when my throbbing cock settled between her thighs and rested on the slick heat of her pussy.
The look in her eyes was needy and unsteady but it wasn’t guarded. Not anymore.
“I’ve never let myself want anything like I’ve wanted you,” she murmured in return.
With a desperate groan, I slanted my mouth over hers, sinking back against the soft fullness of her lips and into the warmth that waited beyond.
The pleasure and anticipation were magnified by the lights trapped between us. Little balls of heat and hardness, pressing with slight discomfort into both of us. The light in the room dimmed as the shield of my body doused it, leaving us bathed in a hazy magical glow of unrepentant desire.
Reaching down, I pulled one of her knees up until it was bent next to us, pushing against her shin for just enough leverage to raise my hips and angle the head of my cock against her wet, inviting entrance.
“Holly...” I groaned her name.
“Please, Saint.” She bit my lip and pulled it into her mouth.
My back arched and I pushed deep inside her, drinking in the long gasp from her mouth as I felt the resistance of her muscles against the large invasion that gave them no choice but to let the head of my cock peel them apart and stretch them wide.
I wanted to stop. I wanted to give her a moment to adjust before I pressed in deeper. But I’d indulged too long, and now that the wet clamp of her cunt was locked around me, I couldn’t stop myself from sinking to the hilt and burying myself completely in her heat.
“Oh, fuck.” I grunted, a sheen of sweat breaking over my back as the she flexed around me, drawing me even deeper.
“Saint. I need...I need—” She broke off with a cry, her hips wriggling under mine, grasping for more.
“I know, gorgeous.” Bracing myself I pulled almost completely out of her. “I need it too,” I growled and then shunted myself back inside her with a rabid shout.
After that, there were no more words. There was nothing that could describe what was needed or how good it felt. Nothing except the way our bodies began to move in sync.
Her hips met mine each time my cock shoved deep, bumping up against her womb and rubbing along the sensitive spot on her front wall that made us both see stars. Our kiss traded more than tongues. It traded oxygen. It traded words that couldn’t be spoken. And it traded moans that promised what we had was magic.
My heart thudded against the front of my chest, beating hard because it felt the beats of hers hammering in return.
There was something here—something between us that was more than one night. Just like there was more to take away from Christmas than a single evening where a fat man delivers presents.
We had something more. Something that couldn’t be torn away and forgotten in the morning. Something that was lasting.
My thrusts grew ragged. Slamming my length into her, I hit her G-spot and her clit with each thrust until she was shaking and breaking apart underneath me.
Her name slipped from my lips like a chant—like a carol with a single word. Her name. And a single melody. Mine.
“Saint,” she pleaded into the space between where my lips were suspended above hers.
I drove deeper. My hips slapped against hers as the slick heat of her pussy made it easy to fill her fast and furiously until I felt the tremors of her walls begin to tighten around me.
My head dropped to the side of hers, my lips resting against her ear as I growled, ”Believe in me.”
Believe that I wouldn’t hurt her. Believe that she was safe. Believe that all I wanted was to give her everything.
This time, her cry strung loudly through the room as her orgasm shattered her. She seized and trembled under me, and I felt my own release coming.
I drove into her with one more deep, rocking thrust. Her pussy contracted so violently around me I stopped breathing and my vision went black just before my own climax erupted.
With a hoarse cry against her neck, I held myself deep inside her while my cock pumped long, forceful spurts of cum inside her, filling whatever space was left between us with the warmth of my release.
My body shook with a power I hadn’t felt before. It shook with something deeper—something born from what was inside and not the superficial—but still mind-blowing—pleasure on the