Holly Garland on Santa's Lap [COMPLETE]

CHAPTER 9 ~Alleluia~

"Poor Gingerbread," Nick whispers, reaching for my cheek to caress it.

"I don't want your pity, Nick!" I beg, grabbing his wrist.

"This isn't pity, I swear. It's so much more..." he murmurs, cupping my face in both hands and pulling me close.

Then, I feel his lips on mine.

A jolt of electricity surges through my whole body at the simple touch, leaving me breathless.

But it's not over. After gently brushing his lips against mine, he pulls back for a moment, like he's giving me time to push him away. But then he crashes his mouth harder onto mine, unyielding. He kisses me for real this time, adjusting the pressure with his hands on my cheeks, changing the angle however he wants. The kiss is still soft, almost hesitant, like we're both just exploring each other's lips. He moves to kiss my lower lip, lingering there, sucking on it, then gently biting.

Only when he hears me moan eagerly does he slide his tongue past my lips, exploring my mouth with urgency. The wetness of our tongues meeting sends a flood of tingles through my veins. I press against him, my chest crushed against his firm, warm torso.

Caught up in the whirlwind of pleasure from our tongues intertwining, I wrap my arms around his neck, tugging at the back of his head.

Oh, damn! I feel hotter than ever. It's insane, but I want more. Why hold back? Sometimes you just gotta give in to your instincts without overthinking.

Like he can read my mind, Nick slides his hands over my chest, rubbing through my t-shirt before slipping them underneath.

They regain the flesh of my nipples and cup them both vigorously, tearing louder moans from me.

He stops kissing my lips to focus on my neck while I'm gasping for breath.

"Oh, Nick..." I plead, as he lifts my shirt just enough to bring his mouth down to my skin.

I shudder. It's unbearable, yet incredible at the same time.

He sucks and lightly nibbles, playing with the hardened tip of one of my breasts as he feverishly kneads the other like dough, and in torture, I dig my fingers into his scalp.

"Yes... Yes..." I murmur, arching into him.

Like my voice snapped him out of it, he straightens up and kisses me again. I welcome him back eagerly, while his hands roam over my stomach and sides, making their way to my lower back, pulling me even closer.

Emboldened by his expert touch, I lift my thigh over his, sliding my knee up against his waist, not holding back.

Nick growls in satisfaction, grabbing my bare buttocks as he moves with me.

We're tangled under the sheets, and I can feel him, naked, hot and hard, pressed against my lower belly, which just turns me on even more. I arch my back further, wanting to feel him even closer to the fire that's burning inside me.

Nick responds to my body's call. His hand slips between my legs, finding its way into my most intimate folds.

"Oh, God, Ginger! You're so hot, so soft..."

His voice, deep and almost primal, makes me weak. He teases me, playing with my button in just the right way, making my body ripple with pleasure, before inserting a finger into my moist slit. Gently at first, then harder, more harshly, hitting my pubis with his palm with each thrust, driving me closer and closer to the edge.

"Nick!" I exclaim suddenly, not sure if I'm asking for more or for him to stop.

He pauses from kissing my collarbone and flips me onto my back, rolling on top of me.