The 14 Days of Christmas

“In just a few days, you’ll be gone. I need to make the most of you.”

She leaned over to get the condom on the bedside table and I took it from her. I’d be quicker and I wanted her on my cock, bucking and moaning as soon as possible. I wanted to see the Celia reserved just for me.

She melted onto my dick like ice in the sun, settling low so I was deep inside her. I had to remind myself to breathe.

How had any man who really knew how delicate and delectable, how fierce and fervent Celia really was, been fool enough to leave her?

She rocked her hips a little, back and forth, keeping me deep, keeping us close. She swept her fingers over my forehead. “You think too much.”

I cupped her breasts, flicking her nipples with my thumbs and she bucked under my touch, sending waves of pleasure into my stomach like a rising tide. Then she started to move, the undulating waves of the sea rocking against the shore. Her tightness surrounding me, pulling me in deep. All I could do was watch her wide mouth as she panted through her pleasure. All I could do was breathe in her magic.

She hooked her hands over my shoulders like she was losing strength, or maybe she was just as overwhelmed by how good it all felt as I was. I lifted her chin, sat up, and pressed my lips to hers, my tongue pressing between her lips, tasting and taking more and more. The energy shifted between us and the need for more kept calling, a voice growing louder with every passing moment. I needed to take more, more, more. I needed to give more, more, more.

I clasped her waist and began to move her, driving her back and forth on my cock. She met every one of my grunts and moans with a sound of her own. Every oh yes, right there and please don’t stop. I devoured each one.

Face-to-face, I’d never felt so intimate with someone, never felt so close to another human being in all of my life. I’d known this woman for just a few days, but it was as if tonight a curtain had lifted and I’d discovered I’d known her my entire life. I’d never felt so completely comfortable, so completely complete, as I did in this moment with Celia.

Her breaths were coming fast and heavy, like she was about to reach the summit of the mountain but was chasing sunset and had to get there as fast as possible. Her cheeks, neck, and chest were flushed from exertion. Slick heat urged us faster.

Fuck, she was beautiful.

I pulled her down on my cock, less controlled and more haphazard now as my instinct to come took over. Jesus, I couldn’t get close enough to her.

I needed more.

For longer.

I needed everything from her.

I flipped us over so she was on her back and I drove into her, giving her all I had in that moment, trying to make it even better between us. I felt her orgasm approach in the second that she did and I upped my pace. Her hands reached around her for a pillow, but they were all kicked to the floor, so I covered her mouth with my hand. The moment my palm slid into place, she screamed her climax, howling my name into my skin. I relentlessly fucked her through her climax, determined to hold onto this perfect evening for as long as I could.

I didn’t stop. Didn’t slow. Not for a second.

I fucked and fucked until sweat dripped from my chest onto hers and her limp body began to shake again.

“I think I might break . . .” She panted out the words like she wasn’t sure if she could get them out. “If I come like that again.”

I shook my head, my ears ringing, tendons strained, muscles aching from needing this so much and getting it all. “I’m going to hold you together and we’re both going to break at the same time.”

I could feel every beat, every pulse, every throb of our bodies. I didn’t know where I ended and she began.

Her fingernails bit into my shoulders. We both knew we were almost where we needed to be. My climax growled to life at the base of my spine like a shot of adrenaline directly into my heart.

“Sebastian,” she called, a warning. I had to be careful. Somehow, this meant too much not to savor every last drop. Instead of using my hand, I covered her mouth with mine. A tremor passed through our bodies and we came holding each other, no space in between.

Fifteen

Celia

At some point the night before, I must have fallen asleep. Or passed out. I woke to the echo of a thousand fingerprints all over my body, courtesy of Sebastian’s hands. I opened my eyes to find my phone’s screen flashing with Howard’s name.