“Merry Christmas, Amelia.”
“Merry Christmas, Adam,” I whisper back, clinking my glass to his and taking a sip.
The tart taste has me humming in pleasure, and I notice there’s a bowl of strawberries on the floor in front of the tree and some melted white chocolate. I gasp at the sight of the late-night picnic he has set up, and he looks up and smiles at me, one of those heart-stopping, panty-melting smiles. Lowering myself to the floor, I take a seat on the rug in front of the tree. The twinkling lights, the crackling of the fire, and the man in front of me have me mesmerized. This is the epitome of the festive season.
Sitting opposite me, Adam dips a strawberry into the chocolate, before taking a bite and moaning at the taste. I find myself mesmerized by his mouth. He dips another into the chocolate before offering me a bite. Leaning forward, I don’t break eye contact as I bite into the juicy fruit, enjoying the sweet taste as it hits my tongue. When I pull back, swiping my tongue over my bottom lip to catch the juice before it runs down my chin, I don’t miss how his eyes darken at the sight. Nor how he reaches behind him. He pulls out a small sprig of holly, and I’m momentarily confused. But then he dips the red berries into the white chocolate and pulls it out with a satisfied expression on his face.
“I didn’t have any mistletoe, so I had to improvise,” he says as he lifts his makeshift mistletoe above our heads and shoots me a disarming smile before leaning in. My heart swells at the sweet gesture, and I close the distance between us and press my lips to his. He tastes of chocolate and champagne and Adam. I’m addicted. One taste will never be enough. Opening my mouth to deepen the kiss, he has the same idea and slips his tongue inside. My hand slips into his soft hair, and I pull him closer, needing to devour every ounce of him.
Pulling back to take a breath, I smile when I see the same lust reflecting in his eyes. Lifting a finger to run it across my swollen lips, I watch as he follows the movement with a hunger that has heat pulsing through my veins.
“I’ve thought about doing that all night,” he admits breathlessly, tangling his fingers into my hair and pulling me closer.
“It’s all I can think about when you’re around.” And when you’re not.
“Well, I’m here now, so why don’t we make up for lost time?” That killer smile is back, and it is melting my panties as his lips descend onto mine again with reckless abandon.
Merry Christmas to me.
5
Adam
If this is Christmas, I could get used to celebrating every damn year.
Hell, I’d celebrate it every fucking day if it meant I got to taste her every time. The thought jars me, given how the barmaid’s slip had me thinking about all the reasons letting go around her might be a bad idea. Maybe I can’t do commitment, but her friend’s right—we’re only here for a limited time. We’ll never see each other again after we leave…
Where’s the harm in that?
Swiping her tongue over mine, Amelia hums, her hands combing deeper into my hair as I drop the holly to the side and close my hands around her waist, tugging her between my legs, flush to me.
There isn’t. There can’t be.
Even if there is, I can’t stop now. There’s no going back. I don’t know how she does it, but Amelia has a way of making me forget myself. When she’s near me, the only thing I can think about is her…and everything I want to do to her. All the ways I want to taste her and every inch of skin I want to acquaint myself with. Consequences and rules be damned.
Tugging at the hem of her nightshirt, I fist it, twisting it while Amelia moans into my mouth. Her hands cup my nape, fingers knotting in my hair, twisting and pulling until with a low growl she has to lift her arms so I can rid her of her pajamas. The sight of her bare tits has my dick throbbing in my pants.
“Seems a bit early for presents, don’t you think?” she pants, unbuttoning the top of my shirt before yanking it off me like I did her sleepwear.
“Fuck it,” I groan, leaning forward to suck a light peachy nipple into my mouth. The nub is so hard that I can’t resist the urge to bite and roll it between my teeth to her hoarse whimper.
“No…” Shaking her head, she grapples at my shoulders while I work her nude and red lace-covered pussy over the bulge in my pants. “No…”
Releasing her nipple with a pop, I find her half-lidded stare. “No?”
“Fuck me, Adam.”
