Page 15 of Baby, it's Cold Outside
I’ve always been more of a giver when it comes to sex. I get turned on by the woman getting off, and I love nothing more than pushing her past her limits. Right now, though, it’s really nice to receive. Her hot mouth is exactly where I want to be. Harlow’s fingernails scrape against my thigh, sending a myriad of sensations through my body.
She bobs her head up and down, and then I slip my fingers in her silky brown hair. “Let me fuck your mouth.”
Harlow moans and I take that as permission to do as I please. God, this is best fucking night.
I start to move my hips, her hands now gripping my ass. “You look so hot on your knees with my cock in your mouth.”
She takes me even deeper and the surprise of it almost makes me lose it.
I jerk my hips back, not wanting to come too early and then I pull her up. “I want you.”
“I want you too.”
“We can stop now.” I give her another out.
Harlow’s big brown eyes are filled with desire. “No, no stopping.”
Yes, Virginia, there really is a Santa Claus. The quote fromIt’s a Beautiful Lifesprings into my head instantly.
I don’t say a word as I lift her up and gently lay her down on the bed. She’s so damn beautiful. It’s funny that in just one night this girl has me all mixed up. I blew off my family party, carried a tree, and took her shopping, all just to see her smile.
I can’t remember the last time I cared about something so simple.
She isn’t here because I’m some rich guy who can afford to buy her entire apartment, let alone a tree stand. Sure she might not be able to sing worth a damn, and she doesn’t know how to open a door properly or have even a basic knowledge of plant life, but she’s kind. She cares about her friends and her job. And she has the most stunning smile I’ve ever seen.
Which she’s giving me right now as I look down at her.
“Hi,” she says.
“Hi.”
“What are you thinking?”
“That your smile is beautiful,” I answer honestly.
Her eyes soften and she touches her hand to my lips, moving her thumb.It does something to my heart.
“You have no idea how glad I am that you rescued me,” she says softly.
That makes two of us. I’m hoping I can rescue her a lot more too. I want to wake up with her in my arms on Christmas morning and start a whole new tradition of holiday unwrapping. I want to bring her to my parents’ house, introduce her to my annoying sister, and then ring in the New Year with a kiss at midnight.
Where the hell did this feeling come from? Jesus, I’m losing my damn mind.
I shift the conversation back to the sex. Sex is what she wants. Sex is what we both want. I don’t need to think beyond it. “Because you’re about to have some earth-shattering sex?”
“No, that’s just a bonus.”
“Condom?” I say, trying to keep myself distracted. Because I can’t possibly be falling for her. No, it’s the snow. The cold has somehow frozen my brain. That’s all.
She reaches over to the nightstand. “I’m really hoping Willow left some condoms.” Harlow digs around in the drawer and then screams with delight. “I found some! Oh, we have a whole strip.”
I take it from her hand, ripping the wrapper open with my teeth and roll it on.
“Here, let me help,” she says as her hand slides down my dick, unrolling the condom as she goes.
Not wanting to wait another second, I take her wrists in my one hand and pin them over her head. Then I surge inside her with raw force.
“Oh! Oh God!” she moans and I give her a second to grow accustomed to my size.
