Page 24 of One Naughty Christmas Night

The fullness of his fingers disappeared when he removed them from her, her folds drenched from his ministrations. Freeing her nub from the deep recesses of his mouth, his tongue traced it lazily, her body relaxing back to the bed.

The pressure of his tongue on her nub increased, her heart pounding in her ears. He slipped his fingers back inside her, and Victoria took a deep breath, trying to hold in a cry.

His large hand splayed across her stomach, and he sucked her nub deep in his mouth. Her body bowed as her desire splintered, with wave after wave of desire rushing over her.

She grabbed his hair and held him to her, her body contracting on his fingers.

Victoria’s hands went limp on the bed, as small tremors pulsed through her as she came down from the peak.

Heath pulled away from her body, the bed dipping with his weight when he moved up next to her.

He laid his hand on her belly and leaned over her, pressing a kiss to her lips.

A few moments passed, and he whispered, “Victoria, are you all right?”

Her voice cracked when she replied, “Yes.”

Heath shifted on the bed, and his hips bumped her, his still hard member pressed between them.

She leaned up on her elbows and looked at it, straining against the tight fabric of his trousers.

“Can I touch it?” she whispered, her eyes meeting his.

“Yes,” he replied. She rolled to her side and placed her hand on his stomach. He put his hand on hers and guided it down to his solid length.

With her first touch, it bounced underneath his trousers, and Victoria pulled her hand away, unwilling to hurt Heath.

“It doesn’t hurt,” he whispered, taking her hand in his and placing it back on him.

She slid her hand up and down his stiff length, amazed at how hard it was compared to how soft her intimate parts were.

His breath hissed from between his teeth, and she pulled away, fearing she hurt him.

“I’m fine, don’t worry,” he said, leaning forward to kiss her. “I’m going to remove my trousers now.”

Her heart stopped briefly when he stood, his hands going to his waistband.

Undoing them, he pulled them off, and Victoria got her first look at his naked body.

His legs were long and muscular, his thighs as thick as tree trunks.

Her eyes were drawn to his shaft, jutting proudly from his body, almost reaching for her.

It was long and thick, and Victoria couldn’t help but worry it might be too big to fit inside her.

He laid his hand against her skin, his thumb gently caressing her cheek.

“What’s the matter?” he asked.

“Nothing,” she replied with a shake of her head.

He kneeled in front of her, capturing her eyes with his.

“Victoria, don’t lie to me. Do you want to stop?”

She shook her head, her hair floating around her. “No. I don’t. I’m just worried…” Her face flamed. “You are quite… large, Heath, and I’m worried you might not… fit.”

He laid his hands on the bed next to her. “I want to reassure you that our bodies will fit together, but if you choose to stop, then we will.”