mean I’m not getting any foreplay?”
“Can we do it after the sex part?”
“I don’t think it’s foreplay after.”
Just when he thought he was going to embarrass himself with a premature display of just how much he was dying for her, she sat back on his thighs so he could roll on the condom.
And then, finally, she lowered herself onto his length. The friction was so exquisite he had to clench his fists to keep from grabbing her hips and pounding into her.
When she began riding him, lifting herself just high enough so he almost slid free before swallowing him in her warmth again, he reached up and cupped her breasts. He circled her nipples with his thumbs, wishing he could kiss her, but not wanting to stop her from what she was doing.
Her pace quickened and, when she threw back her head, he did grab her hips. He pushed her up, then pulled her down hard as he thrust his hips up to meet hers. She cried his name and, as her muscles tightened around him, he gave up any pretense of self-control and let himself go.
When she collapsed, panting, on top of him, Scott pushed her hair back and kissed her forehead. He couldn’t get enough of her. Unfortunately, thinking that led to thoughts of the near future, when he wouldn’t have her any more.
That wasn’t something he wanted to think about, so he forced himself to focus on the here and now. Chloe, naked in his arms. Her breath tickling his neck. Her heart beating next to his.
“That was fun,” she whispered.
“If you think that was fun, gimme five minutes.” He smiled and rolled her onto her back. “I owe you some foreplay.”
* * *
Chloe stepped back from the Christmas tree to examine her handiwork. “What do you think, Kojak?”
The dog barked once, then sat at her feet and stared at the tree as though expecting it to light up. His tail thumped the floor in a steady rhythm.
She laughed and scratched behind his ear. “I can’t plug it in yet. Not until he’s done for the day.”
“I’m done,” Scott said from behind them and she and the dog both jumped a foot. “I was working on the dining room, so you could have plugged it in.”
“Even if it wouldn’t have zapped you, we’d wait. You lugged most of the stuff out of the attic and trudged through the woods to find me a tree. The least we could do is let you be here for first lighting.”
She hadn’t even given a thought to the decorations until her mother mentioned them during their last phone call. In order to ease her mother’s mind about being gone practically the entire month of December, she’d promised to deck the halls in her absence. The orgasms must have distracted her.
But now the wreaths were on the door and the electric candles were on the windowsills. Every room downstairs had a theme, and it had taken her the better part of the day to set out the Christmas trains and angels and Santas and nutcrackers.
“I’m here now, so plug it in.”
She turned the overhead light off first, so when she plugged in the string of lights, the room was filled with the warm glow of primary colors. Scott had chosen a gorgeous tree and the decorations the family had collected over the decades filled it out perfectly.
When Kojak started nuzzling at one of the gifts under the tree—again—she shooed him away. “Not yet.”
“Those aren’t cookies, are they? Because he can get pretty mean if people don’t share their cookies.”
“No cookies. It’s a B-O-N-E and I think he can smell it.”
“Good thing you spelled it out, just in case he can’t.” He laughed when she swatted at his arm. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
A few minutes later he set a big, brightly-wrapped box under the Christmas tree. “That’s for you. From…us.”
He’d bought her a Christmas present. Considering she knew just how much he hated shopping, it gave her a serious case of the warm and fuzzies. Luckily, one of the two gifts under the tree was for him.
“Open it,” he said, handing the box
“Can we do it after the sex part?”
“I don’t think it’s foreplay after.”
Just when he thought he was going to embarrass himself with a premature display of just how much he was dying for her, she sat back on his thighs so he could roll on the condom.
And then, finally, she lowered herself onto his length. The friction was so exquisite he had to clench his fists to keep from grabbing her hips and pounding into her.
When she began riding him, lifting herself just high enough so he almost slid free before swallowing him in her warmth again, he reached up and cupped her breasts. He circled her nipples with his thumbs, wishing he could kiss her, but not wanting to stop her from what she was doing.
Her pace quickened and, when she threw back her head, he did grab her hips. He pushed her up, then pulled her down hard as he thrust his hips up to meet hers. She cried his name and, as her muscles tightened around him, he gave up any pretense of self-control and let himself go.
When she collapsed, panting, on top of him, Scott pushed her hair back and kissed her forehead. He couldn’t get enough of her. Unfortunately, thinking that led to thoughts of the near future, when he wouldn’t have her any more.
That wasn’t something he wanted to think about, so he forced himself to focus on the here and now. Chloe, naked in his arms. Her breath tickling his neck. Her heart beating next to his.
“That was fun,” she whispered.
“If you think that was fun, gimme five minutes.” He smiled and rolled her onto her back. “I owe you some foreplay.”
* * *
Chloe stepped back from the Christmas tree to examine her handiwork. “What do you think, Kojak?”
The dog barked once, then sat at her feet and stared at the tree as though expecting it to light up. His tail thumped the floor in a steady rhythm.
She laughed and scratched behind his ear. “I can’t plug it in yet. Not until he’s done for the day.”
“I’m done,” Scott said from behind them and she and the dog both jumped a foot. “I was working on the dining room, so you could have plugged it in.”
“Even if it wouldn’t have zapped you, we’d wait. You lugged most of the stuff out of the attic and trudged through the woods to find me a tree. The least we could do is let you be here for first lighting.”
She hadn’t even given a thought to the decorations until her mother mentioned them during their last phone call. In order to ease her mother’s mind about being gone practically the entire month of December, she’d promised to deck the halls in her absence. The orgasms must have distracted her.
But now the wreaths were on the door and the electric candles were on the windowsills. Every room downstairs had a theme, and it had taken her the better part of the day to set out the Christmas trains and angels and Santas and nutcrackers.
“I’m here now, so plug it in.”
She turned the overhead light off first, so when she plugged in the string of lights, the room was filled with the warm glow of primary colors. Scott had chosen a gorgeous tree and the decorations the family had collected over the decades filled it out perfectly.
When Kojak started nuzzling at one of the gifts under the tree—again—she shooed him away. “Not yet.”
“Those aren’t cookies, are they? Because he can get pretty mean if people don’t share their cookies.”
“No cookies. It’s a B-O-N-E and I think he can smell it.”
“Good thing you spelled it out, just in case he can’t.” He laughed when she swatted at his arm. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
A few minutes later he set a big, brightly-wrapped box under the Christmas tree. “That’s for you. From…us.”
He’d bought her a Christmas present. Considering she knew just how much he hated shopping, it gave her a serious case of the warm and fuzzies. Luckily, one of the two gifts under the tree was for him.
“Open it,” he said, handing the box
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