Christmas By Design

15. Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Beckett

When Gemma comes on my tongue, she tastes like fucking bliss. Everything about her is gorgeous as her orgasm rocks her body. Her pussy clenches and unclenches around my fingers, and I continue to thrust them in and out of her to prolong her pleasure.

There’s something so validating about giving a woman this release, especially one as tightly wound as Gemma. I wouldn’t mind doing it again. And when I draw my fingers out of her and she props herself up on her elbows to look down her naked body at me, I can’t stand not being near her.

I hope she knows I’m just getting started.

I quickly shed my own clothes as she watches, her gaze heating again as she drags her sparkling green eyes down my body. When they come to rest on my dick, she pulls her swollen bottom lip through her teeth. My cock bounces as if it’s preening at her attention, and she smiles. I close my fist around it and pump a few times, unable to tear my own gaze away from her flushed skin and her legs still waiting open for me.

Her head drops backwards, and she moans loudly. It’s a greedy, impatient sound. “I wish I could get off on watching you look at me like that, Ketty, because it’s really fucking hot.”

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but you already got off once this evening.” I pump my cock again as she raises her head to watch.

“Mmm-hmm,” she hums, her hooded eyes tracking the movement. “And I’d like to do it again.”

Her surety that she can—and will—makes me impossibly harder, and I’m hoping that my enthusiastic participation in this is implied, because I cannot imagine not being buried in her. Immediately.

I sit between her legs and drag a finger through her center. She’s still so wet for me. I quickly grab under her knees and pull her ass into my lap so my cock pushes against her clit. She braces her hands behind her and uses the floor for leverage as she grinds against me, her wetness making me slick. Before I can think too much about it, I adjust her so I can slide inside. She’s so wet, all it takes is one thrust and I’m fully seated.

“Oh my god, Beckett,” she breathes, pitching forward so she’s hugging me. Her legs wrap around my torso again as her heels dig into my back. This has the effect of bringing me even further into her, and she gasps. “Shit. I…” She buries her face in my neck. “Go slow, okay? It’s… been a while.”

I’m going to have to go slow or I’m going to blow it right now, but I don’t tell her that. I cup her chin with my hand and make her look at me. When our eyes meet, there’s barely an inch of space between our faces. Her breath smells of whiskey and is coming in quick gasps, though not the panicked ones from earlier. These are gasps of someone on the edge, trying to hold on.

“Tell me if you want me to stop, or if you don’t like something, okay?” I say again. I don’t want her getting hurt in an effort to give me what I so obviously want.

She nods as she bites her lip and closes her eyes. She rocks against me, and my fingers tighten against her chin. Fuck, she feels so good.

Suddenly, Gemma rolls her hips again as she dips her chin and sucks my finger into her mouth. “Oh, shit,” I curse as she swirls her tongue around the tip of it. She must be able to taste herself, and she groans with pleasure as she laps it up off my finger.

This woman is so fucking hot. I need to get a grip if I want this to last.

I start to meet her hips with shallow thrusts of my own, and her head falls backwards, giving me a perfect view of her neck. I trail a wet finger down it and over her torso. Her stomach muscles clench beneath my touch. I flatten my hand against the flesh there, and her head snaps up, her eyes wide.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers. “That’s my least favorite part of me.” She lets out a self-deprecating laugh.

I bring my hands to her sides and dig my fingers in as I pull her closer to me once, twice more. “Why?” I grind out. “You’re gorgeous.” I meet her hips with mine again. “Every inch of you. Now put your hands behind you again so I can see your perfect tits bounce while I fuck you.”

“You sure know how to treat a lady,” she jokes, but she does as she’s told. I’m rewarded with the rebound of her breasts when I thrust again.

“I was informed you like a little dirty talk,” I counter.

“Oh, I do.” She pushes against her hands to take me harder, and I match her force. “But I also like giving you shit.”

“Mmm,” I hum. “Let’s see if I can get you to forget how to talk trash for a while, shall we?” I drag one hand down her body and cup between her legs. Gemma lets out a huge, gasping moan when my fingers meet her clit. I start making small circles against her. She bucks her hips wildly in time with my movements.

I might have joked about shutting her up, but words are completely failing me now, too, as our bodies move in time with one another. I’m so close, but I clench my jaw and try to hold out. Luckily, I don’t have to wait long.

“Beckett,” she breathes. “I’m going to…”

“Yes, baby. Come for me again.” I make another small circle with my finger. “I’d like to come inside you if you’ll let me.”

She nods vigorously, then cries out, her body shaking and her pussy clenching me tighter, deeper. One more pulse, and I’m spilling into her, our bodies slick and sticky with cold sweat and sex.

After a few minutes, when we both come down, she slides off me and wraps my coat around her. She swipes a flashlight off the ground where she left it and pads on bare feet to the bathroom. The floor is freezing, I notice, so I lay a blanket out as close to the fire as is safe. I get another two blankets and set them up like a makeshift bed for us to sleep on. I hope she’ll let me sleep near her. At the very least, our combined body heat should keep us warm along with the fire.

When she comes back from the bathroom, she stands in the doorway, eyeing my setup. “Are you going to say that cheesy line from the movies about body heat keeping us warmer?” She cocks an eyebrow.

“Absolutely not,” I say drily. I hope it doesn’t give away that she’s called me out. “What part of me suggests I’d ever use a cheesy movie line on you?”

She narrows her eyes at me, clearly skeptical. “You… want to sleep together, though?”

I shrug a shoulder, trying to appear nonchalant. “We have to sleep in the same room, anyway. And our body heat might be helpful, now that you mention it.” The corner of my mouth tips upward completely against my will. I purse my lips against it, but by Gemma’s wry smile, she saw it.

She puts her flashlight-free hand on her hip, and I’m suddenly very jealous of that hand and my coat as it presses against her skin. “Beckett Camdon,” she mock-scolds. “Did you just make a joke?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” I slide under the blankets and pat the area next to me. “You coming in or what?”

That wry smile stays right where it is as she opens my coat and lets it pool at her feet. I curse the fact that I’m not twenty anymore because I would take her again right now if I could.

Hopefully, she’s okay with quality over quantity.

She saunters over to me and lowers herself onto the floor. She lies down with her back to me and wiggles around, trying to get comfortable on the hard surface. Once she settles, I lie on my back, near to her but not touching. We said we just wanted to get it out of our systems. I want to be respectful of her if I’m out of hers. But she’s far from out of mine, and I doubt I’ll get much sleep tonight.

Enough time passes in silence that I think she’s fallen asleep, but then she takes a sharp inhale. “Do you…” She trails off and grunts in frustration. “Do you want to hold me?” Then, she adds, “You might be right about the body heat.”

I chuckle and narrowly avoid blurting out that, fuck yeah, I want to hold her. I roll to my side, pulling her so the silken skin of her back is pressed up against my chest. She weaves her legs into mine and presses her cold feet to my shins. I slide my arm under her head to give her my bicep as a pillow. She sighs contentedly and melts into me as my other arm encircles her waist even tighter.

It’s not long before we’re both drifting off, snuggled together and as warm as we can get. My last thought before completely giving into sleep is that I could get used to being pressed up against Gemma Woodard just like this.