Christmas Candy(16)

“You and candy have been the only things on my mind for the past few months.” He slides his hand under the blanket and grips my waist.

“You’ve been on my mind, too, but mostly in various stages of injury.”

“That so?” He bites my shoulder and pushes me onto my back.

I let him. “Yes.”

His hand roves higher and cups my breast. I press my thighs together as my core grows wet.

I run my hands through his hair and pull as he kisses down to my nipple. “Why does it have to be you? Of all the people, why did you have to come back and open that shop?”

“Destiny, maybe?” He sucks my stiff peak into his mouth, and I squeeze his hair harder.

“More like the devil.” I moan when he slides his hand between my legs and massages my clit.

He smiles against my breast and moves to the other one, sucking and licking me into a frenzy. When he sinks two fingers inside me, I bite my lip and work my hips against his hand.

“This is a bad idea.” I pull his head up to mine.

He kisses me and runs his knee between my thighs. “Right,” he murmurs against my lips.

“Bad.” I spread my legs wider and he puts both knees between them, then rises up and unbuckles his belt and undoes his jeans. When he flips his boxers down, his cock pops out, the shaft smooth and the head a light purple. He’s big, but not too big. I fear I may be in the Goldilocks situation—he looks just right.

“Jesus, I can feel your eyes on it.” He shucks his jeans and shorts and climbs on top of me. His mouth is insistent, and he kisses me harder while pinning my hands next to my head. I’ve never felt so owned by anyone.

His cock slides against my clit, and I make a keening sound into his mouth. His tongue swirls around mine as he rubs his cock back and forth against my slick folds. Thank god I’m on the pill, because he doesn’t seem inclined to stop, and I’m eager to feel him moving inside me. But then doubt creeps in.

“Wait.” I press my forehead against his. “I haven’t, um. I haven’t done this in a while, so I don’t know if I’m … I don’t know how good—”

He bites my bottom lip. “How many times do I have to tell you you’re perfect?” His nibble turns into a sweet kiss. “Doesn’t matter. I’ll tell you as many times as you’ll let me.”

I smile against his lips. “Okay.”

“Good, now if I don’t get inside you, I might lose my mind.” He slides his tip lower, and I dig my heels into the backs of his thighs.

He pushes forward slightly. I feel a pinch and then that delicious friction.

“You’re so wet for me.” He slides farther in and stops so I can adjust. His arms shake as he kisses me.

I press my palms flat against his back, urging him forward. He sinks fully inside me, and I moan at the sensation of stretching to accommodate him.

“God, Hank.” My voice shakes on an exhale, and my body hums against his.

He slides out and then back in. “So fucking sexy.”

“Don’t stop.” I run my nails down his back as he starts a steady, slow rhythm.

My breasts rub against his hard chest, making the tips even harder. I entwine my hands around his neck and hold on as he increases his tempo.

“I feel like I’ve gone back to when we were seventeen.” He lifts his head, and I lick along the line of his Adam’s apple. He groans. “Because, Jesus, you’re tight, and I don’t know how long I’ll last.”

I spread my legs wider, my heels toward the ceiling as he pistons into me, both of us breathing hard as he works me over. Each stroke increases the tension in my clit, and I curl my toes.

He lifts up on one elbow and licks the thumb of his free hand before snaking it between us. When he presses on my clit, I jolt and dig my nails into his shoulders. His touches make my legs shake. I can feel myself clenching tighter and tighter as he strokes me inside and out.

“I’m close.” I stare up into his eyes.

He’s drawn tight, each thrust eliciting a masculine grunt, and his thumb keeps pace with his hips.

“Come, because I’m there.” He embeds himself deeply and strokes my clit.

My hips seize and I come on a deep moan. Each wave rolls through me until I’m completely awash in pleasure. Only when I’m coming back down does he pull out.

“Fuck.” He strokes himself, and I lean up and watch as he coats my pussy. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.

When he’s finished, I collapse back onto the bed.

He leans over and presses a kiss to my lips. “That was hotter than my cayenne chocolates.”

“You and your sweets.” I try to sound disapproving, but my smile overcomes it.