Free A Santini Christmas by Melissa Schroeder

reading his thoughts, she said, “I’m not sure I can talk about it.”
    He knew she wasn’t speaking of the night before.
    “ It’s up to you.”
    There was a part of him that completely understood. He had to wait for her to tell him, if ever. She rose up, resting her weight on her elbow.
    “ It is the defining moment of my life. Until now.”
    He smiled. “I like hearing that.”
    “ You don’t understand. I’ve tried this before and had not been able to follow through. Now though…to be able to share this has been amazing. I thought I might be frigid. When it happened…”
    She swallowed and he knew she was trying to gain the courage to tell him about it. He had to be patient.
    “ He blamed me. Said I had led him on, that I was the one who was at fault.”
    He lifted his hand to touch her face. She shook her head.
    “ No, let me say this. He said it was me who had the problem. I was probably one of those girls who didn’t enjoy sex. When I had the problems with guys later…well, even though I understand why he said it, I was worried.”
    Rage was too simple a word for what he was feeling. “Are you going to tell me his name?”
    She snorted. “No. I don’t want to be responsible for making you go to jail.”
    He looked up at her. His surprise must have shown on his face.
    “ I know you better than you think I do, Stewart. Better than I thought I did.”
    He leaned up and kissed her. When he pulled back, she smiled, her eyes barely open. “And you know why he doesn’t matter tonight? Because of you. You showed me it wasn’t me…that it wasn’t something I did to lead him on. No, this was all his warped view. And I’m not frigid!”
    Satisfaction filled him. “No, you’re not.”
    “ In fact,” she said, a mysterious smile curving her lips, “I think I have something I have been wanting to do to you.”
    “ Is that so?”
    She nodded. Then, she completely surprised him again. She lifted the sheet and started to kiss her way down his body, just as he had done to her. With each touch of her soft lips against his skin, his cock twitched. He was dangerously close to losing control when she settled between his legs.
    The expression on her face was of a woman in power, enjoying her ability to take charge. He knew she needed it, needed to take control of the situation. He was going to let her continue as long as he could. Closing his eyes, he surrendered to her. Her breath danced over the tip of his cock the moment before he felt the wet warmth of her tongue. She was inexperienced, but she made up for it by teasing him.
    With the flick of her tongue, she almost made him come right there and then. He had never been so undone by a woman. Joey took him fully into her mouth and he slipped his fingers through her silky hair. Closer and closer she pushed him. When she hummed, the vibrations filtered out over his body and he groaned. He’d had enough.
    “ Come on up here, Joey.”
    She gave him one last lick and then worked her way back up to his mouth. She kissed him, her tongue dancing against his. Then she moved to the side. He shook his head.
    “ You’re in charge, right now,” he said, urging her on top of him. He positioned her just right. He could feel the damp heat of her arousal. “Take me in.”
    Her eyes widened, then she smiled. Slowly, she lifted up. After taking his cock into her hand, she eased herself down on him. Her rhythm was slow, and it was driving him insane. He didn’t interfere, but he did urge her on. Sliding his hand between her legs, he massaged her clit. She shuddered and moaned. Damn, he didn’t think he had ever seen anything as beautiful as Joey at that moment. Her hair was a tangled mass of silk as she closed her eyes and leaned her head back.
    “ Yes,” she whispered, in the next instant she came. Her body shuddered with her orgasm. Even in the throes of pleasure, she looked down at him and said, “Stew.”
    Just the sound of his name on her lips was enough. He