by Megan Wade
Right now, it feels like I’m living that story, dreaming that dream. From that first moment I looked up at Jackson, into his cerulean eyes, I knew. God, it sounds bizarre, but I felt it in my bones, in every fiber and molecule of my body. When I heard his voice, his deep rumble hit me deep in my gut. But that first time he’d wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close? I felt that hit me a little further south, in a much happier place.
Sophia Clarke, you hussy, I grin to myself, laughing at the direction of my thoughts. What would Mom say if she ever heard my thoughts? I grin again, wider. She’d tell me to climb Jackson like a tree. Mom always was a nut, I think of her, Dad, and Gran fondly, missing them still, but feeling like maybe the storm and the canceled flight and celebrations were kismet so Jackson and I could meet. I can’t wait to call them up tomorrow morning. Perhaps Jackson can meet them on FaceTime? Gosh, I’d love that. The man I love meeting my parents…
My breath hitches. The man I love. There, I’ve said it. I love Jackson. I love him.
To my surprise, I feel warm tears rolling down my cheeks, and suddenly, all that I’m feeling is the full force of my love for this man. The complete disbelief that this man—this gorgeous, sexy, and perfect man—is mine, and I am his. I never believed in miracles before now, but this sure feels like one. The girl who never had a boyfriend meets her soulmate in a seedy diner on Christmas Eve. We could literally be the plot of a Hallmark Christmas movie!
I lie there in his arms, let his solid strength seep into me, and soon, I realize that I no longer feel overwhelmed by what this is. All I feel is a warmth that seeps into every nook and cranny of my body, a warmth that Jackson, even in his sleep, manages to make me feel. Safe. Protected. Loved.
For what seems like the hundredth time this evening, I find myself thinking of just how lucky I am to have met Jackson. God, he’s special, so beautiful; so insanely attractive that I can hardly think straight. I can hardly believe he’s mine.
Mine. And tomorrow, he’ll be mine in every possible way.
I struggle to make myself relax enough to sleep. I can’t help but feel every inch of him pressing up against my back and another shiver passes through me, this time, a completely different kind of shiver, one of excitement and awareness. I can feel him, down there, his hard length rigid and hot, straining against his boxers and pressing against my butt. Every nerve in my body is tingling, and I find myself getting aroused.
His big hands are splayed across my belly protectively, the crook of his thumb curved just under my breasts. His hold is warm and solid, just like every other part of him.
It takes everything I have not to turn around, grab his beautiful head, and pull his mouth to mine. God knows, I have no idea what I’d be doing, but hopefully, he’d take over and…. My body thrums, taut with need. Every breath that Jackson takes reverberates somewhere deep in me and I feel his hot breath against my neck.
Unconsciously, I press closer still and feel him hard and flush against me again. I let out a small moan.
“Sugar, you grinding that sweet ass against my cock is going to get you spanked.” His voice is thick with sleep, and I can’t help it, I turn around to face him. This is probably not wise, seeing as how it brings me up front and closer. He groans, and grabbing my butt, he drags me flush against him. I can feel every inch of his manhood, rigid and throbbing against my own heat, separated by nothing but thin fabric. I let out a gasp, or it might be a moan. I can’t tell, but holy hell. He is big.
“Jackson, I—”
“Minx.” He growls and presses a hard kiss to my mouth before he moves his hips back and forth, his length sliding right against my heat until I…well, I come embarrassingly fast, actually. He groans.
“Oh, God! I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be. It’s a compliment.” He chuckles as he kisses me softly. “Just give me a minute. I’m going to get rid of these boxers.”
“Oh! Did you?”
“No. I’m saving that to put inside you in the morning. But you came good and proper, sugar.”
“I see. That’s…that’s normal, right?”
“Yes, sweetness.” He slides from the bed and whips his boxers down his legs. “Why don’t you get rid of your bra while we’re at it?”
“OK,” I say, sitting up and reaching behind my back as I try to make out the shape of his erection in the darkened room. I don’t get to see much, but once he gets back into the bed and curls up behind me, I feel it practically wedge between my ass cheeks. How am I supposed to sleep with that turning me on all night?
