His fingers wound into my hair and he began to move upwards as I moved down, and before long, he was coming down my throat, groaning my name as he did.
“Savannah… that was… you are perfect…”
My shy smile and blush seemed to encourage him, and he lifted me up from the floor. He dropped me onto the bed before kissing a path to my nipples and sucking hard as his fingers toyed with the other one.
As his mouth lowered and his tongue lapped at my core, I lifted up from the bed and began to move along with each stroke of his tongue. My abdomen was tightening, and my core was clenching, but I wasn’t quite there yet.
He inserted two fingers inside me and began to pump them up as his mouth sucked on my clit. My body exploded and my arms and legs tingled. I couldn’t see, couldn’t think as I collapsed back on the bed, breathing hard. I lay for a few seconds trying to calm my racing heart, but before I could calm down, he slipped inside of me and began to fuck me hard and fast.
Our eyes met and his lips crashed down on mine as he pushed harder inside me. With each thrust, he kissed me, and his hands tightened on my hips as he pushed quickly and more firmly into me.
Our bodies were coated in sweat and our breathing was rapid as we enjoyed each other’s body before he flipped us so I was on top of him.
My breasts bounced and I began to slam down on him as his hands squeezed my tits and my body began to rise to the crescendo of his making. A few more thrusts and I came, harder and faster than ever before.
I collapsed against his chest and he thrust a few more times before his orgasm hit and he flopped back into the bed as his cock jerked inside me.
“Oh my God, princess. That was amazing.”
His lips brushed against my forehead and we just lay in bed with the snow falling outside and reveled in the fact that we were together in the most magical time of the year.
The next few days passed quickly and then it was Christmas Eve. Our days passed with us playing board games, talking about everything and anything, and exploring each other’s bodies.
We’d gone out for a walk earlier that day and I’d picked up a few things for him over the last few days that I thought were perfect for him.
I’d wrapped them all when he’d been asleep and hidden them in my bag with my clothes.
As we made cookies on Christmas Eve, our talk turned to our families and I knew that he’d tried to call both Holly and Hartley earlier without success.
“So, what is your usual Christmas Eve like?”
His blue eyes blazed as he watched me cut tree shapes on the baking tray and he came over and wrapped his hands around my waist, kissing my neck softly.
“I usually help my dad set up for church and then go caroling. My mom and I would bake cookies and we’d all sit up and exchange a few gifts before bed.”
My voice shook as I wondered if my parents had gone to Yvette’s house or if Curtis was back home. I’d spoken to him and Yvette over the past few days and both assured me that it would blow over.
I wasn’t so sure, but I wanted to believe them, so I didn’t challenge them on it. I put the cookies into the oven and was wiping down the counter with the cloth when Hunter wrapped his arms around me again.
“You okay, princess?” Hunter asked as he nibbled on my earlobe and I nodded, kissing him softly and groaning when his fingers danced into the waistband of my pants.
His lips plundered hungrily into mine and his fingers slipped down to my panties and inside them. His other hand moved across my breast and began to twist and pinch my nipple causing me to moan aloud and then his fingers slipped inside me. My legs opened wider and his fingers slid into me, pushing harder as his thumb pressed against my clit.
My body began to move against his hand, and he continued to kiss, pinch, and finger me against the counter.
“Hunter, oh my God…”
I yelled as I came hard and fast, coating his fingers with moisture. Before I could come down or think, he’d pushed my pants down my legs and pushed me down, so I was against the counter. His palm smacked on my ass and I groaned before he thrust into me and began to fuck me firmly from behind.
Our breathless moans were the only sound other than his hand tapping my ass and turning me on even more.
He pushed firmly into me and pressed me down on the counter as he hammered into me from behind, then his hand moved around and he pressed his thumb to my clit and fucked me against his thumb and the counter, eliciting a loud noise from me as my orgasm hit me without warning.
My legs shook and my whole body turned to Jell-O as the orgasm carried me up and off for a few moments. When I came down, he kissed my neck and moved away from me before coming back with a washcloth and cleaning my legs up.
I turned to face him, and he started to laugh, softly as first and then full belly laughs as he took in the sight of me. I was covered in flour and looked like a cross between a ghost and a petrified human.
I grabbed some flour from the bag and tossed it over him, giggling at the sight of his hair covered in it. He grinned at me as he came towards me and leaned behind me, dropping more flour down my top.
“Hunter,” I giggled as I smacked my hands on his bare ass cheeks and left handprints there. We both began to laugh and ended up covered from head to toe in flour. It was in my hair, up my nose and in my ears, but it was fun and so necessary because rather than feeling sad about the fact we were missing out on family time, we were laughing at how ridiculous we both looked.
Chapter 6
Hunter
As I dragged my girl into the bathroom with me, I knew I’d never been happier or more content. I loved her so fucking much and I was the luckiest guy alive because she loved me back.
I’d seen her face fall while we talked about our usual plans and I knew I had to do something to cheer her up. I didn’t plan to fuck her, but her body was so addictive that I couldn’t help myself.
