A Family for Christmas by Noelle Adams

lip, he asked huskily, “Are you sure
about this?”
    Lydia
reached up and splayed her hands out against the back of his head, tangling her
fingers in his thick hair. He was supporting himself on his forearms, and his
upper body was so close to hers that their chests were brushing against each
other. “I’m sure. I haven’t done this before, but I know what I’m doing. So
just get going.”
    Gabe
got going.
    He
entered her slowly, carefully, his hand shaking slightly as he lined himself
up. He felt big and firm and too tight, but her body stretched and moved to
accommodate him.
    She’d
heard it might hurt, but it didn’t. Not really. It was just so tight she was
panting loudly in response.
    Gabe
had his eyes squeezed shut, and she suddenly realized that he was trying to
retain his control. She waited silently, without moving, until he opened his
eyes and gazed down at her.
    “Okay?”
he asked briefly, a battle going on in his eyes.
    “Yeah.”
    “Does
it hurt?”
    “Not
really. Kind of uncomfortable.” She took a deep breath. “It will get better.”
She rocked her hips up into him a little, testing out the sensations.
    “Tell
me when you’re ready,” he said thickly, turning his head as he struggled to
control himself.
    It
must have been a long time for him—if he hadn’t had sex since he got divorced.
    “I’m
ready,” she said, the feelings adjusting so that, while still a little
uncomfortable, there was something else compelling her to move.
    He
started to thrust, trying so hard to remain slow and steady that he was
actually shaking. She pumped her hips up to meet him every time he sank deep
into her, and it took a minute or two for them to establish a rhythm.
    “Yeah,”
she breathed, when they started to move in sync. “That’s…kind of…good.”
    He
made a huffing sound, his hot eyes never leaving her face and body.
    She
felt little bursts of pleasure with each stroke, and her body began to tune
itself into their pattern. Soon her motion was instinctive, automatic, an
innate drive toward release and completion. She suddenly wondered if she might
even be able to come, although that was never in her expectations for her first
time.
    She
just needed a little more time.
    But
time was something Gabe didn’t have. He was already sweating profusely, and his
eyes were almost glazed over in his struggle to not lose control. “Lydia. Fuck,
I can’t…”
    “It’s
good,” she said. “Let go.”
    She
didn’t know if Gabe made a conscious decision in response to her words, or if
he simply lost the remaining shreds of his self-restraint. But the steady
rhythm he’d been holding abruptly fell apart, and he started driving into her
harder, faster.
    Little
whimpers started forcing their way from her throat, but they were from pleasure
as much as from effort. It was still good, although now she believed it would
be over before she could reach orgasm.
    It
was fine. It was still good. She watched Gabe's face as her body moved with
his. Saw how much he needed this. Thrilled at the reality of it.
    “Lydia,”
Gabe ground out, his face so close she could feel his breath on her cheek.
“Can’t hold back…much longer.” He moved his arms until his forearms were under
her neck. Then he adjusted his knees, so that he could get more leverage to
thrust.
    “Don’t
hold back,” she choked, feeling an orgasm starting to build but knowing it
would be too slow. “Come, Gabe.” She clutched at his back, loving how real and
solid he felt under her hands. “I want you to come.” Her whole body was jostled
by the momentum of every thrust, and the bed beneath them was squeaking just a
little.
    He
let out a frustrated groan and tried to slow himself down, but she tightened
around him purposefully until he fell out of rhythm. His eyes were closed
again, and his incoherent grunts were hot and primitive.
    Lydia
had never felt so powerful. So desired. So needed. She shuddered with
delight--from the impact of this