“Sleep, my Sophia,” he croons, burying his face into my neck and lightly nipping the soft flesh of my throat. “Santa won’t come if you don’t go to sleep.”
“Are you Santa?”
I can feel him smile against me. “Maybe. Just maybe. Now do me a favor and close your eyes and lie still. If you do that wriggle thing again, I’m likely to shoot my load up your back, and that would be a waste.”
I can’t help the hot flush that creeps up my face at his words, but I close my eyes shut, burying my face into the pillow and this time, with Jackson rubbing slow circles along the curve of my breast, I somehow manage to fall asleep.
JACKSON
T he first thing I see when I wake up in the morning is the delicate curve of Sophia’s shoulder, her beautiful red curls glinting like fire as a sliver of sun slips through the folds of the drapes. I lie there, feeling her curled into me, her soft curves against my chest. My arm lies casually draped across her lush waist, my open palm cupping her soft breast, something I obviously did in my sleep.
Molten warmth floods through me, and I want nothing more than to lie here forever with Sophia in my arms, warm and pliant. Christmas morning has never felt sweeter.
Christmas morning. I grin to myself, thinking it’s high time I unwrap my present.
Leaning closer, I press a trail of soft, warm kisses along the curve of her neck, and when I reach her ear, I gently nip it before placing a kiss in the hollow behind it. She stirs, her body slowly rousing to my kisses.
“Wake up, sugar,” I whisper as I continue to pepper kisses along her neck and jaw. “It’s Christmas morning, Sophia.”
“Hmmm. Time for your present.” Her voice is raspy, thick with sleep, and it’s easily the best thing I’ve ever heard.
“Good morning.” I pause to smile down at her, to take in her lovely face before I turn her around to face me.
“Good morning.” She grins back, and I cup her cheek and pull her up for a kiss, deepening it as her body stretches against mine. Her hands come up to hold me, but before she can, I circle mine around her wrists, pushing them up and over her head, before I shift my weight over hers, and she freely opens her legs for me.
“Mmm. It feels like my sugar is ready for me.” I moan as her hips instinctively buck and grind against my Christmas morning wood—not that it’s gone down since the moment I first saw her. To say I ache is an understatement.
“I’m so ready, Jackson. Please don’t make me wait much longer.”
I shift my hips slightly and close my eyes, loving the sensation of her slick sex rubbing against my hard shaft. She moans to show she’s enjoying it too as I keep the friction going when I bend forward. My hands still hold her wrists, keeping her gorgeous breasts exposed and available to me. I drag my teeth lightly over her nipples, teasing her, before kissing a trail of wet, hot kisses across her chest, from one mound to the other.
“Jackson,” she urges, arching her back as her nipples pucker. “I need you to kiss me.”
“Gladly.” Grinning, I shift up her body and press a chaste peck on her pouting lips, grinding myself a little firmer against her before I pull back and watch her writhe and whimper under me.
“Jackson,” she cries. “Please, don’t tease me.”
“Oh, you want me to kiss you here?” I bend down and finally take her sweet nipple into my mouth, sucking the hard peaks, rolling my tongue around them and pulling them back between my tee
th.
“Oh, God! Yes!” She nearly arches off the bed, her movement against me becoming more frantic as I continue to suck, lick and nip her. I’m going to blow if this keeps up.
Shifting to the side so my dick presses into her thigh, I release one of her wrists and reach down between her legs. I dip a finger between her folds, loving how silken wet she is with need. As I lazily rub her clit, she moans, and I release her nipple with a pop before I trail my finger down to her entrance, watching her expression as I tease her opening, entering just a little before I pull my fingers out again and slide back up to her clit.
Not taking my eyes away from her face, I repeat the process, inserting my fingers in a little deeper each time. By the time I’m inside her to my knuckles, she’s rocking against my hand like the sex goddess I want her to be, taking her pleasure from me while teaching me the rhythm she prefers. I’m so in love with this beautiful creature I’ve been blessed with.
