Page 11 of Christmas Kiss

I grind up against his face, harder, faster, driving my hips tight against his chin as he flicks his tongue against my clit.

He growls louder, muffling some kind of pleasure into my slit as I scream out for relief.

“Yes… right there. Let’s go. Do it. I’m… fuck!” I release in a well of whimpering puddles as I squeeze my thighs against his cheeks. The swell of pleasure is overwhelming. I’m dizzy, blind, and lightheaded.

Dead.I’m officially dead.

His teeth scrape against my clit and I jump up and away, holding onto his wide, thick shoulders to gain composure.

The pleasure is unimaginable and like nothing I’ve ever felt in my life. It’s nothing a vibrator can accomplish. There’s warmth, and with every wave of pleasure, I feel closer to Charlie.

“I want more!” I pant, dripping my way off his face as I kiss his solid chest. I’ve never been with a man this built. I didn’t fully appreciate the value of a strong body before now.

“Of course you want more,” he groans and grips my chin in his hand, before leaning in for a kiss, “because you’re trouble.”

My clit throbs, and though I’ve just been thoroughly satisfied, I want more.

Reaching down, I unbuckle his belt and twist against his giant frame, which dwarfs me despite the fact that I’m eating for two.

The second I’m holding his massive cock in my hand, a sharp pain drives into the left side of my stomach.

I ignore it and stroke his cock, stretching my lips over the top and down the shaft, desperate to feel his width against my tongue.

Maybe I am trouble, because all I want is for my boss to come hard in my mouth. I want his pleasure dripping down my chin and onto my chest. I want to rub it in and wear him like lotion.

The pain strikes again, this time sharper. I reach for my stomach and rub the bottom half. “Damn it!”

Charlie leans up, weaving his fingers through my hair. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know. I had the orgasm and immediately after, I had this pain.” Another sharp note follows. This time it’s longer and tightening as though someone is arranging a belt around my waist.

Dear Lord, this can’t be happening. Haven’t I been through enough? Can I trade this embarrassment in for another one of lesser value? I promise I’ll say thirty Hail Mary’s and donate to the church potluck once a month.

Another pain.

Okay, okay… once a week.

Unfortunately, God doesn’t see my prayers as a top priority. I can’t blame him. I seem to keep making questionable decisions lately.

“What does it feel like? Are you far enough along to have the baby?” Charlie’s tone is strong and steady.

Truthfully, I’m thankful he’s here. If he hadn’t come up here tonight, I’d have been all alone. Up until this moment, I hadn’t thought about how I was going to drive myself to the hospital when labor started.

“I’ve still got months left. I can’t really be in labor, right? Plus, tomorrow’s my mom’s wedding. She’s going to lose it. I can’t mis—” The pain hits again, nearly taking the wind out of me.How does it keep getting worse?

I practice the slow breathing I learned online, but it’s not helping. Why would anyone think huffing in and out would help with this level of pain? This isn’t aninhale then exhalekind of pain. This is an end of your life level of pain.

Charlie takes my hand in his, swallowing me up in his grip as his gaze lands on mine. “You’re okay. Keep your eyes on me. I’m going to lift you up and we’ll get down into town. Okay?”

I suck in air and let it out slowly as he lifts me from the bed like I’m not pregnant and eating like I’m feeding an army. I swear the man doesn’t even blink or suck in air. He just coversme with a blanket to shield me from the cold, then carries me to the truck, and sets me inside like he’s done this a thousand times over.

Maybe he has. Maybe he has a thing for pregnant women, and he preys on their neediness. God, what do I really know about him? What do I really know about giving birth? I should’ve paid closer attention to the YouTube videos, and I should’ve gone to some of the birthing classes to have any idea what to do. Hell, for months, I knew I should’ve walked more. I should’ve… ouch!

I glance toward Charlie with wide eyes as he climbs up into the truck and starts the engine. “I have no idea what’s going on. It’s too early.” Another sharp pain followed by more tightness, this time longer. The band presses at my stomach threatening me with a push.

Charlie lands his hand on my thigh. “We’re ten minutes away. Take slow breaths.”

“The slow breaths don’t work. I just did slow breaths. Is this just athingfor you? You have a thing for pregnant women, don’t you?” My knuckles are white as I hold tight to the door.