Free Jack's Christmas Wish by Bonni Sansom Page B

pleasure of this act. It was unlike anything she'd ever felt before. Like her insides might melt from the heat of it. She felt like she might explode from the pleasure. She would have an orgasm of epic proportions. She found her new favorite sexual act.
    “Harder please, Sir.” She arched her back, giving him better access, making him go in deeper. She felt a strong arm wrap around her. His hand went straight for her pussy. He filled her with two long fingers. She could feel the pressure between the two holes through the thin wall of tissue. She was going to come, but she didn't want this to end. When he rubbed her clit with his thumb ,it was all over. Her orgasm sideswiped her, crashing over her violently like a rogue wave. She could swear she left her body for a moment.
    “Derek. Derek. Oh God. Derek!” Her body shook and twitched fiercely.
    “Oh, shit, Lissa I'm coming!” He pumped three more times and came, spurting his hot seed inside her, claiming her.
    Fuck
    He had just marked her as his. He hadn't used a condom. He wanted to claim her. He wanted to have her in his bed making love for real.
    He pulled out slowly, missing her heat already. He could live in her heat forever. Get intoxicated from her body. And dare he think it ... he could love her.
    After coming down from the orgasm of his life, he realized she was shaking. He pulled her into his arms to warm her, but she kept trembling. He heard a small sob fall from her lips, alarming him. God, he hoped he hadn't hurt her.
    “Lissa, what's wrong sweetheart? Did I hurt you?”
    She sniffled. “N-n-no, I'm f-fine.”
    He chuckled soft and low and kissed her hair. “Turn over, love. Talk to me.”
    “Don't call me that.” She turned to face him.
    He was puzzled. What had he said wrong? “Don't call you what?”
    “L-l-love.” Her body shook ferociously. Tears streamed down her face and he felt like an ass. “We need to get you cleaned up. Come on I'll carry you to the shower.” He stood by the bed, scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the small shower. He turned on the shower, found the correct temperature and held her in the spray. He soaped up a washcloth and washed her body thoroughly. He grabbed the shampoo and poured a liberal amount on her hair. He massaged her head as he cleaned her, getting answering moans. He rinsed her watching the rivulets of water run through the valley of her breasts. Damn, if he wasn't getting hard for her again. By the time they were done she had regained her composure. They needed to talk. The only way this could work is if they were completely honest with each other.
    He grabbed a fluffy towel dried her off, dried himself off and walked her back to the bed.
    “What are we doing now?” She sat with her shoulders slumped and a weary look on her face. Dammit he wanted to take that look away. He wanted to see the smile she had on her face at the skating rink.
    “You're going to lay here while I go fix you something to eat. I'm starving, and I know you have to be too. Get some rest. I'll be right back.” He tucked her in under the covers and watched her sleepy eyes close. When her breaths became slow and even, he left her to sleep so he could think and fix some food.
    He pulled on his pants and headed for the kitchen. He paced the length of the room for a while wondering how this could work, if it could work. She cried when he called her ‘Love’ and it had just slipped out. He never called anyone ‘Love,’ except Melody. It felt good to call her love though. He didn't feel any anxiety or insecurity. It just felt natural.
    Finally, he decided to make breakfast. It was nearly daylight now, and she would have to go soon, although that left him feeling hollow. For the first time since his wife died he felt something for a woman. That had to mean something right?
    He cooked scrambled eggs, bacon and toast in a flash, placed it on a tray along with some juice and returned to her. He hated to wake her, but she