“You sure?” he asks, helping me to pull his hard cock from his pants. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. I need him like oxygen. I want to savor every inch of him in every possible way. It doesn’t matter where or when, I want to devour him completely. And somehow, I don’t think it’ll ever be enough. That my yearning for him will ever be sated.
“God, yes,” I whisper, licking my lips at the sight before me. This is one Christmas present truly worth unwrapping. Taking him in my hand again, I hear his sharp intake of breath at the touch of my frozen fingers. I lean forward and lick his tip, enjoying the salty taste of him as he cups my jaw and lifts my gaze to his, watching as I savor every taste. His eyes darken and his hand tightens in my hair at the feel of my tongue. Wary we’re running out of time, I take him into my mouth, not stopping until he hits the back of my throat. His grip tightens again, and I hear him curse as I pull back to the tip, licking over the head of his cock before taking him all the way down again. Savoring every last bit of his addictive taste, I move my hand to gently squeeze his balls as I suck harder and relish the feeling of him losing control for me.
“Fuck, Amelia. If you don’t stop, I’m about to show you a different kind of white Christmas,” he grunts, and I smile around him as I take him deeper and pick up my pace.
Adam groans as his dick hits the back of my throat, and I gag, my eyes watering and my lungs burning. I’m so turned on that it’s taking every ounce of my self-control not to slip my hand into my panties and finish with him.
Adam twists my hair tighter around his fist, thrusting deeper into my mouth before he releases into my mouth with a curse as I greedily swallow every drop of his hot cum. When he relaxes his grip on my hair, I lick him clean before pushing myself up to stand while he tucks himself away. His eyes are a deep sapphire blue, darkened with lust. The satisfied expression on his face makes my chest swell with pride. I lean up to kiss him and pull back as I feel his phone vibrate in his pocket between us. Checking it quickly, he nods to the door.
“Cab’s here…” His sinful smile has me biting my lip with the way it makes my belly swoop and my heart swell in my chest.
Adam guides us to the waiting car, and as he holds the door open, helping me in, he murmurs, “To be continued…”
Anticipation pounds hard at my ribs as he slips in beside me, his thigh pressing to mine while he rests his hand on it with his little finger stroking circles on my bare skin…
Maybe this year Santa won’t only come once. I smile at the sight of our closeness, pinching my lips between my teeth to stop my contented sigh.
The entire journey back to the cottage, I’m tied up in all these delicious knots that his promise created. It’s like the more he touches me and the more we discover about each other…the more I want. And I know it’s a silly thing to even think, but I can’t help it.
Everything about him is addictive. From the feel of his skin on mine, to his scent and the way it seeps into my pores whenever we’re close. Even now, with the taste of him still on my tongue, I can smell his scent on me as though it’s my own, and it’s beyond intoxicating.
When we reach the cottage, Adam pays the driver, and as I open the front door, he surprises me by pulling me over his shoulder, then races up the stairs to my uncontainable giggles.
“I need to brush my teeth first and take my makeup off.” If I don’t do it now, I’ll be too exhausted to do it after whatever he seems to already have in mind as he puts me down in front of the bathroom vanity and walks out with a pep in his step, closing the door behind him with a cunning bite of his lip.
It seems odd that he doesn’t argue my request considering the way he rushed upstairs, but I don’t dwell on it. Let’s face it, from the phone calls I’ve heard him on, I know Adam doesn’t suffer fools. He seems to tell it like it is, so if he brought me into his room, it’s because he wants me here…and I can’t help the way that little tidbit makes me feel. The way he makes me feel sexy and naughty…maybe even a little badass. I’ve never felt so confident in my life than when he looks at me and it’s as though it’s taking everything in him to hold back. To stop himself from devouring every last bit of me.
I like it. I more than like it. Without warning, a thought pops into my head: What happens when we leave? Would he still want me then?
No matter how hard I try to stop myself from thinking about the possibilities, I can’t. And my foolish heart decides to melt a little more at the sight of him in the now open doorway, in nothing but his black boxer briefs and a crooked grin.