Once the cookies were finished and on the cooling rack, I tugged her into the bathroom. We both needed to clean up, but once we got inside the bathroom, I quickly snapped a picture of us before I put the shower on.
“We’re a total mess,” Savannah muttered as she stared at us, but her face was lit up and her earlier sadness was gone and that was all I wanted for her. I just wanted her to be happy and if that meant stepping aside, then I’d do it. I’d do anything for her, anything at all.
“Yeah, but it was fun.”
“Clean-up’s not going to be.”
“Let me draw you a bath. You can relax and I’ll clean up.”
“No, it’s okay. I’m happy to do it.”
“It’s fine. I got it. You relax.”
I began to run her a bath and watched in fascination as she stripped off in the shower. Her naked body, glistening with flecks of flour everywhere made her irresistible to me and I couldn’t resist grabbing a kiss from her as she passed me.
“Hunter,” she groaned, and I had to step back because seeing her naked made me want to do all sorts to her, but she needed a moment, and I knew it.
I spun and left her in the bathroom and went out into the kitchen, cleaning up the floor with a damp cloth before tossing it into the sink and getting another.
Once the kitchen was clean, I went into the bathroom upstairs and grabbed a quick shower.
As I dried, nerves about what I was going to do began to overwhelm me, but I knew it was the right thing to do. I knew I loved her. Not one of the other dates I’d gone on had any impact on me because those girls weren’t Savannah. She was my princess, my girl, my perfect ending, and although our lives were just beginning, if I could get her to agree to spend her holidays with me, then we could make sure that we stayed together.
Once I was dressed again, I quickly set the table and put the roses I’d hidden at her spot, lighting the candles and lowering the lights. It had to be perfect because I was going to ask her to be mine.
I’d already told her she was my endgame, my forever, but it was time to prove it to h
er. She came out of the bathroom wrapped in just a towel and looking heaven-sent, but it was the look on her face that stole my heart.
She looked awestruck and amazed and it made me so happy to see her look at me as she did. Not with fear or loathing or fascination, but with actual love and genuine affection for me.
“Babe, what’s all this?”
Her voice was low, seductive and sent a thrill through me as I led her to her seat. I didn’t care what she was wearing. She could have been in a garbage bag and I’d still find her attractive, but she glanced down nervously and then her eyes darted to me and to the door.
“Let me get dressed really quick.”
Her lips pressed against mine and I watched as she ran across the room, coming back a few minutes later in a sleepshirt. She sat down slowly and met my eyes as I poured her a soft drink.
I dropped to my knees and pulled the ring from my back pocket, laughing as she gasped because I wasn’t asking her to marry me, not yet at least, but I was asking her to stay mine for the holidays.
“Savannah, I love you. You complete me and you see me for who I can be. You make me want to be better, to do better and I’ll always love you for it. But I’m asking…”
“Aren’t we a little young for this?” she asked interrupting me and I pressed a small kiss to her forehead.
“Let me finish and then decide, please?”
She nodded and I picked up where I left off.
“I’m asking you to wear this ring and promise me you’re mine. I’m asking you to be my home for the holidays while we’re in school and then, when we’re done, we can get married, or do our own thing for a bit, but you own me and I know it’s hard and I’m dangerous to you, but I love you with everything I am…”
She nodded once and threw herself into my lap, kissing me with everything she had.
“Yes,” she muttered. “Yes, I’ll be your home because you are mine too.”
Her eyes held my fierce gaze and she kissed me firmly as I slipped the simple diamond solitaire ring I’d picked out onto her finger. It wasn’t an engagement ring, not yet at least, but it was a promise to her that she was mine and that was all I needed.
As our kiss deepened, the clock chimed and we both turned to look at it, counting the chimes before turning back to face each other.
“Merry Christmas, Savannah.”
“Merry Christmas, Hunter.”
For a moment there was silence and then she gave me a small grin.
“Do you want one of your presents now?”
Her face heated and I nodded, mystified and intrigued as she pushed up from my lap and began to slowly unbutton her top. Once the buttons were done, she dropped it to the ground and my eyes widened at the red and black corset she was wearing.
She had no panties on, and her tits looked amazing in the outfit. As she pulled me with her to the floor in front of the fireplace, I knew what it felt like to be whole, to be loved and to finally have a person I could call my home. She was it for me, and while she was going to be my home for the holidays, I knew as I slid inside her hearing the sounds of the blizzard outside, that she would be my past, my present, and my future.
Our eyes met in that moment and I was finally free, finally happy and finally sure and that was all I needed.
“Merry Christmas, Hunter,” she sighed as I pushed hard into her, holding her hands over her head and kissing her neck, her cheeks, and finally her lips.
“Merry Christmas, princess. I love you…”
The End (for now)
To read more about Hunter and Savannah and to find out how they met, check out Pride on Amazon.
Dr Xmas - Hanleigh Bradley
I’m Not the Guy for You
CAMERON’S POV:
“I’m not the guy for you.” It’s a sentence I’ve said more times than I can count. It’s fair to say that I said it because I was a complete manwhore, but it was also the truth. I said it because no matter how great the sex was with the woman I slept with, it was still only sex.
