Page 45 of Under The Meh-stletoe

"Holy— damn— on earth—" Daniel whimpered.

His incoherent words brought me back. I'd fallen on my chest, the hand that had worked on my clit limp, and his continuing thrusts rocked my body. I had inadvertently closed my eyes, but now I could see my dreamy face, my skewed glasses, and the twitch of my thigh.

He half-held me up, fingers digging hard into my hips— I'd probably have bruises, but worth it— so I wouldn't fall. I firmed up the leg keeping me up again.

He slapped my ass one more time. "Good girl. Now I'm going to ride you right till I come."

I smiled. He closed his eyes, the worst frown I'd ever seen on his face, and pounded into me. His movements were frantic, desperate for his own orgasm. The pillowing expanses of my skin trembled with each one of his thrusts.

I twisted from my waist, my arm long towards him. I ran my sharp nails down his chest.

He bucked and fused into me, his ass tight as he pushed deep and released his load.

For a few moments, all I could hear was his rasping breaths and my slowing ones.

"I'm… seeing… white." He rested his weight on my hips. "Did I die?"

"That, or it's a Christmas miracle and it's snowing all around us." I leaned forward and rolled onto the bed. I took a deep, recovering breath.

He stumbled in his place and reached for the closet for balance. "A white Christmas is a statistical rarity in this section of the world."

"Oh, there you are. You're back, Mr. Grumpypants."

"Barely." He opened a single eye into a small slit. "Don't ask me to sign any documents or keep any coherent conversations."

"But you'll use big boy words, I see."

He smirked, both eyes sleepy but open now. He slapped my thigh in a friendly way before stepping out into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. Less than a minute later, he returned and joined me on the bed.

He cuddled right next to me, a hand over my waist and his nose in my hair. "Now I'm truly starving."

"For food?"

"I need a big dinner now. After a nap, maybe."

"A nap at this time is a terrible idea."

"I need to recover some energy before we do it all over again before sleep. And tomorrow morning before I take you home."

I caressed his arm on my belly. "For someone who planned to be alone forever, you really have a craving, don't you?"

"Did you see that the box of condoms was closed? I bought that when I moved here, just in case. Fuck yeah, I had a craving. A nutritional deficiency, at this point."

I laughed. "I got dick a couple of months ago and yet, I have to say I'd love to have more of what you're offering."

He scoffed and shook the handful of flesh under his hand. I chuckled.

"Unbelievable." His dry tone made me chuckle. "I suppose I'll give you more, now that we're going to let this thing between us persist."

"Sex is the holiday gift that will keep on giving."

"Maybe we'll have feelings about it one day, too."

"Maybe. We'll see where we're at next year."

"So frigging cheeky."

"So utterly cranky."