The realization hits me just as she comes, her perfect mouth forming an O as her body tightens then releases, her clit pulsing against my thumb as my fingers curl in deep. I love her.
“Please tell me you get your turn now,” she gasps. “That’s four for four, and while I’m not complaining, I really want number five to be with you.”
Leaning in, I kiss those sweet lips of hers with all the passion I’m feeling inside, my tongue tasting and teasing while I breathe her in and try in some way to pour my emotion back into her. “Sophia.” Reaching between us, I wrap my hand around my shaft, feeling just how hard it is as I circle it around the slick wetness of her opening. “Are you sure about this?” I nearly come as soon as her heat coats my head.
“Positive. Please, Jackson. I’m so ready for you.”
“You’re soaking wet, sugar.” I groan, gently massaging her clit with my head, rubbing her juices around, getting her ready. I guide my cock up and down her lips, parting them and teasing, nudging her entrance. I can feel her hips bucking, wanting me, wanting my cock in her, but I hold back.
“Sugar, I want you to come for me again. One more time before I take you,” I pant, dragging my cock over her clit, rubbing harder. It takes everything I have not to come all over her. I need to wait, I remind myself. When I come, it will be inside her, and my seed will fill her womb as she climaxes with me.
“Please, Jackson, just come inside me. I need you to fill me,” she whimpers, her head pressed into the side of the pillow, her face flushed with need.
“Come for me, sugar. Once more. It’ll make it much easier for you to take me inside you,” I promise as I bend down and nip her hard bud, pulling her nipple into my mouth once more. That’s all it takes, and Sophia cries out as another climax hits her. I feel a hot flood of liquid against my cock, and I keep rubbing myself against her, my cock now drenched with her juices. I love her.
“Oh, God! Jackson! Please. I’m begging. Please make love to me. I need you.”
“I need you too, sugar,” I murmur as I kiss her soft and deep as I position myself at her entrance, teasing my way in until my head is buried inside her tight heat. “God, Sophia, you’re so hot.” Her entrance pulsates, and I grunt, her wetness pulling me in. “So tight.”
“Jackson, please, baby. Take me, now.” She nearly sobs, her hips arching up, trying to take me inside her. Deeper.
“You’re mine, Sophia. Mine for always. You get that?” I urge her to look up at me.
She nods, her face a glorious pink from the exertion of her orgasm.
“Say it out loud,” I growl.
“I’m yours, Jackson. Only yours,” she gasps as I slowly grind my hips into her, sinking inside her a little more.
“And I’m the only man you will ever have inside you.”
“The only one. Ever.”
I push in a little more.
“I’ll be your first, Sophia, and I’ll also be your last.”
“Yes!”
“This…” I indicate, pushing myself into her snug heat until I’m halfway seated. She gasps and cries out. “Is only mine. Always.”
“Always,” she echoes, her breath hissing through her teeth as her hips thrust up and down, instinctively drawing me in. “Please, Jackson. I can’t stand it anymore. Take me, make love to me.”
“Merry Christmas, sugar.” Bending down, I capture her mouth in mine and swallow her loud moan as I plunge inside her, burying myself to the hilt and making her mine.
SOPHIA
I try to breathe and relax as Jackson enters, his long, thick cock stretching me until my head falls back and my eyes close as every tantalizing inch teases its way in until I’m completely and utterly full. Due to his size, I’d been worried he might not fit, but it’s like I’m made for him, my body adjusting around his manly girth. Still, that adjustment period burns momentarily.
“I know it hurts, sugar,” he murmurs against my open mouth, kissing the edge of my lips soothingly. “But the pain will subside, and it won’t hurt at all next time.”
“It’s OK.” He pushes up on his hands, and I look into his eyes, finding concern in his bright blue orbs. “I’m OK. It only burns a little. Mostly, it feels really good.” I smile up at him, feeling closer to him than I ever thought possible. I’ve never felt this full in my life. But also, I’ve never felt this…right. This union of our bodies, it feels beautiful. We’re a perfect fit.