He’s up to something. It’s obvious from the way he’s ogling me, like the cat that got the cream.
The minute Adam walks into the bathroom, my heart starts going crazy. It’s beating so fast that I can barely catch my breath, making me feel heady as he sits on the edge of the bath, watching me remove my makeup.
“It’s odd. I think you’re the first woman I prefer without any of that stuff on your face,” he tells me, looking around his en suite.
He’s so tall and his presence is so potent that he feels almost too big for the small room. Bigger than life, actually.
“You’re just saying that ’cause you wanna get lucky. No guy ever mentions how great a woman looks au natural unless they’re looking for the good stuff.” Splashing my face with some of the warm running water to remove the residue of the makeup remover, I knock a few of the bottles I have on the counter.
By the time I’ve rinsed off my face and patted it dry with the face cloth, he’s standing behind me. The bottles are all back where they were on the vanity with the exception of the pink one he has in his hand. Turning it as he inspects it closely, Adam uncaps it and takes a long inhale of the soft rose and lemony scent of my body oil with a throaty hum that sets me on fire. Flames lick at my insides, making me clench my thighs together as he throws the cap in the sink and takes me by the hand, guiding me into the bedroom.
It’s dimly lit with a few candles here and there and the lights all off. The small beam from the bathroom doesn’t do much to light up the space, but it’s enough that I can see the way Adam is staring at me. Hungry and ready to pounce at my slightest move.
“Do you trust me?” he asks.
He hasn’t given me any reason not to, even if the question makes me wonder what it is he wants me to trust him with.
“Sure.” My reply is muted with the way my heart is beating the air right out of my lungs.
“Good,” he says, head tilted to the side as he grabs something shiny from the foot of the bed.
It takes me a while to make out what it is, but as he winds one end around one of his hands and pulls it taught, I recognize it as the gold satin ribbon from one of my boxes. The erratic beat of my heart stumbles before it picks up frantically. Not that I’m scared, because I’m not. I’ve never felt safer than I do with him.
It’s the way every step is measured, and the closer he gets, the tighter he winds the ribbon around his hand and the tighter my insides coil with anticipation of what game he’s playing.
My eyes flit between my oil on the chaise at the end of the bed and his hand. When they finally meet his, he stops in front of me.
“Wanna play a game, spitfire?”
“Am I gonna like it?”
“You’re gonna love it.” He grins, eyeing me from head to toe.
“Then why are you asking?”
Smirking, he takes a step closer, winding the ribbon up completely in his hand before unzipping my dress. Watching it as it falls to a red tulle puddle at our feet, he replies, “A gentleman always asks.”
Something about the way he looks right now isn’t very gentlemanly at all. Still, I can’t find the breath to say anything as he takes one of my hands and nods for the other. I’ve barely given myself the okay and my hand is already acquiescing his request.
“Still want it any way…any how?”
It takes me a beat to recall the conversation I had with Kate when he came back with the tree, and instantly I
feel myself flush with awareness that he heard me say all those things about him.
“Don’t get shy, Amelia. I like that you know what you like and what you want.”
“You heard everything?”
“Mostly.” Clasping one of my wrists in his hand, he flattens my palm to his torso, guiding it over every chiseled slab of muscle to the bulge in his boxers. “And I was just as hard hearing you say all the things you’d let me do, and trust me, you and me…we’d make a nun cry.”
My throat swells as he squeezes himself using my hand while at the same time walking me closer to the bed. When we’re beside it, he brings my hand back to the other while unraveling the gold ribbon. The silence around us sparks with static; every part of me is electrified, and every one of Adam’s touches feels hotter and more profound than the last.
As I hold my arms out, he weaves the ribbon around my wrists, tying the ends in a perfect bow.
“There. You see—” He glints up at me mischievously from beneath his thick lashes. “—you’re the perfect present, sweetheart.”
