needed to make her come.
I kissed my way down to the band of her panties and tugged at them with my teeth.
“Dirty boy,” she murmured, burying her hands in my hair as I pulled the emerald-green fabric down her thighs and off her feet.
I settled onto my stomach on the rug and took one of her thick thighs in each of my hands. I swiped my tongue over her center, narrowing in on the little bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs and giving it some extra attention.
Joy flopped onto her back, her hands moving from my hair to hold her thighs open. “God, that’s good,” she praised, prompting me to give her sensitive skin a gentle suck.
A pool of precum soaked through my sweats as I worked her over. She let out a little moan, and I couldn’t wait another second. “Protection?” I asked against her skin.
“I’m clean. I’m on the pill,” she said in a daze.
“Me too…clean, I mean.” I looked up at her from between her thighs and raised an eyebrow.
“I trust you. Forget the condom.”
That was all I needed to hear before I was up on my knees, sliding into her intoxicating heat.
I pumped into her, fast and hard, eliciting gasps and moans of pleasure from Joy.
After a half a dozen good thrusts, I pulled out, sank back on my heels to settle between her thighs, and started eating her out again.
She uttered a few not-so-Christmassy curse words as I sucked her clit, the smell of our combined arousal on her skin. As her moans started to get more insistent, I pulled away again.
“Fuck, get back there,” she pouted.
“The wait will be worth it, I promise.” I pulled one of her thighs up and over my shoulder before sliding into her again.
Her eyes rolled back, and she dug her nails into the skin of my back. The new angle was even better than the last, and heat started to build at the base of my spine as I moved. There was only one way I would last with this perfect woman writhing beneath me.
I pulled out again, and she grumbled in protest. The grumble turned to another moan as I went back to feasting on her clit. This time, when her moans became more insistent, I didn’t let up. I nibbled her center as her back bowed and her mouth dropped open.
“Alden, fuck,” she said, her nails biting harder into my skin. I continued to lap at her until her aftershocks started to fade, then pounced back over her again. This time, I pulled each of her thighs over my shoulders.
She let out a higher-pitched moan as I buried myself to the hilt, then I started to move. The pace I set was blistering, faster than I thought I was capable of going. I had one hell of a motivation, and that was to extend her orgasm as long as I could, then fill her with my cum.