Chapter 6

CHAPTER SIX

Bea

Nothing held us back any longer. Our mouths crashed together in a passionate tango, and our slippery, wet hands roamed all over each other. His naked body was better than I pictured, his muscles well defined with six-pack abs, and his left arm covered in a sleeve of tattoos. A few work their way onto his chest, with one of his pecs covered in ink. I didn’t expect the tattoos, but I wasn’t complaining. Luke was as hot as fuck and only got hotter as time went on.

His skilled mouth worked its way along my jaw and down to my neck, where he kissed, licked, and sucked. I moaned and ground my hips against his dick. I could feel it brushing against my stomach, the length and thickness impressive. A shot of nerves rolled through me at the thought of him inside me. So big and thick…

Luke’s hands explored my breasts as his thumbs and mouth played with my nipples. I pressed my chest into his face and groaned, throwing my head back as I rubbed the front of my pussy lips along his dick.

“Fuck, Bea. You’re so fucking sexy.” Luke moaned as he gripped my ass cheeks and massaged them while spreading them wide at the same time. He lifted me upward, and I got to my feet as he pulled my hips toward his face.

When Luke buried his face between my legs, I cried out in pleasure. The one guy I lost my virginity to never offered oral sex, and holy shit, I had been missing out…

Though I doubt he would’ve been as good as Luke was.

When I looked down, I watched as Luke feasted on my pussy, his tongue licking and sucking as one finger slid inside and pumped in and out. With his free hand, he lifted one of my legs and rested it against his shoulder, opening me up wider for his tongue.

When he latched onto my clit, I bucked forward, and the familiar feeling of an orgasm, one I’d only experienced from touching myself, began to travel through me.

This man, this sexy, sexy man, would make me come from his tongue alone. The mere thought catapulted me over the edge, and I came so hard I saw stars as my legs shook uncontrollably.

“Shit!” I cried out as Luke continued his tongue work and brought me to orgasm again and again. My hands fisted his hair as I rode the hell out of his face.

Finally, when I could no longer stand, and my knees gave out, I collapsed onto his lap, and we wrapped ourselves around each other and kissed with a fiery burning passion.

I’d never felt this before with anyone, and holy shit…if this was what it felt like, then I wouldn’t ever want to leave his bed.

“I’m clean. Are you okay without using protection?” Luke’s voice somehow penetrated my delirious state. “If not, we can move to the bed.”

“I’m good. I’m on birth control.”

“I wasn’t worried about pregnancy, darling.” Luke’s deep voice vibrated through me. He nuzzled my neck and stroked his dick with one hand while his other caressed my breast, his thumb running back and forth over my nipple.

“Good to know, but I’d like to remain kid-free for a bit longer.”

“Understandable. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to slip inside you now. I’ve been imagining it for far too long.”

“You and me both,” I said as he lifted me up and placed me down onto his dick, the long, thick shaft sliding inside and filling me up completely. I felt him so deep I cried out, the pleasure intense and oh so good.

As the bubbles and waves of the water rose and splashed around us, Luke thrust up and down as I met him move for move, finding a rhythm and keeping in sync. Slaps of skin against skin and sounds of water surrounded us as we kissed and fucked and kissed some more.

Another orgasm built and crashed over me quicker this time, and Luke soon followed, his moans and groans filling the air and sounding like music to my ears.

“Wow, Bea…” Luke whispered before kissing me again. He tasted so sweet and delicious; I couldn’t stop kissing him, and soon, his dick was hard again. Without wasting a second, I turned over onto my hands and knees in the hot tub, my face just above the water as I backed my ass up against him.

“Fuck, woman,” he moaned as he slapped my ass and pushed his cock inside me. With his hands gripping my waist, he fucked me hard from behind while slapping my ass cheeks gently and rubbing the tender skin in between.

“You are the sexiest fucking woman I’ve ever been with,” he said between grunts, and this time, our orgasms happened at the same time, my pussy exploding as his hot seed poured inside me.

When we finished, I sat backward onto my ass and leaned my back against his chest, tilting my head so I could look up at him. His arms encircled me, his hands resting on my breasts as he rolled his head back, his eyes drifting shut. “That…fuck…I can’t find the words to describe how fucking good that was.”

“I’ve never orgasmed that much before in my life,” I admitted, and my cheeks grew hot.

Luke chuckled and held me tighter. “There’s so many more to be had. Just wait until we get to the bed.”

“You mean, you could go again?”

“Oh, darling, you haven’t seen anything yet…I could go all night .”

My pussy clenched in unexpected anticipation. “Can you stop being so damn sexy, Santa?” My fingers traced the hard lines of his chest. He was so fucking hot I couldn’t stand it.

“No, Mrs. Claus, I can’t. C’mon, I’m taking you to bed.”

After we dried each other off and drained the tub, we stayed wrapped in our towels as Luke tended to the fire and I turned down the bed. I couldn’t stop thinking about his glorious dick, my eyes staring at the bulge beneath his towel, and I wanted to taste him more than anything.

“Hey, horny lady, my eyes are up here,” Luke said, and my entire body flushed with heat. I collapsed onto the bed and pulled a pillow over my head. Luke’s laughter got closer, and soon, I could feel him hovering above me. “I’ve never had a woman look at me the way you do, Bea. You make me feel so wanted and so special…”

I pushed the pillow to the side and found him above me, his handsome, smiling face close to mine.

“I love how you look at me. Fuck, Bea, I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

My heart beat so loudly in my chest, I swore Luke must’ve heard it. Thump, thump, thump.

He kissed my lips so softly, so gently, I nearly cried as a mix of emotions came over me, strong and intense.

Why deny it any longer? Why hide it? What did that accomplish?

Absolutely nothing.

“I love you too, Luke. So much.”

He kissed me so hard he took my breath away.

“Move to Appleridge. Live on my orchard farm with me.”

“Luke…I…my job…”

“You can keep your job. I’ll drive you there every day. I can’t bear the thought of not being with you every day, Bea.”

“I know, me either,” I whispered.

“Then there’s your answer…” Luke said with such hope, such love, such passion, how could I ever turn away this sweet, handsome, delicious man?

“Okay.”

“Okay? As in, you will?”

“Yes. I love you, Santa.”

“And I love you, Mrs. Claus.”

It was the best Christmas I’ve ever had.

And when we escaped the Inn two days later after being buried from the storm, Luke brought me to his log cabin on his orchard, and I met Mr. Pickles, his adorable gray-and-white cat, along with all his soon-to-be apple trees, bundled up for the winter season.

Anywhere I was with Luke would feel like home, but his cabin felt like a dream come true, a place I’d always dream of raising a family in, and here it was, with my favorite Santa by my side.