Jesus, gone is the dreamer from dinner that could barely look at me because of some errant remark the barmaid let slip. And Amelia, the forward and confident woman, is back. They’re each as beguiling as the other. But confidence looks sublime on her. It makes her even more astonishing. It also does things to me that have my control slipping.
“Sweetheart,” I grit out as she works my belt loose and pants open while I nip up the column of her neck to her ear. “I’m going to fuck you in ways that will make angels sing.”
Before she can retort, I lower myself to the floor, dragging her up my body until she’s straddling my face. It feels like I’ve waited an eternity to taste her, and now that I finally have her where I want her, I’m not going to waste time being cute and tame. She told her friend she wanted me to fuck her in every which way, and I’m going to make sure she’s so thoroughly fucked, she won’t remember her name. It’s what I do—I deliver.
“Move, Amelia!” I slap her ass, making her jerk as I pull her thong to the side with my other hand and swipe my tongue from the bottom of her slit to her clit. “I want you ride my face as I fuck you with my tongue.”
Impressively she follows my command with as much wanton abandon as I made it. Working my pants and underwear down, I continue devouring her pussy, until I can roughly push and kick the rest of my clothes off with my feet. Throaty groans fill the air as she begins to tremble over me, arms bracing her over my body as she claws at my thighs.
“You taste so fucking good,” I tell her as I swallow down her juices and spit the water that pools immediately in my mouth at her glistening flesh. “Better than anything I’ve ever had.” I blow over her pussy to a strangled cry.
With one more swipe and a graze of my teeth on her clit, Amelia comes with a guttural groan that echoes arounds us as I lift her back down my body. I turn her around when she’s kneeling between my open legs, panting and begging for more, begging me to make her come on my cock.
Grabbing my jeans, I take my wallet from one of the pockets and shake it out.
Shit. No!
“I don’t have a—”
“It doesn’t matter,” she blusters impatiently. “I’m clean. Are you?”
“That’s not the—”
“I’m on the pill,” she tells me, grabbing my wallet and throwing it to the side before grasping my ass and teasing her cunt closer to my erection.
There’s nothing I can do to stop myself from grasping my dick and guiding it to her wet entrance.
I’ve lost my mind. I’m a no glove, no love kind of guy, but the need to be inside her overrules every last murmur of reason and sense I possess. With her I just want and need.
“Holy fu–aah…” she stutters, holding herself open as I guide my cock into her wet pussy.
The deeper I push inside her, pressing her to me with a hand at the base of her belly, the more garbled her cry becomes, fading into a long drawn-out moan that makes every muscle coil tighter with the need to make her mine. Even if only for tonight. One night.
“Adam.” My name leaves her lips like a hymn as I bottom out inside her, her pussy clenching around me so tight that I can’t hold back.
Edging out to the tip, I press back in, faster this time. Repeating again and again. Building up the tempo until all that’s echoing around us are her groans and the sound of our skin and flesh slapping together.
“You feel so fucking good…so tight,” I groan, smacking the side of her ass to a yelp as I hold deep, stilling inside her cunt while it squeezes around me so hard that if I don’t pull out, I might blow inside her right now.
“Don’t stop…don’t…please…please! Adam,” Amelia grits out in frustration, searching out my dick with her pussy when I slap her hand away.
Twisting my hand in her thong, I kneel behind her, pulling her into place in front of me while I take in the sinuous curve of her body, the naturally exaggerated cinch of her waist that flares perfectly to her plump ass.
“You feel so good inside me.” Gasping, she rolls off her thong while tilting back to kiss me.
Her tongue licks over my lips with a shuddering breath. All I feel is her warmth, and it’s incredible how good her skin feels over mine. How perfectly her body fits with mine as I wrap my arms around her, my hands cupping her supple breasts while she writhes on me.
“Spread your knees,” I instruct, nudging them apart with one of mine. “Put your hands on the floor.”
Doing as I’ve told her, Amelia peeks up at me over her shoulder, breath hitching with a roll of her lips while I stroke her ass. I thrust between the toned globes to her gasps for air. She’s so wet that her arousal drips down my balls.