My pulse pounds harder in my veins as he leans down, nipping at my lips before licking into my mouth. Warm hands stroke down my forearms to my waist while he sucks my lips with a pop, meandering down to my jaw and neck. Laving to the tops of my breasts, Adam walks me backward at the same time as he rids me of my bra. When the back of my legs hit the bed, he pulls away brusquely. A hand slinks down to my ass, rounding to my front where he cups the apex of my thighs, finger shallowing into my entrance over my underwear.
“Adam,” I breathe, and in reply he thumbs down my throat with his other hand, splaying it over my chest before pushing me down on the bed.
The hand at my chest grabs at one of my breasts, squeezing so damn tight that my toes curl as he lowers over me and draws my thong to the side, slipping his finger inside me.
“God, Amelia, you’re so damn hot. So fucking wet…” The groan vibrates over my other breast as he pulls my nipple into his mouth while his thumb flicks over the other.
With a drawn-out sigh, he strokes out of my pussy, smearing my juices to my thigh as he lifts both my legs and strips me of my underwear while kissing his way back down.
Jesus Christ, every part of me is pulsing with lust and yearning for more of him, a deep-seated need I’ve never felt before. When he reaches my knees, he parts my legs, bringing my feet up to the edge of the bed.
“I want to feast on that beautiful cunt until you’re begging me to stop,” he muses, lowering to the ground and breathing over my exposed flesh.
“Please…Adam…”
With one long lick from my crease to my clit, he hums deeply as he slips his finger inside me again. Every lash of his tongue sends a fresh frisson of sensation from my core to my extremities. Curling the finger inside me, he thrusts deeper until my body is bowing to his while he kisses over my thighs. Unable to contain all the simmering heat inside, my voice breaks with my desperate moans as he finds that place where I come undone without warning. My body coils tight before every pore and cell ignites, and I can’t breathe as he continues finger fucking me, licking down my body until he’s between my legs with his mouth hovering over my pussy.
“There isn’t going to be a single part of you I haven’t tasted or owned, Amelia.”
A shaky groan escapes me as he fingers me faster and his tongue lashes at me incessantly, pulling my orgasm from so deep that I can’t think as I screw my eyes shut and try to ride every wave that assaults me. I don’t know whether I want him to stop and give me reprieve or whether I want him to continue, but he pulls his finger out, and while I’m still shuddering, he circles it over my asshole.
He applies more and more pressure until he’s inside me, slowly inching, pushing and pushing knuckle-deep, and with the bite of the intrusion, my orgasm continues raking through me.
“So fucking tight,” he growls, flicking my clit as he pulls out and thrusts back in. “I’m going to fill you so good, it’ll be all your Christmases come at once.”
“Hmm,” I whimper as he pulls out of my ass and reaches for the body oil at the foot of the bed.
Standing, he flips me onto my front, stretching my arms above my head, so that with my hands tied, I can’t brace myself. Flat on my chest, my back curves as he tucks my knees beneath me along with one of the pillows.
“Your arms don’t move, understand?” he demands, spanking my ass at the same time as he oils my skin. “Answer me, Amelia.”
“They don’t move.”
“Good girl.” He blows over my exposed hole, all the way down my slit, oiling every inch of my pussy and my ass before he strokes his cock up and down my folds. From my clit to my entrance where he thrusts deep with his thumbs, massaging over my crease as he fucks my pussy. “You feel so damn good. Hot. So fucking hot and tight. So…fuck…”
Bottoming out, he holds still inside me as his finger pushes inside my ass again. The cool drizzle of the oil along with the fullness makes it impossible for me to stay still. It’s almost too much. Too much of him and I’m so fucking full that it’s impossible to breathe.
“Adam…Oh my God…Adam…fuck…”
“It’s okay, baby, I’m going to make you feel so fucking good.”
Leaning over me, he presses a kiss between my shoulder blades before stroking out to the tip of his cock, and as he eases back in, he does the same with his finger. Pulling out, he adds another and then thrusts deep into my ass in one fell swoop that draws a strangled cry from me.
