Page 76 of Puppy Christmas

“You’ll what?” he asked. He was much too taken up with the weighty delight of her breast in the palm of his hand to take her threat very seriously. He grazed his thumb over her nipple. “You’ve already made this a night I won’t soon forget. Judy and I can take whatever punishment you have in mind.”

Her punishment, as it turned out, was to laugh. It was the same sound that had struck him so forcibly the first time he’d heard it, so low and sultry, and he realized now why it had so much power over him. That was no titter, no giggle, no fleeting amusement at his antics. That laugh came from somewhere deep inside her, drawn from a place that he suspected few men trod.

“I can’t stop you from doing or saying whatever you want,” Lila said as she arched into his touch. “But Iwaspromised that you’d kiss me and cuddle me. And, if I recall correctly, that we’d fu—”

He fell upon her then, refusing to let another word escape those laughing lips. He remembered very well the things he’d promised, although he had no idea which one of them he’d promised them to. Lila, yes, but also himself. Kissing her was heaven; cuddling her a delight.

And as forfucking, well…

“You’re going to pay for that,” he said as he lay her back against the bed, his own body drawn along the length of her. He still had most of his clothes on, which seemed like a damn oversight at this juncture. He wanted to be naked and inside her. He wanted to bury himself in her velvet heat and never let go.

Fortunately, Lila took on most of the burden of undressing him. She was damnably slow about it, though, taking her time with each button of his shirt, revealing his chest inch by inch. She did it with that dimple peeking out of the corner of her mouth, her hands lingering every time they brushed against his skin.

“Ah, there’s my old friend,” she said as she flicked the final button and watched as he shrugged himself out of the sleeves. Her hand lay flat against his abdomen, her palm scorching. “I’m surprised it took you so long to pull him out for our date. I’ve never known a man so much in love with his own chest.”

He tried to respond in kind, but Lila’s hand was snaking in a decidedly southward direction, her fingers so close to his cock that he was lucky to still be breathing.

“Sauntering around all the time without a shirt.” She clucked her tongue and tugged at his fly. “Wandering the neighborhood half-naked. You should be ashamed of yourself.”

“If you keep doing that, I promise I will be,” he said.

The curve of her lips deepened into a smile that was equal parts wicked and breathtaking. “If I do what?” She gave his waistband a strong tug. “This?”

He groaned as she slipped a hand down the front of his jeans. A jolt worked through him at the contact of her palm against his erection. It was just a hand, he knew, the only thing that had been bringing him release for years. But Lila’s sharp intake of breath and the way she sucked in her lower lip made all the difference.

“Six years, remember?” he asked hoarsely. “Be gentle with me. I’m more fragile than you realize.”

“Don’t worry, Ford,” she replied. “I do realize it.”

He had no idea how he was supposed to take that. He’d meant it as yet another joke, a way of introducing levity into a sexually fraught moment, but Lila wasn’t laughing. In fact, there was a note of sobriety in her dark eyes that he found he didn’t much care for. Determined to replace that look with something—anything—else, he kissed her.

It was a deep kiss and a long one. He still had the taste of her on his lips, but she didn’t seem to care as she wound her arms around his neck and held him close. In fact, if the hitch of her leg around the back of his knees was any indication, there would be no escaping from her clutches any time soon.

Not that there was anywhere to go. Stretched out on top of Lila—her body rocking in waves under his, her hips pressing against his in need—was the only place he wanted to be.

“Condoms,” she gasped as he transferred his kiss from her lips to that oh-so-predictable place on the side of her neck. She was practically purring by this time. That sound coiled in and around him, tightening his cock and thrumming in his veins. “In the bedside table. So many condoms.”

“One should suffice for now, but I appreciate your preparedness.” He leaned across and pulled open the drawer in question, a low whistle escaping his lips as soon as he saw the bounty contained within it. “And your optimism. Damn, woman. There’s enough here to see us through the apocalypse—and back again.”

A light suffusion of color crossed her face. As she was already flushed with pleasure, her nipples darkening in arousal and her breath coming in short, panting bursts, it made a delightful picture. “They’re from my sister, I swear. I usually stock a normal human amount.”

He grabbed the nearest foil package, which promised ribbed pleasure for them both. “Oh, I’m not complaining. There’s no one I’d rather fuck during the apocalypse than you.”

“Aw, that’s weirdly sweet. There’s no one I’d rather fuck during the apocalypse, either.”

“Then that settles it.” He lost no more time in ripping open the package and rolling the condom along his length. “When the end of times come, I’ll fight fire and dragons and even Krampus to come find you. You bring the condoms.”

“I think I’d better leave those up to you,” she said and shifted her position so that he could more easily enter her. “I’m the one who fights Krampus, remember?”

Oh, he remembered. That story took up too much of his time—too much of his emotional energy—for it to be otherwise. As creator, he’d imbued Lizard Lila with any number of virtues and strengths and capabilities, but it was the real woman who provided the source material. There was nothing she couldn’t do, no one she couldn’t slay with one killing blow.

Including him.

“I’d fight fire and dragons and Krampus for you, too, Ford,” she said. “I’d fight a lot more than that just to have you inside me right now.”

There was nothing for him to do after that but comply. There was too much of her to do otherwise. Not in terms of tits and ass, though there were plenty of both to keep him occupied for hours, but in the way she surrounded every part of him. Her room, her hair, her legs—everywhere he turned, there she was. The scent of her filled his nostrils, the taste of her lingered on his lips. Even the sounds of her pleasure, mingled with laughter, threatened to take him over. As he drew up her legs and finally penetrated her, there was also the vast, intoxicating heat of her pussy to contend with.

This last one proved to be his undoing. All those years he’d been without a woman were nothing compared to the few weeks he’d spent in Lila’s company. Without Lila in his life, he could have gone for half a dozen more years alone, relying only on his imagination to satisfy his body’s needs. But the moment she’d taken his daughter by the hand, he’d been awakened on every front.