Unwrapping His Package

She made a little sound of protest when I ripped my mouth from hers, and I groaned. “You make the sexiest noises, baby. I can’t wait to hear you scream as you fall apart in my arms.”

My eyes dropped from her lips to the pale globes, and I sucked in a breath before letting it out slowly. Calm the fuck down, man. I lifted them, forcing her to arch her back to give me even better access. I took one turgid peak in my mouth, and Delia moaned. When I sucked on it, she cried out and dove her hands into the hair on the back of my head to hold me close. As if I were going any-fucking-where.

I switched to the other breast and gave it equal treatment, making her move restlessly on my lap. The threads of my control frayed to almost nothing. Then she whispered, “I need you, Danny. I’m aching.”

“Fucking hell,” I grunted. I doubted I’d ever deny her anything if she asked in that breathy, passion-filled voice.

I grasped her hips and held her close when I leaned back, then rolled over so my big body was covering her much smaller one. I loved how well we fit together. Delia fit into every groove as if it had been sculpted just for her. Which was kind of accurate since she was the reason I was so ripped the past two years while I waited to make her mine.

“Baby, are you a virgin?” Although I already knew the answer, I didn’t want Delia to know just how insanely obsessed I was with her.

She nodded, looking almost shy again. Her confirmation made me want to beat my chest like a caveman, but I held it in and focused on the warmth spreading through me. “Being your first and last is the best Christmas present I’ve ever been given.”

Delia’s lips curved up into a beaming smile. “Have you been a good boy this year?” she asked slyly. It was fucking adorable.

I tilted my head and pretended to consider her question. “Depends on your definition, I suppose,” I finally answered with a wink. “In my mind, I did very naughty things to you. Do dirty thoughts count?”

She nodded with a grin. “Extra points if you actually do some of those things.”

My expression turned devilish when I responded. “Oh, I intend to do every one of them.”

Delia took a deep breath, making her tits bounce, and I lost the ability to speak. I kissed each bud before scooting down and practically ripping her pants off, taking her underwear with them.

“Son of a bitch,” I groaned when I saw her bare pussy, the lips and her inner thighs glistening with need. Then a thought sent a blot of rage through me. “You better not have gone bare for someone else, baby,” I growled as I dragged my index finger down her slit.

“Olivia dared me,” she panted.

Relief flooded me, but it was quickly replaced by a deep, gnawing hunger. “Remind me to thank her,” I mumbled as I settled between Delia’s legs. My broad shoulders held her open, and I used my thumbs to part her folds. “Fucking soaked,” I grunted before I took my first taste.

Her flavor burst on my tongue, and I was lost to the desire pumping through me. I ate her like she was Christmas dinner and I’d been fasting for a year. Delia’s cries became louder and louder until I bit her clit and she screamed as her climax rolled through her. I lapped up every drop of her arousal, working her as long as her release lasted.

“I have to be inside you.” I whipped off the costume pants and crawled over her once more. “I’ll be gentle,” I promised, hoping I could keep my vow.

“What happened to my filthy Santa?” Her tone was teasing, but her dark eyes were begging.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I said through gritted teeth as I put her legs around my waist and positioned my dick at her opening. The tip kissed her heat, and I hissed at the blissful sensation as a spurt of come escaped. I knew Delia was on birth control for her periods—the level of detail Leland had uncovered for me over the past two years was impressive—and I was grateful as fuck to be able to get inside her without anything between us.

“It can’t hurt any more than I do right now.” She wiggled to try to force my cock deeper into her, but I had a firm hold on her thighs. I was trying to calm myself so I wouldn’t be too rough.

“Stop, baby. I can’t think when you do that.”

“Then stop thinking and fuck me.”

My eyebrows rose, and my cheeks creased with amusement when I saw the twin spots of deep red on her cheeks. My girl somehow managed to be cute and hot as hell at the same time.