Home for the Holidays

She falls back onto the bed. I stand as she moves more toward the center, those big blue eyes on me. She truly does look like an angel laid out for me to feast on. She watches me with those eyes that I swear see parts of me no one else ever has as I pull my belt off. It hits the ground with a loud thump before I start pulling the rest of my clothes off.

“It’s Christmas.” She smiles at me. I didn't even give her a chance to see what I had done while we were out at her parents’. I had someone come in to decorate the living room. I told them I wanted it to look like a winter wonderland. She’d made a comment about this place not being very festive. I wasn't going to let her wake up on Christmas morning and not give her the Christmas she deserves.

She rolls over, giving me a view of her ass as she opens the drawer next to the side of the bed she’s been sleeping on to pull out a bow. She places it on her stomach. I know she’s giving herself to me, but for a second my mind imagines a baby being inside of her.

“Are you sure about this?” I ask as I put my knee on the bed. I grab my cock that is begging to get at her. In all my life I’ve never been so hard. Who knew an angel could be so damn tempting and bring a man to his knees? I’d do anything she asked me if she said she’d be mine forever.

I suddenly understand why some of the men I’ve met over the years never pushed for things like a prenup. What is the point of having one when all you want is the woman? Without her in your life, none of the other things mean anything.

“I’ve never been more sure about anything.” I’m on her before she can change her mind. My mouth takes hers in a deep kiss. I press my cock to the opening of her pussy, but I don’t push inside. I groan when I feel how wet she is. The head of my cock slips between her pussy lips. She moves her hips in a motion so that she’s grinding her clit against my cock.

“Logan.” She moans my name when I pull my mouth from hers. I start to kiss down her neck. Her hard nipples rub against my chest. I try and slip down more to taste them, but Angel stops me. “I want you inside of me.”

“I have to get you ready for me,” I grit out, but my cock slips back down to her opening. She lifts those damn hips of hers, welcoming the head inside of her. I can feel cum leak from the head of my cock inside of her. Marking her as mine.

“There. I need you there.” The word need is my undoing. I drop my forehead onto hers. I slip my hand between us, going for her clit as I work the head of my cock in and out of her. It's the sweetest torture of my life. I feel her tense up as the orgasm takes over. Her pussy clamps around the head of my cock, and she calls out my name.

“I love you,” I say as I push all the way inside of her, breaking through her innocence. She lets out a gasp as her nails dig into me. I welcome the pain. I hate that I had to do this to her, but I’d burn this world down before I let anyone else touch her.

I can’t stop myself from coming. Not that I’m worried about it at this point. I know my cock isn’t going down anytime soon. Not now that I’m finally inside of her.

“Tell me you’re okay.” I kiss her cheeks. My fingers go back to playing with her clit. I know how to work her body now. I’ve learned the things that turn her on. I feel her relaxing already, her body wanting more.

I’ve spent these last few days becoming a master of her body. No one will ever be able to pleasure her the way that I do. I listen to every moan and breath she takes in order to get a read on her.

“I’m more than okay, Logan.” Her eyes flutter open. “Make love to me.” She pulls me down for a kiss, and I give her what she asks for. I take my time moving in and out of her. My fingers dig into the sheets as I try to fight the urge to come again without her.

But fuck she feels so good under me with her soft touches and moans. I’ve never seen something so damn sexy in my life.