Cinderella's Christmas Affair by Katherine Garbera

she bent over him until she could caress him with each undulating twist of her body. His penis was hot and hard between her legs. Each circular motion of her hips brought him closer to her entrance. She felt him tense underneath her each time she brought him closer and closer to her center.
    “I need more,” he said.
    “How much more?” she teased, rubbing the tips of her full breasts against his chest. He moaned and rocked his hips up towards her, seeking entry.
    She stretched over him to reach the box of condoms. While she fumbled to get one from the box, he latched onto her nipple and suckled her. She dropped two condoms before she finally had one. She reached between their bodies and put the condom on him. Then stroked his length a few times until he sat up and grabbed her hips.
    Holding her still, he thrust upward and into her. She gasped at the size of him, he was bigger than she’d expected. Her sheath stretched to accept him but she felt too tight.
    “Come on, baby, you can take me,” he said. He rubbed her back in large circles and soon her body had adjusted to the too-tight feeling of having him inside her.
    “I can’t wait any longer,” he growled against her neck.
    He thrust upward into her, pulling her hips down to meet his. His pace increased until they were both frantically striving toward the pinnacle. Her nipples abraded his chest with each thrust. He suckled at the base of her neck, whispering hot sex words against her skin and urging her on. Telling her she was beautiful and sexy. The most woman he’d ever held in his arms.
    She held his shoulders and caressed his back. He slid his hands from her hips to her mound, touching her exactly where she needed to be touched. And sending her over the edge. She cried out his name as he gripped her hips harder and thrust up into her once, twice and then came with a shuddering growl that rocked her bed, body and her world.
    She lowered her head and rubbed her cheek against him. His heart thudded under her ear and she closed her eyes for a moment savoring his closeness and memorizing his scent.

    The scent of sandalwood still lingered in the air when Tad opened his eyes the next morning. CJ was full of surprises and secrets. He hadn’t expected the sensual massage she’d given him or her aggressive behavior in bed. Taking a strand of her hair in his hand, he brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply. Arousal spread slowly through him. They’d made love twice more in the night and though he should be satiated he wasn’t. If he had his way he’d keep her in bed for at least a month.
    His stomach growled. He knew it was close to dawn because of the sunlight creeping in under the closed window blinds. He scanned her room for a clock but couldn’t find one.
    Her bedroom was an oasis of calm prints and Asian inspired furniture. The candles she’d lit last night were thick chunky ones in muted tones. And the large mirror over her dresser showed the two of them on the bed. He leaned up on his elbow to see them better.
    The expression on his face was fierce. He looked like a predator. By contrast CJ looked like prey laying underneath. Cursing under his breath, he rolled to his back.
    He stretched his arms over his head. The more he came to know CJ the less he really understood her. She was complex and deep, revealing the important details of herself grudgingly.
    But last night had opened his eyes. He’d come to realize that CJ used more than dyed hair and contacts to keep the world at bay. She’d also hidden the sensual side of her nature.
    A woman who hid from the world. A woman who was trying to protect herself.
    Had he played a part in that? Had his careless comments more than ten years ago wounded her in some way that she’d never recovered from?
    He glanced over at her, she faced away from him. Her long hair curling on the soft cream-colored pillowcase. The feminine curve of her back called to him. He reached out and traced a pattern over her skin.
    She