“I don’t think I’ve seen anything more beautiful than you in this moment, Sophia, wearing nothing but that blush with me buried deep inside you.”
At his words, the same overwhelming feeling I had last night floods my senses, and my throat tightens. God, can this man be more amazing? To think that less than twenty-four hours ago, I’d been cursing my luck for the bad weather, forcing me to stay in Boston, away from my family on Christmas. Who would have thought that being at that diner last night would change my life? Who would have thought that less than twelve hours after meeting this beautiful man, I’d fall so completely in love with him and be made love to so thoroughly and passionately?
“Oh, Jackson.” I reach up to kiss him, but gasp as the movement suddenly causes him to shift inside me. A feeling of sheer heat, of liquid pleasure seeps through me at the friction. Above me, Jackson groans.
“Hold still, sugar,” he pleads. “I’m trying really hard to hold on to my control here. But you’re so tight that you simply breathing makes me want to fuck you hard and fast so I can fill you up with my seed.”
“I don’t mind.” I run my nails gently over his bare, muscular shoulders.
“God, Sophia, you’re killing me here. I want to be gentle with you this first time.” As he speaks, a small bead of sweat forms on his forehead from the level of restraint he’s exhibiting.
“Jackson.” An overwhelming need for friction causes me to shift my hips. I want to ease that sense of fullness and feel him slide in and out of me, to feel him take me. “Oh, my god.”
“Sophia,” he groans. “Sugar, I need—”
“Jackson, move.” I gasp, still feeling that pleasurable tightness of him stretching me. “I need you to move. Now. You have to…”
Needing no further instruction, Jackson slowly drags himself out until only the tip of his shaft is still inside me. I cry out from the loss, but then he slides back in, and I’m moaning over the sudden wave of pleasure the friction provides.
“My god,” he rasps. “I’m not going to last long here.”
“I don’t care, Jackson. Just keep moving. Please.”
His pace is slow at first, and I raise my hips, automatically meeting his thrusts. It’s all I can do not to weep at the sheer bliss of this act, and the emotion connected to it. No wonder this is called making love, because it’s exactly how it feels. Like love. I love him.
“Sophia.” His voice strains as he picks up the pace, his breathing is heavy. “You feel so fucking good wrapped around my dick.” Shifting back, he hooks an arm beneath my knee then tosses my leg over his shoulder, deepening his thrusts and moving faster and faste
r. My entire body rocks at the movement.
Something wonderful and delicious furls inside me, more intense and pleasurable than any orgasm he’s already given me.
“Jackson,” I gasp, my breasts bouncing each time our hips meet. “I think I’m going to come.”
He reaches forward and cups my face in his palm, dragging his thumb against my lips. I press a kiss to the pad of his thumb, then he pushes it inside my mouth, and I lave my tongue over the pad—the act causing him to groan while my insides clench.
“You’re so fucking hot, sugar.” He pulls his thumb from my mouth and drags his fingers down my torso until he’s gripping the side of my hip. “Hold on tight.” He pulls back and thrusts in hard and fast.
“Holy—”
“Come for me, Sophia.”
“Are you nearly…?” I trail off, struggling to maintain focus as his eyes snap to mine.
“Now, sugar.”
“But, what about you?”
“My Sophia always comes first,” he growls, and those words, sweet yet so damn sexy, drive me over the edge as the pleasure overwhelms me, and I burst from within.
“Jackson!” I scream up to the sky as his thrusts quicken and he slams himself in harder, faster, harder, faster. Then all of a sudden, he shucks my leg from his shoulder and leans in, kissing me hard and sensually as he groans out his release, his buried cock pulsing inside me, hot and beautiful.
The kiss slows and becomes languid, and it takes a while before I can think, or even breathe. Jackson drops his forehead to mine, breaking apart the kiss as we suck in some much-needed air. His weight on me is warm and solid, his breathing ragged.
“This is definitely the greatest Christmas morning I’ve ever experienced.” He chuckles as he presses a soft kiss to my mouth and begins to pull away. I grab the round curves of his butt and pull him back to me.