over her tongue.
He lifted her and set her on the bed, moving back to help maneuver her up onto the softness of the sheets. "Protect that leg and let me know if it starts hurting you. We'll stop." He moved above her, sitting back on his heels again as his sex stood proud and erect. He slid his hands up her legs and pushed them open, his tongue darting out again. "I want to taste you again. I want more."
"I want to feel you inside of me. Come here." She reached up and brushed her fingers down his taut stomach.
"Lady’s wishes..." He leaned over, holding himself as he entered her.
Chrissy lifted her hips, anxious to be one with him. He pulled up a little and pressed his chest to hers, his fingers brushing through her hair. "Patience vixen. I've watched you come twice. I'm ready to explode at simply the sight of you naked."
She reached up and slid her hands along his hips to his ass, digging her fingers in and pulling him down as he filled her up. Her head tilted backward as he groaned, his body moving into a deep thrust as his tongue brushed over her breast. He reached down and cupped her butt, his movements so sensual and calculated as he sated himself inside of her. Chrissy reveled in the moment, her body lost to him, her heart finding more than it bargained for. He sat up, lifting her hips and working her deeper, his thumb pressing to her center as he rubbed softly.
"Good, babe? Feel good to you?" He rolled his hips, his movements tensing the eight pack of his abs as sweat glistened on him.
Chrissy reached up and ran her fingers along his stomach just before another orgasm slammed into her. "Harder, Ryan... Harder." She dropped her hands to the bed and pushed up, her knee screaming in protest as he picked up the pace and pounded himself into her as she came undone. He let her finish before laying her down and leaning over, his movements slow and methodical again. He buried his face against her neck and grunted softly as he took his time to reach his own. She wrapped her good leg around him, her fingers scratching desire along the thick muscles of his back.
"Almost there, baby. So fucking tight and wet."
"For you, Ryan. Only for you..." she whispered into his ear as he groaned loudly, his body stiffening as his movements lost rhythm. He picked up his speed as she helped by working him from underneath as best she could.
"Oh, fuck," he yelled and lifted up to a full extension on his arms, his hips pumping fast and hard before slowing. His eyes opened as he pumped into her a few more times, his expression heavy. "Oh fuck..."
She pulled him back on top of her, running her fingers through his hair and kissing the side of his face softly. "So good. I didn't know sex could be so good."
"Me, either." He turned and pressed a soft kiss to her lips before collapsing back on top of her. "I want more."
"Greedy bastard."
"Only for you, baby."
He took her again in the middle of the night, his body pressed to the back of hers in an awkward spoon. His fingers playing between her thighs as he pressed himself deep into her. Chrissy woke wondering if the second time was a dream, but realizing quickly by their positioning it wasn't. She pulled his arm around her, the bed a mess from their night together. She was spent, her body sore and her heart quaking in fear for the thought of falling in love with him.
Too late.
He groaned and pulled her closer. His lips brushed by her shoulder before he moved from her and stretched. Chrissy looked over her shoulder, wanting to get a good look at his magnificent body in the early morning light. She wasn't disappointed.
"Merry Christmas," she whispered.
"You too, beautiful." He touched the side of her head and smiled.
"I'd say this is the best present I could imagine possible."
"Well, that was by far the best night of my life. Damn. The way we fit together." He groaned, running his hand down his stomach and over his soft sex. "I want to just stay in bed and make love to you all
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