“Brace yourself, spitfire.” I slip my dick down her crease, my thumb following over my tip. A hum escapes her when it glides over her asshole, and as I round the puckered flesh again, inching inside her slowly, she groans with her head falling forward between her braced arms. “Like that?”
“Mmm…” she whimpers, pushing back.
I watch myself sink into her pussy, inch by inch while her entire body shudders and her breaths quicken, and all I can think is how I’ve never met anyone like her. I’ve never had anyone like Amelia Harding. She’s beautiful and sexy. There’s never been anyone like her in my life—so happy and full of fire. So contagious. No one has ever made me want to let go as she does.
“Oh my God,” a muffled cry rumbles through her body when I bottom out. “So, so deep…”
Not deep enough. I want her so fucking much…so badly. I want to get under her skin as deep as she’s gotten under mine. There’s a hunger inside me that keeps clawing for more of her. More laughs. More touches. More glances. Every part of me is ravenous for every part of her. I’ve never starved for anything in my life as I am for her right now.
Edging out, I work my thumb past the tight pucker of her ass to Amelia’s low, drawn-out cry. Before I can pace myself, she’s pushing back. Impaling herself on my cock. Over and over. Shudder after shudder. Clench upon clench.
“You’re so damn tight, Amelia.”
“You’re so fucking big,” she chokes out in reply as I pick up the pace.
I bottom out thrust after thrust until her chest is pressed to the rug and her legs are struggling to hold her up. Her asshole squeezes around my thumb while her slick cunt spasms around me.
“More. Oh my God. Adam. More. Oh God. I need…fuck…fuuu—”
“You’re going to come for me, spitfire, and I’m going to feel every last quiver of your body as you do.” Grasping one side of her hips, I fuck her harder until all her words disintegrate into jamming breaths and pleasured cries.
I’m so fucking entranced that I can’t stop myself from fucking her through her orgasm. Her body judders as she collapses, spent and gasping as I turn her onto her back and brace myself over her sweat-slicked and pleasure-flushed body. I kiss her bite-bruised lips as she comes back to me.
“How are you still going?” Amelia marvels, eyes widening as I lean up to pull her ass flush to my thighs.
“’Cause I’m not done. I want one more before I am.”
Fisting my cock, she licks her lips while tracing up my body with her gaze. “Before you are…”
“You’re going to come at least once more,” I tell her, tapping her clit with the tip of my dick before pushing it through her dripping pussy to her entrance. “Then it’s my turn.”
“Fuck,” she whines, head tipping back, eyes closing as I guide myself inside her once more. “Again?”
“You got a problem with that?” I thrust hard and as deep as I can to her muted reply and the shake of her head while her hands claw at my thighs.
I know I’m not going to last much longer, but she is going to come again. I want to see her come apart for me. To look into her eyes and watch as I make her lose her senses as surely as she’s making me lose mine. More so, I want to be the only thing she sees when the world falls away.
It doesn’t take long for her orgasm to catch. The harder I fuck her, the louder she moans. The harder her cunt pulses, the more it pulls me deeper until we’re both groaning. Our pleasure borders on pain, and neither of us stop. She’s got me with those beautiful eyes that beckon me to get closer.
Bracing myself over her, I devour every breath. Stealing it. Drinking it down with my kiss as she bucks as hard and fast into me as I am rutting into her. There’s nothing sweet or savored. It’s pure lust and desperation. I’m completely blindsided by her mirrored need.
“Adam…Adam…” Amelia cups my face, holding me prisoner even as her entire body convulses beneath me.
Teeth bite down on my lip as I work every last quake and shiver of her pleasure right out of her.
A smile curves her lips as the shock waves of her orgasm ease, and before I can lift off her, she pulls me back in for another kiss, tongue licking over mine with a hum while her fingers tangle in my hair.
“Your turn, Mr. Grinch,” she murmurs with a soft chuckle as I kiss down her neck to her collarbone and the valley of her tits, nipping teasingly at each mound of tender flesh.
