It was my turn to groan. I bent, placed a greedy kiss on her lips and straightened, my cock straining painfully. I was going to have to sing “Twelve Days of Christmas” to myself if I didn’t want to erupt into her as soon as her lips touched my crown.
She didn’t seem to be in a rush to move and I realized she was fiddling with the unusual double plait she wore her hair in. “You mind if I take this down?”
It was official. She was trying to kill me.
With a final tug, her white-blonde tresses fell like a curtain around her.
“So beautiful,” I said, shaking my head, almost incredulous.
She shifted, her hair trailing after her as she positioned her back to me. Then she laid herself down, her head off the end of the mattress, that glorious hair falling like a silken sheet down the side of the bed. Then she tipped her chin back, mouth open. Ready for my cock.
Jesus.
On the surface, Celia was all sweetness, but apparently, after dark, she also deserved a place on the naughty list.
I almost shook with desire as I traced the head of my cock around her lips, then dipped in the crown, so just a hint of her heat seeped into me. I was going to have to take this slow—for my sake, not hers.
She reached behind me and found the backs of my thighs. And pushed.
My vision blurred and I fell forward, bracing myself on the mattress as she swallowed my cock deep into her throat. I was a fraction of a second from coming before I withdrew and tried to steady my scrambling heart rate.
Then she opened her legs and rocketed right to the top of the naughty list.
Fuck.
I could see her wetness, feel her tongue dancing on my crown, smell her delicious, sweet scent of fire and forest. I gave up control to my animal instincts. There would be no holding back with Celia.
My fingers went to work, alternately pushing into her and trailing her folds, all while my hips levered back and forward, driving my cock into her mouth. I reveled in her tongue, firm and soft against my shaft. My fingers were wet with her desire for me. Her fingertips dug into my arse, urging me deeper.
It was a fucking wonderland.
A fucking Christmas wonderland.
“I’m going to come,” I coughed out, wanting to maintain this blissful blur of pleasure but knowing that something so hot, so bright, so completely fucking intense couldn’t last long.
Her hips pushed off the bed as she began to shake, coming around my fingers as I emptied myself onto her tongue.
Fuck, was it wrong to know that this image of her right here, open beneath me, was going to stay with me until all the Christmases in the world had been used up?
“For someone who likes Christmas and the cold so much, you’re ridiculously hot.” I pulled her up into my arms and lay us both back on the pillows to catch our breath.
“For someone who pretends to be so cold, you’ve got a really nice penis.”
I laughed. “Well, if anything could thaw me out, a night like this could. With you. You’re all fire, Celia Sommers.”
“Fire? I don’t think so.”
“Burning hot fire.”
“Maybe just with you.”
I loved that idea—that she’d saved her fire for me. That I was the man who encouraged her to be the scorching hot woman in my arms. I tightened my grip around her and we lay in comfortable silence.
“Thank you again for the weather house,” she said after a couple of minutes. “I know it’s breaking the twenty-pound rule but I don’t even care. I love it so much.”
It was such a small thing. Who knew it could bring so much joy? “I’m glad. I’ll have to get you something else so I have something to hand over on Christmas Eve.”
“If anyone knew what you’d given me this year, not only would they blush, but they certainly wouldn’t mind you being empty-handed on Christmas Eve. I know you came up to help Ivy, but I don’t know what I would have done without you. You’ve been the perfect partner in crime.”
I smoothed my hand down her arm. “You’d have Christmas at Snowsly handled with or without me, but I’m pleased to be able to help.” I’d had more fun that I’d thought possible, and I hadn’t been dogged with too many bad memories. Not yet, anyway.
“Not missing Barbados too much?”
“Not too much.”
She pulled out of my arms, kneeled, and hooked a leg over my hips. “I’m going to have to turn that not too much into a not at all.”
I sighed, my body completely exhausted but entirely responsive to the naked, beautiful Celia astride me.
I swept her hair over her shoulder, the silky strands pouring over her like cream. “You’re insatiable.”