Big Man for Christmas - Penny Wylder Page 0,58
that I barely knew existed. If he thinks he can wring two more orgasms out of me, he can.
He fucks me harder, drawing me up to the peak of pleasure where everything is sensitive and ready to fall when he pulls out of me. I shout with the loss, but he drops his mouth onto my clit in the next breath and now I’m shouting for an entirely different reason.
Casey’s tongue drags over my clit, and I’m on fire. Pleasure explodes up through my core, pleasure rupturing through me like a fucking volcano. I scream his name, try to reach for him, but he stops me. His big hands lock over mine on my ankles, keeping me spread as he ravages me with his tongue.
I can’t breathe, white light explodes behind my eyes as the orgasm fades and it feels so fucking good. And it just keeps going, that undercurrent of electricity still alive as Casey slams into me again. “Four,” he grunts out.
It’s going to happen. It’s inevitable. My body is too close to the edge, too overwhelmed to hold anything back. He fucks me hard and fast, until his rhythm falters. He’s close too, leaning forward so he can grind down into me, once again hitting my clit and lighting the spark that’s the end of it all.
He comes, heat filling me deep, and I come with him. We’re falling through a nova together, heat and pleasure all wrapped up in one. He releases my legs and nearly collapses on me, but I don’t care. I love his weight. I love the security of him on top of me, reminding me that he’s here. He’s not kissing my forehead and rolling away from me. I can’t imagine Casey every rolling away when touching me is an option.
And I fucking love that.
He’s breathing hard along with me, lips against my neck.
“I love you,” he says.
“I love you.”
He grins, shifting to the side so he can hold me. Together we move so we’re under the blankets, and I’m so exhausted and so happy, because tonight I’m not going to have to sneak out and leave. My family knows exactly where I am, and I don’t give a shit about getting caught this time.
Sleep already has its hands on me, but I want to stay awake to enjoy this moment. Try to bask in the fact that I’m happy and have chosen. “I was wondering…”
“Yeah?”
“Tomorrow at the fireworks. Would you be interested in reliving that old memory? Doing it right this time.”
Casey laughs softly. “You stole my idea.”
“Hmm, I think it was my idea.”
“Maybe we had the same one.”
I tuck my head in close to his chest, closing my eyes. “You didn’t answer though.”
“Yes,” Casey says with a chuckle. “I’m more than happy to fuck you in the woods during the fireworks tomorrow. And since we’re not using condoms, no blackberry bush can fuck it up this time.”
“Good.”
The fireworks are on Christmas Eve every year. I’ll be here on Christmas. I’ll be with Casey for Christmas. “I need to get you a Christmas present.”
“No you don’t.”
“Why not?”
Casey’s hands drift down my spine, stroking in slow, relaxing circles. “You already got me the best present. I got you.”
“Does that mean I should wrap myself up in a bow and let you unwrap me?”
“I definitely wouldn’t say no to that. But I already have your Christmas present.”
I hit him lightly in the chest. “If I’m your Christmas present then you’re mine.”
“Too late. I got you something anyway.”
“How did you know that I’d still be here?”
He sighs. “I didn’t, but I hoped that you would be.”
“What is it?”
“You’ll see tomorrow,” he kisses my hair. “Don’t worry, I won’t make you wait all the way till Christmas Day.”
I’m truly falling asleep now, that sinking feeling pulling me down into deep and luxurious darkness. “Not even a hint?” I ask. I think my words are slurring.
“No hints,” he whispers. “Where’s the fun in that?”
“It’s all the fun,” I say, running out of steam with my words.
Casey holds me just a little closer. “Sleep, Carley. You’ll know soon enough.”
19
Carley
Fireworks Night is everything that I remember and more. A light snow is falling by the time the sun sets, and the lights on the Christmas village glow cheerily. It’s so much bigger than I remember.
There are craftspeople from all over the state. Leather workers selling amazing handmade journals and wallets stamped with beautiful designs. Handmade pottery in every color of the rainbow. Local honey. As well as jewelry,