It feels so good as he fills me completely. Even through the burn of the intrusion, the sting of the stretch, I want more. I want him deeper. I want him everywhere. Hard, fast, and every other possible way. I just can’t get enough of him as he fucks my pussy and stretches me with his fingers.
There’s nothing slow or relenting about the pleasure he pulls from me. With his other hand pressing me into the mattress, I can’t move as I come for him. My body shakes with every last dredge of pleasure, leaving me boneless as he pulls out of me completely with a grunt that tells me he’s close too.
“I’m not done, sweetheart,” he tells me raggedly.
Lying beside me, he adjusts me onto my side, pulling me flush to him with one arm while he hooks my tied hands around his neck.
“You really are the most spectacular creature I’ve ever had,” he murmurs into my ear, lifting my leg over his thigh.
With his fingers stroking over my pussy, he drags my cum and oil to where his cock is pressing against my ass.
“I’m going to fuck your ass, spitfire, and you’re going to come for me. I want to feel your tight little cunt come around my fingers as I come in your ass.”
The words are still echoing in my ears to the deep thrum of my heart when he guides his dick to my asshole. The pressure has me writhing impossibly closer to him. And as he breaches my ass, his fingers push inside my pussy, hooking inside me as his thumb strums over my clit again and again to the same rhythm as he fucks my asshole.
“Oh my God!” The cry leaves my lips as he picks up his pace, fucking and fucking and fucking me with guttural groans and ragged breaths that soak into my hair. Everything feels so vivid that the smallest brush of his stubbled jaw on my shoulder sets me off.
“Fuck, Adam…fuck…fuck…fuck!” My arms pull down on instinct, bringing his mouth to my shoulder, and when he bites down, my entire being detonates.
“That’s it, spitfire, give me everything,” he grunts between nips and licks of my flesh while I come apart for him. “Come for me,” he grunts, thrusting deeper. “Fuck, Amelia.” He grunts again as his dick bottoms out inside me, swelling to the string of curses that roll from his mouth while he empties inside me.
I can’t bear it. I can’t take the feel of the air on my skin or his breath in my ear. The way his body shudders with mine or how his nails scrape over my nipple as he tries to ground himself. I can’t take any of it. It’s all too much. He’s too much. And at the same time, I already mourn the loss of him inside me
. I mourn the fullness even as his cum scalds my insides. I weep at the prospect that this will all end too soon.
How can you fall for someone you’ve just met? How can it feel as though they’ve taken every last ounce of your soul with so little time?
Pulling the ribbon loose, Adam brings my arms to my chest, wrapping them around me as he cocoons me with his body. The way he holds me, it’s like he feels it too. As though his heart can sense the panic beating through mine as it pounds into my back.
The only sounds breaking the silence are our ragged breaths, and I don’t know how long we stay this way or when I drift off, but when I wake up, he’s carrying me into the bathroom. The light is off as he steps into the bath and lowers me into the warm water with him without a single word.
It’s just darkness and silence as he washes my body, peppering my shoulders with kisses as I clutch at his strong, muscular thighs. And I realize that maybe it’s not just my body and soul he’s stolen from me. Adam has taken my heart.
7
Adam
The “Carol of the Bells” fills our darkened bedroom. With the curtains drawn and Amelia still lying naked over my chest, I ignore the buzzing from my vibrating phone on the bedside table. Instead, I continue tracing invisible doodles over her back, enjoying the feel of her hair tickling my skin.
“You can’t beat Home Alone. It’s got to be the best Christmas movie of all time.” Amelia peers up at me, resting her chin on my chest with a teasing smirk. “Don’t you think?”
“It could’ve been if Danny DeVito was cast in it. I think he would’ve made a great Larry Lime.”
“How is it you act as though I’m a crazy person for loving Christmas so much, but you refuse to admit that you’re a festive movie nerd?”
With her legs raised above her ass and her ankles crossed, she shuffles higher up my body until she’s looking down at me and her hand is tangled in my hair again.
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