Three Christmas Wishes - Krista Wolf Page 0,35

there together some more, enjoying the silence. Absorbing the heat of each other’s bodies, and the pleasure of so much exposed skin.

He’s so… big.

He was, really. In every possible way, he was so much thicker and more powerful than my ex-boyfriend.

Eventually I turned into him, kissing the muscles along the side of his sexy body. I planted even more kisses as I went along, dragging my lips slowly upward along his broad chest.

He tasted salty. Earthy. Even sweet. I was working my way down over the curve of his stomach, when suddenly he flipped me onto my back and pinned my wrists on either side of my head.

We were face to face, nose to nose, his body floating above mine. I expected him to kiss me at any moment, but instead he just hovered there, not touching me, as we shared each other’s hot breath. Our lips were so close you couldn’t slide a piece of paper between them.

I lost myself in his eyes. Felt the heat coming off him, as he dragged his mouth so achingly close to mine that I wanted to scream.

“Kade… I—”

In a flash of movement it happened: two big legs, shoving my thighs apart. One hand went between us — presumably freeing himself through the gap in his boxers — and a half-second later he was pressed against my G-string-covered entrance, the thick head parting me easily as he collapsed onto my body.

Oh God…

At the same time, his lips crashed gloriously against mine. The kiss was a consummation — a mirror of what was happening down below, beneath the sheets. Our bodies becoming one as he plunged into me, opening my mouth in a strangle gasp that was quickly lost in his own swirling mouth.

YESSSS.

My hips cracked as he bottomed out, burying himself all the way upward into my throbbing wet channel. It was like quenching an impossible thirst. Scratching the most agonizing itch in the most satisfying way, as he rose up on his two big arms and smashed into me again and again and again.

“Fuck…”

I whimpered the word in such a way he actually slowed for a moment to check on me. In response, I reached behind him and clawed his beautiful ass with both hands.

“Oh please, oh please…” I pleaded, squeezing him desperately inside me. “Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop…”

Kade’s lips crashed against mine as he impaled me again, burrowing himself so deeply into my body I was crying with joy. I nodded, urging him on. Beneath my palms I could feel the two big engines that were his glutes, churning and pumping like well-oiled machines acting in tandem.

“Don’tstop!” I whimpered, the words running together. “Don’tstopppp…”

I don’t know how long we lasted. It could’ve been an hour, or ten minutes, or even ten glorious seconds. All I knew was that I was riding the wave. Digging in and holding on for dear life, as this beautiful, powerful man rode me like a mare. He drove my body like a Ferrari, his eyes still locked on mine, my hands still gripping his perfect ass as I bucked and screamed and exploded around him — all in a beautiful release of pent-up energy and arousal.

“UNNNGHHHHHH!”

For a panicked moment I realized the noise I just made could’ve been loud enough to wake the others. Then I realized it didn’t matter. They’d be expecting this, because they’d want it themselves. They’d each get their own turns in my new bed. Each of them would get to elicit their own noises…

“FUCK.”

Kade spat the word like it was the most vile curse on earth. Then, spread out over my body with his arms stretched overhead, he drove himself home one last time… and exploded inside me.

Ohhhhhh…

I could feel the warmth and wetness of his hot seed, as the surging muscles of his thick cock pumped it inside me. Our kissing continued as he held himself there, spasming again and again. His tongue swirled and his ass gyrated and his manhood just kept going, twitching and throbbing until he’d given me every last drop.

Sleepily, groggily, we continued nuzzling each other. It ended with him virtually passing out in my arms, my legs still wrapped around him. I drifted off in my own euphoria-fueled daze, as the fingers of my right hand slowly sifted their way through his thick, dark hair.

I woke hours later, to a shifting in the bed. The half-light of a phone’s screen illuminated the bedroom. Kade’s voice was low and serious:

“He’s still there now? Good.