Part of me wants to pause and just look at her, drink in every inch of her perfection with my eyes, but at the same time, another part is screaming that I’ve waited too long. All I want right now is to get inside of her.
Elle must have the same need because she’s on me again before our clothes hit the floor, undoing my jeans with urgency.
Some small part of my brain is still focused enough to grab my wallet from my back pocket and pull out a condom before Elle gets rid of my jeans and briefs.
Realizing we’re never making it to bed, I steer to the corner couch, rolling on the condom as Elle’s fingers grasp desperately at my hair and shoulders, teeth colliding and tongues gliding until my shins hit the smooth fabric. I sit back, pulling Elle to straddle me.
My palms smooth over her inner thighs, spreading them wider and caressing her soft flesh until they reach the apex. I run a finger through her wet folds, and finding her clit, I tease it with slow circles.
“Oh, God.” Elle’s eyes flutter shut, and one hand tangles into my hair, her head tilts back, and her lower lip is caught between her teeth as she lets out breathy little moans.
Elle’s eyes fly open when I plunge two fingers deep inside of her, pushing them deeper still with every thrust until she throws her head back with a guttural cry of pleasure. Adding the pressure of my thumb on her clit, I work her into ecstasy, and those sounds she’s making—between a choked scream and a breathy moan—as her fingernails bite into my shoulders are quickly driving me to the edge of madness.
“I need to be inside of you, now,” I grit out after Elle’s body stops shaking from the after effect of her orgasm, my hand wrapping around her ponytail to guide her mouth to mine.
Elle’s fingers wrap around my hard shaft, breaking our heated kiss to lock her gaze with mine before lowering herself over me inch by inch, and I let her take me at her own pace until I’m buried deep inside her.
One arm circles her waist, fingers of the other link with hers, and Elle’s eyes shine with a hazy smile as she presses her body closer to mine.
I start moving my hips, pulling out as far as I can and thrusting back up slowly, repeating the motion until Elle’s breaths are whimpers of need.
Flipping us onto the couch, I lay Elle on her back and sit on my heels, placing her ankle on my shoulder and finally taking the time to admire the sheer perfection of her.
“God, you’re a sight.” I gaze at her bare body with awe, spotting a large tattoo of a lotus with oriental ornaments on her left thigh. Her legs, long and toned, curve into luscious hips and a slim waist that always looks so good in those pencil skirts pinched right at the narrowest part. And her breasts are pure perfection. I’m a boob guy, I admit, and Elle’s are that perfect combination of size and perkiness, with candy pink nipples begging for attention.
“You ready, Elle?” I ask, and she nods, lifting on her elbows to watch where our bodies connect. “Fuck, you’re too good to be real.”
I plant a kiss on her ankle before pulling almost all the way back and pushing forward, plunging deep into her, encouraged by her keen of pleasure to repeat the motion. Elle’s eyes roll back with pleasure as I pick up my pace, driving deeper into her tight body with every thrust, feeling the pressure at the base of my spine starting to build.
Kissing down Elle’s leg, I keep my pace as I bend down and catch a nipple between my lips, rolling my tongue over the hard nub.
“Oh, God, Dec, yes,” Elle gasps, the flutter of her inner walls pulling me even deeper into her, signaling she’s on edge.
“Fuck, Elle,” I growl, picking up my pace as I chase my own release.
Elle draws in a sharp breath that seems to get stuck on the exhale as I relentlessly fuck her into oblivion.
A tremble courses through her body as she unravels with a guttural cry, squeezing me with such intensity I can’t hold back my own climax, a roar of pure animalistic lust tearing from my chest as I come so hard I practically see stars.
“Oh, Dec,” she whimpers with a soft voice as another shudder causes goosebumps to burst over her smooth skin.
We stay cuddled on the couch, stroking each other’s bodies as we come down from our high, and catch our breaths.
“Better than epic,” Elle declares with a smile, and I chuckle, kissing the tip of her nose.
“Agreed.”
“When will you be ready for round two?” she asks, and I burst into loud laughter.
“Never took you for the impatient type, Eloise.”
“That just goes to show how little you know about me,” she sasses with a grin and a playful slap to my ass, squealing when I flip her under me.
“I want to know everything about you,” I say with grave seriousness as I look down into her eyes. “I meant what I said earlier tonight, Elle, about how I feel for you.”
“I feel the same way, Dec.” She looks away and bites her lower lip before turning her face back to mine. “I was going to ask you out the day they announced the Bleeker project.”
“I’m glad you never did,” I admit with a smile. “Had you just approached me, I would have said no. But being so close to you all the time, getting to know you, it took down my insistent resistance.”
“We have to figure out how this works.” Elle sighs. “We still have to work together.”
“We will, after the holidays,” I promise. “In the meantime, I want to enjoy you.”
“I like the sound of that.” She nuzzles my chest. “We have another hour or so to burn before we need to get back to the kitchen.”
“Do you still have those antlers from the club?”
Her smile has that teasing edge to it. “I even kept the nose.”
She squeals as I chase her to the bedroom, and I know that, if need be, I’d rather quit than give her up.
10
Eloise
“These are divine,” Patty exclaims, already on her third donut. “You’ve outdone yourself, Elle.”
“Thank you,” I reply, beaming at her. “Those are filled with alcohol, though, so you may want to pace yourself.”
“Sure, just one more.” Patty grabs another donut for the road, and we make our way to the gingerbread house, the sight of the Santa figure huddled with a gingerbread elf stirring me into laughter.
“What’s so funny, Miss Bloom?” Declan’s deep voice rumbles from behind me with a hint of amusement.
“Just Santa and his naughty little elf.” I turn to him with a cheeky grin, and Dec bursts into loud laughter.
“I don’t get it,” Patty chimes in with a bewildered gaze jumping between the two of us.
“Just an old joke,” Declan provides, leaning over to whisper in my ear. “And Santa prefers his naughty little reindeer.”
The promise in his voice makes my toes curl, and I bite my bottom lip to stop a moan from escaping. “You don’t play fair.”
“I can’t wait to get out of here and start our week-long hiatus.” Dec sneaks a pat to my ass.
“I’m still in awe that Zane gives us this much leave for the holidays.” I return his gesture by looking at him through my lashes in the way he told me drives him crazy.