Secret Santa 4U (8 page)

“
God, yes.
”

A ragged moan dribbled from her lips
as he eased into her
,
doggie
-style.
His cock was thick and long and filled her completely.
She
placed her hands on the back of her thighs and pulled,
allowing him deeper penetration.
Sophie bit her lip as
she met and matched his lusty tempo.
It felt so good, she was afraid she wouldn
’
t be able to hold on.

With sure strokes, Brody plunged into her.
Hips rocking, he held her firmly around the waist with his arm.
His other hand was busy stroking her so expertl
y she verged on coming twice.
The echoes of her moans filled the tiny bathroom, but she was beyond caring.
What he was doing to her body was too delicious to keep quiet.

Putting
one hand on the wall for balance, she reached around their bodies with her oth
er hand and grabbed his ass.
Hard, rippling muscles played against her palm.
She clenched her fingers,
digging her nails into the firmness of his backside.
Damn, how
’
d she get so lucky as to score a young lover like this stallion?
All rationale fled as he
pumped faster.

Jesus, she was going to come!
She hadn
’
t been relaxed enough to orgasm with a man during sex for the past five years or so.
“
Jesus,
”
she moaned aloud this time.

Brody went stock-still.
“
Did I hurt you?
”
he asked, concern clear in his panting
voice.

The tips of her fingers dug into his tensed muscles.
“
No.
It feels great,
”
she nearly shouted.
“
Keep fucking me, baby
.
Please
...
”

That was all the encouragement he needed.
His hand slid up f
rom her waist and grabbed her by the back of the neck, kee
ping her head bowed.
“
Oh, yeah,
”
he growled, slamming harder into her at this angle.

Sophie was on the verge of
crying as a
ll sorts of emotions bubbled up within her.
And it wasn
’
t just the fact that this was by far the best sex she
’
d ever had.
It was ever
ything.
Brody confessing his feelings to her
,
their intimate conversations online, spending the loneliest holiday together.

“
I
’
m …
so close.
Ah
…
God!
”
she cried.

His exploring finger stopped teasing and pushed her sweet nub just the right way. Suddenly, her
body grew warm and
a sense of euphoria flowed like the shower spray over her whole body.
S
he was soaring high above the clouds.
Higher and higher she went, breaking through the stratosphere before her
world shattered
in the most
exquisite and
satisfying o
rgasm she
’
d ever experienced.

Behind her, Brody yanked her hard against him as h
e buried himself deep inside her still-spasming cunt.
“
Gonna
come…
baby!
”
A raspy moan trailed from his lips
as
his body shuddered
,
his
fingers gripp
ing
her neck as he held on w
hile his body exploded.

The
y
stayed that way, locked together, for long moments
while
they regained their breath.
Pushed against the tiled wall with Brody half-slouched across her back, Sophie smiled.
She
’
d never been happier.

****

Later, dressed in warm c
lothes
, they
sat beside the fireplace.
It was past midnight, making it officially Christmas Eve.

“
Wanna open presents?
”
Sophie asked, setting down her hot chocolate and pointing to the darkened tree.

Brody brushed her hair aside and
kissed
the sensitive sp
ot behind
her ear.
“
I
’
ve already opened mine.
”

She shivered and leaned into him.
“
Quit distracting me.
I wanna see what
’
s in that package you brought.
”

He turned his head, looking
awkward
and unsure of himself.
“
It
’
s really nothing.
Why don
’
t I get you som
ething better after the holidays?
I mean, I could
probably get a great deal
on something
you
’
d be happier with
—
”

“
You
’
re nuts
if you think I
’
m turning down a gift from you.
”
She grinned, touched by his sudden shyness.
It was endearing that he cared what sh
e thought.
This was the first year they
’
d exchanged gifts, though, so maybe that was a part of it.
“
Unless it
’
s a fruitcake from Christmas past that you
’
re re-gifting, that is.
”

Humor lit his blue eyes.
“
Nah.
Nothing that fun.
”

“
Then gimme.
”
She held out h
er hands, clenching and unclenching.
“
And grab that one beside it with the big red and white striped bow on it.
”

Good-naturedly, he shook his head and walked over to the tree.
“
Well, don
’
t say I didn
’
t warn you that my gift sucks.
”
He winked at her.
“
And n
ot in that good,
HotLibrarian
kind of way either.
”

Sophie was glad he turned away and didn
’
t see the sudden rush of heat color he
r
face.

He came back with the two presents and sat cross-legged on the quilt beside her.
“
How do we do this?
”
he asked.
“
Both r
ip into them at the same time or what?
”

“
You can open yours first.
”

He frowned.
“
That
’
s because now you know what I got you is lame.
”

She returned his frown.
“
That
’
s not true.
”
She grabbed the rectangular present
,
wrapped in the Sunday comics.
“
Did you wra
p this yourself?
”

“
Nah.
The lady at Macy
’
s did it.
”
He paused a beat.
“
Of course
,
I wrapped it.
”

“
Are you being a smart ass?
”

He chuckled.
“
I don
’
t think I even have to answer that.
”

“
I was going to say, you did a nice
job.
”

“
Thanks,
”
he said, looking awkw
ard again, like he didn
’
t know quite how to handle her compliments.

Taking extra care to save the paper, she removed it in one piece and pulled out the shirt box inside.
It was light, but there was movement inside when she shook it.
Fascinated by what it m
ight be, she lifted the lid.

Beneath the
crinkled
sports section, she found
a menagerie of gift cards.
All
to
different
stores
with various
amounts.
“
Wow.
”
To say she was surprised was an understatement.

“
I told you it was lame.
”
He ran a hand through his
hair.
“
I don
’
t have a clue what to buy a woman.
”

Sophie smiled.
“
No, Brody.
This is great.
I love it.
”
And
that
was the truth.
“
I think it
’
s extremely thoughtful
,
and now I can get whatever I want from any of these stores.
Thank you.
”

She leaned forward an
d kissed him tenderly on the mouth.
As t
heir lips lingered and their tongue
s met, it wasn
’
t
long
before
they were completely sidetracked by the kiss
, and it was as if fireworks suddenly went off.
A colorful show of blinking, twinkling pinpoints of light.

B
rody pulled back a fraction of an inch, smiling against her mouth.
“
It
’
s a Christmas miracle,
”
he murmured.

Her mind foggy from the kiss, she didn
’
t know how to respond.
Her fingers drifted to her tingling lips.
What sort of power did this man have over he
r
that he
could turn her on with the slightest touch?

Brody cocked his head slightly to the left.
“
Look.
”

When Sophie turned her head, looking past him, she saw the Christmas tree blinking me
rrily in the corner and reflecting off the sliding glass patio do
or.

“
That was quick,
”
she murmured.
The power had been restored.
She stood and glanced out the window.
The snow had stopped, leaving behind nothing but a neat blanket of virgin snow.
It was beautiful.

She
turned back to him and
nodded toward the package co
vered
in candy-cane colored paper.
“
Your turn.
”

In typical male fashion, he ripped the wrapping off without a second thought and tossed it aside.
An image of the computer
’
s make and model was printed on the surface of the box that contained it.
Brody frown
ed, obviously confused.
He opened it and pulled out the annoying Styrofoam that hid the contents from view.
When the laptop slid out in his hand, his eyebrows rose in surprise.
“
Seriously?
You got this for me?
”
He shook his head.
“
I don
’
t know what to say.
No one
’
s ever given me something quite so...intimate.
”

It was Sophie
’
s turn to laugh.
“
Intimate?
I never heard a computer referred to as
intimate
before.
But whatever you say, as long as you like it.
”