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eyes she saw Jimmy as clear and real as when he’d kissed her beneath the mistletoe. All five senses were in working order.
She slipped both hands between their bodies, and found the zipper with trembling fingers. One hand slid downward between his chest and hers, opening the zipper as she went. The other hand found his chest, the warmth of his skin and the beat of his own heart.
They moved in a slow harmony as sure as one of Jimmy’s songs. He unzipped her skirt and it fell to the floor, where she kicked it away, along with her shoes. She slipped the white fabric from his shoulders and down his arms. The kisses continued, light and then demanding. Jimmy pulled the sweater over her head and peeled away the emerald green silk bra he’d unfastened only a moment earlier. And then his warm, moist lips closed over a nipple. Jess nearly buckled with the sensations that surged through her.
That warm mouth left her breast and trailed slowly downward. With every move of those lips against her flesh, with every gentle touch of his hands, Jess melted a little more.
His fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her panty hose and emerald green panties, and he slipped them down and away.
There was no awkwardness in their easy movements, no fumbling uncertainty. Jimmy knew her body, knew how and where to touch her to push her to a point where all she felt and all she knew was him.
There were, no doubt, a number of perfectly good beds in this house, but somehow she knew it was right that they make love here, on the floor and by the light of the Christmas tree.
With a boldness she’d never known before, Jess slipped her hand into the jumpsuit that was halfway off and closed her fingers around the part of him that had been persistently pressing against her through layers of clothing. Jimmy moaned, a low groan deep in his throat that Jess instinctively answered.
His tongue invaded her mouth, deep, hard, and insistent. She was ready to feel Jimmy inside her, wanted him to ease the ache with another, more intimate invasion.
With both hands, she slid the jumpsuit over his hips and down. Jimmy kicked the white boots away, and discarded the costume as he lowered Jess to the floor.
“This is a Christmas tradition I’ll never give up,” he said, towering over her, covering her completely. The lights from the tree lit one half of his face for her, and she traced his jaw as she lifted her lips to kiss him again.
He didn’t enter her immediately, but touched her intimately with his fingers, stroking and teasing until she was ready to fracture into a million pieces.
When she couldn’t take any more, Jimmy took his hand away and pressed gently and surely until he was inside her. For a long moment he was still, and then he began to thrust his hips against her, to stroke her with plunge after plunge.
As when they’d undressed one another, there was a synchronization in their movements that was as much a part of the act as the meeting of their bodies. He knew her, and against all odds she knew him just as well. Somehow. Some way. Magic .
When the climax came, as he seemed to drive deeper than before, Jess clutched at Jimmy and lifted her hips. An uncontrollable cry left her lips, a cry of love and pleasure and brilliance. She felt his own completion in the tightening of his muscles and the release deep within her body, in the waning waves of her own.
He didn’t leave her, but settled his head against her shoulder and kissed her neck softly, as if he had no energy left. Jess smiled as she threaded her fingers through his hair.
“Tradition, huh?” she whispered weakly.
Jimmy lifted his head to stare down at her. A lock of dark hair had fallen over his forehead, and she reached out to push it back. How many times had she felt compelled to do just that, and then stopped herself because that simple movement revealed too much?
“I love you,” she whispered, knowing it was true, knowing it had always been true. Even on that first
She slipped both hands between their bodies, and found the zipper with trembling fingers. One hand slid downward between his chest and hers, opening the zipper as she went. The other hand found his chest, the warmth of his skin and the beat of his own heart.
They moved in a slow harmony as sure as one of Jimmy’s songs. He unzipped her skirt and it fell to the floor, where she kicked it away, along with her shoes. She slipped the white fabric from his shoulders and down his arms. The kisses continued, light and then demanding. Jimmy pulled the sweater over her head and peeled away the emerald green silk bra he’d unfastened only a moment earlier. And then his warm, moist lips closed over a nipple. Jess nearly buckled with the sensations that surged through her.
That warm mouth left her breast and trailed slowly downward. With every move of those lips against her flesh, with every gentle touch of his hands, Jess melted a little more.
His fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her panty hose and emerald green panties, and he slipped them down and away.
There was no awkwardness in their easy movements, no fumbling uncertainty. Jimmy knew her body, knew how and where to touch her to push her to a point where all she felt and all she knew was him.
There were, no doubt, a number of perfectly good beds in this house, but somehow she knew it was right that they make love here, on the floor and by the light of the Christmas tree.
With a boldness she’d never known before, Jess slipped her hand into the jumpsuit that was halfway off and closed her fingers around the part of him that had been persistently pressing against her through layers of clothing. Jimmy moaned, a low groan deep in his throat that Jess instinctively answered.
His tongue invaded her mouth, deep, hard, and insistent. She was ready to feel Jimmy inside her, wanted him to ease the ache with another, more intimate invasion.
With both hands, she slid the jumpsuit over his hips and down. Jimmy kicked the white boots away, and discarded the costume as he lowered Jess to the floor.
“This is a Christmas tradition I’ll never give up,” he said, towering over her, covering her completely. The lights from the tree lit one half of his face for her, and she traced his jaw as she lifted her lips to kiss him again.
He didn’t enter her immediately, but touched her intimately with his fingers, stroking and teasing until she was ready to fracture into a million pieces.
When she couldn’t take any more, Jimmy took his hand away and pressed gently and surely until he was inside her. For a long moment he was still, and then he began to thrust his hips against her, to stroke her with plunge after plunge.
As when they’d undressed one another, there was a synchronization in their movements that was as much a part of the act as the meeting of their bodies. He knew her, and against all odds she knew him just as well. Somehow. Some way. Magic .
When the climax came, as he seemed to drive deeper than before, Jess clutched at Jimmy and lifted her hips. An uncontrollable cry left her lips, a cry of love and pleasure and brilliance. She felt his own completion in the tightening of his muscles and the release deep within her body, in the waning waves of her own.
He didn’t leave her, but settled his head against her shoulder and kissed her neck softly, as if he had no energy left. Jess smiled as she threaded her fingers through his hair.
“Tradition, huh?” she whispered weakly.
Jimmy lifted his head to stare down at her. A lock of dark hair had fallen over his forehead, and she reached out to push it back. How many times had she felt compelled to do just that, and then stopped herself because that simple movement revealed too much?
“I love you,” she whispered, knowing it was true, knowing it had always been true. Even on that first
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