Page 43 of Too Big For Christmas

Her body goes rigid beneath me, a silent scream parting her lips as her climax crashes over her. Her pussy convulses around my cock, a series of tight, fluttering pulses that milk me, pulling my own release from the very depths of me. I drive into her one last, deep time as I come, my roar muffled against her neck, my entire world narrowing to the feel of her, the scent of her, the perfect, shattering union.

I stay buried inside her for a long moment, our harsh breaths the only sound in the room. I press a kiss to her damp temple, my body still thrumming.

Before she can fully soften beneath me, I slide out. A soft, protesting whimper escapes her. I grip her hip and turn her onto her stomach with a gentle firmness. She goes willingly, pliant and boneless from her orgasm. I pull her hips up, positioningher on her knees, and she arches her back, presenting herself to me without a word. The firelight glows on the curve of her ass.

I guide my cock back to her slick entrance, pushing into her from behind. This angle is deeper, more primal. A low, satisfied groan rumbles in my chest as I fill her completely.

She pushes back against me, meeting my first thrust with a soft, eager sound. Her hands fist in the furs beneath us.

I set a new rhythm, slower now but no less intense. Each stroke is a deliberate, deep glide. I lean over her, bracing my hands on either side of her shoulders, my chest pressing against her back. I can feel the frantic beat of her heart against my skin.

“You take me so well,” I murmur into her ear, my voice rough.

Her answer is a breathy moan as I angle my hips, hitting a spot that makes her gasp. “Dralgor…”

I slide one hand around her hip, my fingers finding her clit again. She’s so sensitive, so swollen, and she jolts at the contact. I circle the tight bud with a firm, steady pressure, my cock moving inside her in a counter-rhythm.

Her breathing fractures into little pants. Her inner muscles begin to tighten around me again, a sweet, familiar clenching. “I’m… I’m close.”

“I know.” I press my lips to the nape of her neck, my thrusts becoming more urgent, driving us both toward the edge once more. “Come for me again.”

My thrusts become a frantic, driving rhythm, a race toward a finish line we both desperately need. Her pussy clenches around my cock, a silken, rhythmic pulse that pulls a guttural groan from deep within my chest. I feel her entire body tighten, a bowstring drawn to its limit, and then she shatters.

Her cry is muffled by the furs, a raw, beautiful sound of release that echoes in the quiet room. The convulsions of her climax milk me, dragging my own orgasm up from the depths.I bury myself to the hilt as I come, my roar a possessive, primal thing against her skin. My release is a hot, endless flood, and I hold her hips tight against mine, keeping us locked together as we both shudder through the aftershocks.

For a long moment, there is only the sound of our ragged breathing and the crackle of the fire. I collapse beside her, pulling her into my arms, her back to my chest. I press my face into her hair, breathing in the scent of her, of us.

Her hand finds mine, lacing our fingers together over her heart. Her voice is a soft, breathless whisper in the firelit dark.

“I love you.”

The words hit me with the force of a physical blow, but it’s a blow that heals, that rebuilds. A feeling I have no name for cracks open my chest, warm and terrifying and perfect. A grin spreads across my face, wide and unchecked, a feeling so foreign it’s like being reborn. I press a kiss to her shoulder, my heart hammering against her spine.

"And I, you."