They would never be the one. I would never be the guy for them.
Even while I was shagging my way through the female population of London, I knew that without doubt because I’d already met her. The one. I’d already fucked that one royally up.
The women were not Grace Dolton, and so I wasn’t interested in anything more than sex.
Then by some random act of fate, Grace Dolton came back into my life with a bang and suddenly we were flat mates. I’d been scared to imagine that we could possibly be more than that. I didn’t think I was capable of more. That my heart couldn’t take more.
I was shit scared, out of my mind with fear, but somehow, we ended up together. I guess I said the right thing or something because we’ve spent the last year fucking like bunnies.
Right now, we’re curled up on the sofa in the apartment we share with our friend Theo. For the first time in months, Theo has gone out and so we have the apartment to ourselves. Theo is an author and I swear, when he has a deadline, he becomes a hermit.
A hermit who is particularly attached to this couch. No joke. I’m not even convinced the guy gets up from the couch to sleep and shower.
And then when he finishes a project, he goes out, finds some brunette and brings her back here. Theo and I have a lot in common, or at least we did before I reconnected with Grace. He’s exactly like I was back then.
On the TV in front of us is a couple. It’s supposed to be some Christmas romance film, but the guy is saying those same words I once used to say so often. They sound a lot harsher now, perhaps because it’s been such a long time since I last said them.
Or maybe because I’m just less of an arsehole now.
“Cameron,” Grace’s voice cuts into my thoughts and I blink abruptly before looking down at her.
“Sorry, Gracie. What were you saying?”
“Just that Aurora invited us to dinner tomorrow night,” Grace replies with a small smile.
Aurora is one of my best friends and one of Grace’s work colleagues, and so if she and her husband, Landon, are inviting us to dinner, I’m hardly going to say no.
“You’re not working, right?”
“Nope. Got the whole weekend off,” I tell her with a grin. She has no idea what I have planned for this weekend and I’m not about to tell her either. As a doctor, I had to book the weekend off to guarantee that my plans wouldn’t go up in flames, but Gracie always has the weekend off. She doesn’t have a regular nine-to-five but close enough.
She teaches at the local high school. Her weekdays start early and end late because Gracie always has work to bring home.
It can be challenging to find time together, often passing like ships in the night or whatever bullshit metaphor fits. The number of times I’ve come home after a night shift at the hospital just in time to fuck Gracie and share a cup of coffee before she heads in to work.
Grace thinks our lives are pretty perfect right now.
“You’ve got the weekend off?” She’s surprised because I haven’t told her yet. I had intended not to tell her right up until Saturday morning.
“Yeah.” I try to shrug it off. I don’t want to answer her questions about it. Not right now. So instead, I lean down and kiss her. Her lips brush against mine delicately. Inhaling, I can taste her perfectly. Her skin is warm as I pull her closer so that she’s lying on top of me on the sofa.
She moves above me, circling her hips over my crotch. If I wasn’t hard a minute ago, I certainly am now. Her top rides up as my fingers inch along her back. She moans into our kiss, deepening it as my tongue sweeps into her mouth.
Her hand sneaks into my trousers, moving along my inner thigh, before wrapping around my dick. She strokes it slowly, bringing her hand down the shaft before rubbing the head with her thumb. She pulls back then. Her touch is teasing at first, light touches.
Her eyes meet mine. I love the way she looks at me. She doesn’t doubt me at all. It’s hard to believe because I know I don’t deser
ve her trust. I broke her heart years ago, and although I’ll never do it again, and she’s long since forgiven me, I can’t bring myself to forget it. She looks at me like I’m everything. Like this moment is everything she needs.
She tugs at it firmly with a confidence that is ridiculously sexy. She keeps up an intoxicating rhythm as she pushes my shirt up with her spare hand. Her mouth follows, kissing along the skin that she exposes.
Fuck me! Grace never ceases to surprise me. She sucks on my nipple, before swirling her tongue around it, never once letting up on tugging at my dick. She licks her way back down my body until she reaches the hem of my trousers, unbuttoning them. She releases my cock just as I think I might come.
I groan at the loss as she pushes my trousers down past my arse, releasing my dick from its confines. Without hesitation, she reaches for it again, this time taking it in her mouth. The warmth of her mouth is almost overwhelming and I find myself thrusting into it. She pulls back though, and the look on her face tells me that she plans on making this last. Kissing my dick, she plays with the tip, swirling her tongue around it before giving a gentle suck.
She’s such a tease, moving so slow it’s frustrating. Long, slow licks of her tongue down the underside of my dick before returning to suck the head for just a moment. Every time, I imagine her taking my dick back into the warmth of her mouth, but she doesn’t.
Her hands are on my body, nails digging into my skin.
My dick pulses as she sucks on the tip again, and once again I desperately pray that she’ll suck the whole thing into her mouth. She doesn’t disappoint as she hollows out her cheeks and takes my dick into her mouth so deeply it makes her eyes water. Her hands move to my balls, playing with them gently.
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