“My turn.”
I suck a nipple into my mouth so hard that when I lift off her, it pops out of it to her strangled mewl. A grin pulls at my lips while my heart starts beating faster at the sight of the reddening mark on her creamy skin. Pleasure seeps deeper into me when she glances down and gnaws at her lip while her finger traces the gorgeous blemish.
Watching her finger her nipples, I hold her thighs open wide as I begin thrusting into her again. Grasping one with both hands, I use her body to fuck myself. Faster and faster as her toes curl on my chest. With my dick hardening to the point of pain and my balls drawing tight, I pull out. I stroke myself as Amelia braces up on her elbows to watch, tongue licking over her lips as her breaths quicken with mine. The minute she cups my balls, squeezing, I come harder than ever before. Everything inside, every part of me, twists tight as ropes of cum spurt across her body and over her tits.
I can barely hold myself up when she thumbs the beads on her nipples, bringing it to her mouth and sucking it clean.
Holy fuck! It’s the hottest thing ever, watching her lick her digit clean, her eyes never leaving mine until I pull her to me and kiss her again. Our intermingling tastes are unlike anything I’ve ever had. I can’t get enough, and neither can she as she holds on to me, arms wrapped so tight around my neck that it’s impossible to break away.
“Christ, you got me so worked up, I didn’t get to hear all the angels sing.”
“They’re overrated anyway.”
With a snicker, she murmurs, “What happens when Adam comes?”
“Huh?”
“What happens when Adam comes?”
“Umm…” I’m not really sure where this is going. My brain is still catching up with itself, so I go with the first thing that comes to mind. “Amelia jingles his balls?”
Her laugh is infectious as she says, “Good answer, but I think you’ll find he frosts the ginger cookie.”
A laugh bursts out of me at how bad the joke is, but she’s so damn cute that I can’t hold it against her even as I tell her, “Don’t ever tell anyone that joke. It’s so bad that it’s no joke.”
“It made you laugh!” Amelia kisses me again.
I don’t think I’ve kissed a woman or let a woman kiss me as much as she has.
“It’s not my fault my brain is still not with it. I swear it sounded funnier in here,” she yawns, tapping her head, and picking her up, I take her to my room.
We may need a nap to recoup, but I’m nowhere near done with her yet.
/> The snow has stopped temporarily, and the market has reopened with Christmas-themed stalls all crammed into one small lane that leads to what looks like an inflatable igloo ice rink. It’s a small-town answer to the big cities’ wonderlands. In actual fact, I think it’s better. Probably because of the woman walking alongside me singing along to “Last Christmas” as she sips on some mulled wine we bought when we arrived.
“So…” Amelia turns, eyeballing me from head to toe.
“So?”
“I think we need to find you something a bit more festive to wear,” she says with that lopsided grin I’ve come to really love. To the point that I miss the one-sided dimple when it’s not there.
When I look behind me, I let out a laugh. “No way. Nope.”
“Come on!” Making puppy dog eyes at me, she starts for the market stall with the light-up Christmas sweaters you could probably see from space.
“No. We are not decking the halls.”
“Wait.” She pauses mid-inspection of a bells design where the lights make it look like the bells are moving. “You watch Christmas movies?”
“I said we don’t celebrate Christmas, not that I don’t know what it is. You do realize I’m not an alien, right?”
“Which is your favorite?”
I’m not sure if she’s referring to the sweaters or movies, but then she presses the top of the bell and the “Jingle Bells” tune starts playing. It’s better I take control of the conversation and keep it on Hollywood.
“Deck the Halls is my favorite.”
“Really?” Without reluctance, she holds up the sweater in front of me, sizing it up. When she’s happy that it’s a fit, she goes to pay for it.
“Really, I love Danny DeVito. You know what I don’t love though?”
“I’m guessing my taste in sweaters, but I think it’s appropriate after last night. You jingled my bells just fine.” With a wink at me, she takes her purchase from the vendor and links her arm with mine as we head toward the food huts.
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