A Family for Christmas by Noelle Adams Page A

knowledge as much as from the friction inside
of her. “It’s good, Gabe,” she gasped. “It’s so good.”
    He
gave a few final pushes inside her, then bit out her name as he froze with his
climax. Then she felt the tighter spasms of his release inside her. Saw raw,
naked pleasure replace the frustrated hunger and effort on his face.
    He
collapsed on top of her when the contractions finally ceased, the whole weight
of his body all at once pushing her into the mattress. It was a little
uncomfortable, but it was also so good. She tightened her arms around him and
held him as close to her as she could make him.
    Neither
one spoke for a long stretch of time, until his weight finally became too much
for her. She shifted a little, and Gabe immediately reacted. Raised himself up
and gently, very carefully pulled out of her, taking care with the condom.
    Then
he flopped down beside her again and gave her a wry look.
    “Surely
you didn’t expect me to come too,” she said with a little smile.
    He
narrowed his eyes. “It’s been known to happen.”
    She
laughed softly. “It was my first time. I really enjoyed it. I had no
unrealistic expectations.”
    “I’m
not sure they were unrealistic.”
    “If
you say so.” She was still smiling when he rolled over closer to her. She loved
how soft and relaxed he looked now. “What are you doing?”
    “Proving
a point,” he murmured, just before he kissed her. The kiss was slow, without
the urgency of before. Then he moved lower, lavishing leisurely attention on
her body with his mouth and hands. He spent a while on her neck and shoulders
before finally descending to her breasts.
    His
mouth was creative and skillful as he suckled one of her nipples, and she was
soon wriggling and pushing up against him. “I think you can move on,” she
gasped.
    “To
where?” he teased, raising his head to look down at her with an amused glint
she’d only seen occasionally in his face.
    “You
know where.” She was having to fight not to squirm, since she was so aroused.
    “You
could tell me.”
    Feeling
a matching teasing, she wasn’t going to cave so easily. Instead, she brought
his hand down from one of her breasts and settled it between her legs.
    He
chuckled and slipped the hand between her thighs, and his fingers teased her
open.  “Is this what you want?” Sinking one finger inside her, he pumped it in
and out experimentally. When she bucked up at the jolt of pleasure, a second
finger joined the first.
    “Oh,
yeah,” she gasped, feeling the semi-halted momentum of her earlier interrupted
arousal returning with his skillful stimulation. As he thrust his fingers into
her, angling them in exactly the right way, she started rocking her hips into
the motion.
    His
mouth latched onto one of her breasts, and his free hand moved to the curves of
her butt to help guide the motion of her pelvis. Lydia grabbed at his head and
held it down to her chest, feeling the multiple pleasures coming together.
    “Oh,
Gabe, please don’t stop.” She was now jerking just as erratically as Gabe had
been earlier. She was so close, almost there, started making helpless little
sounds in time with his pumping.
    Then
he moved his other hand from her butt. Slid it forward toward where his fingers
were sliding in and out of her. Massaged her for only a moment, pushing her
over the edge.
    She
opened her mouth in a silent exclamation of pleasure as her body spasmed around
his fingers, and one of her legs twitched so much that she accidentally
clobbered him in the hip with her knee. “Sorry,” she gasped, as the
contractions started to ease. Her body was trembling, but she felt a wash of
pure satisfaction.
    Gabe
shook his head, smiling a little, and rubbed his hip where she had knocked into
it. “I think I’ll survive.” After a few last soothing strokes, he pulled his
hand out from between her legs.
    She
giggled, squeezing her thighs together over the lingering sensations. “That