Deleted but delightful Christmas morning

this is NSFW.

Almost jokingly, I posted on Threads two days ago that if I reached two thousand followers on Instagram I would post the deleted Christmas morning sex scene between Frankie and Ophelia in CiCC. I was around fifty followers shy, feeling like I’d been at this bookstagram thing for over two years now with not much weight to show for it—but I should have known. Readers are nothing if not persistent and loud about the things that they love.

Last night my direct messages pinged and insanely talented artist and dear friend of mine, Alicia (@alicia.mb.art) let me know I needed to pay up. Actually the words were verbatim: “COUGH UP THE SMUTTTTTT.” I refreshed my following count and it showed two thousand and three.

I was a tiny bit panicked, because I hadn’t actually looked at this scene in over a year when I made the decision to cut it from my original manuscript. Something about “too much sex” in a pool of the reviews for my first novel had me dialing back the amount of P in V action in this one. At the end of the day I’m happy with the choice and even more glad now that I get to treat the people who really love these characters with something that wouldn’t have otherwise seen the light of day.

So, as promised, some Christmas morning loving that didn’t make the final cut for Christmas in Coconut Creek.

You can insert this scene directly after Chapter 28.

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My feet carried me back inside on autopilot after talking to Gino, dropping off my mug on the way through the kitchen, back down the hall to the closed door of my bedroom. I took a deep, centering breath before nudging it open. 

Ophelia sat up in bed as I slipped inside, the sheets falling to her waist and my eyes fluttered shut in disbelief at the sight. Because there was luck like buying a winning scratch off, or hitting all the green lights on the way through town. But Ophelia Brody naked and stretched out in my bed was the luckiest I’d ever felt in my entire life. 

“Merry Christmas,” she squeaked, voice still muddled with sleep. 

 My skin was cold from my trip outside and her body touched me like hot coals as I joined her in the bed again. “Best fucking Christmas present I’ve ever woken up to,” I mumbled as my hands sunk into her hair and I pulled her lips to mine. 

It didn’t matter that we’d been up all night together, or that the sun had barely broken through the thin slit of uncovered window in my bedroom. I needed more of her in a way that felt outright obsessive and there wasn’t anything in the world but Ophelia that would stop me from having it. 

 Her tongue slid against mine, rousing me back to life in an instant as she wrote the invitation I needed in cursive with her nails across my back. My fingers slipped between her legs and found her needy for attention, and she pressed herself into my palm searching for relief.

“You’re just as bad as me,” I said. “Wake up already wanting more.”  

Ophelia hooked a leg over my hip, shifting us entirely, and then I was looking up at her. Brown hair hanging in a waterfall, the peaks of her nipples teasing in front of my face. I lifted my chin and took one into my mouth, licking and grazing the bud with my canines. 

She rolled her hips like a wave over my lap and I gritted my teeth, bucking forward. “I want to ride you,” she said, dropping her palms to my shoulders to keep herself upright as she let out a satisfied hum. 

Every piece of me wanted to wrap Ophelia in a hug like a bear and roll her underneath me again. Her little frame was adorable to watch, grinding again and again against the front of my sweatpants, leaving the evidence of how wet she was for me right on the fabric. No inhibitions, sexy as sin, shamelessly getting herself off on the bulge of my cock. 

I squeezed her so hard I knew I’d leave marks. Perfect outlines on the outsides of her thighs as I dug them into her, guiding her back and forth. Our breathing mingled, her sounds edging me further into a frenzy.

I couldn’t help myself for long, my hands slipped into my waistband and I pushed my sweats down to my knees. “If you want to rub yourself on me Ophelia, I want to fucking feel it. You hear me?”

Her eyes deepened from an aquamarine to indigo, clouded with lust. The tip of my cock dipped into her briefly as she settled herself at my hips only to be rutted back, sliding through her center when she ground against me again. 

God, I wanted to feel her fucking raw. 

The thought hung there, that teasing thrust exciting us way more than it should have.

“I want inside.” I clenched my jaw. “Sit on it.” 

Ophelia stretched over me to the nightstand, snagging a rubber, and I didn’t even give her the time to do it herself. I took it and rolled it on before her breathing settled back to normal. Then she reached between us and my head fell back against the pillow as her little palm tightened around me and pulled. 

“I want to go slow.” She rose up on her knees, the tip disappearing inside her shortly after, and my patience dripped like egg white. Inch by devastating fucking inch until her pussy was pulsing around the entire length of me all the way down to the base. 

“Fuck yes.” I groaned. 

One of my hands found her breast, the other remained a silent guide as she found a rhythm bouncing up and down on me. I’d gone from freezing to burning up in an instant as pure fucking heat shot through my spine. It was hard to last with Ophelia, she felt too fucking perfect. 

“That’s so good.” A deeper measure took over my voice. “Use it like you fucking mean it.” I planted my heels and drove into her, meeting her halfway and hitting a deeper spot than she ever could on her own. Her love stained lips parted and she whined. 

“Yes, O. Just like that.” The dance continued, I thrust, and she came down like lightning meeting metal every time. My hands shook, roaming freely up and down her body, settling on her neck, and I’d never in my life choked a woman during sex but I wanted her in the palm of my hand in every fucking sense of those words. 

I tightened my grip ever so slightly, testing that impulse and feeling her heartbeat against my touch, and her eyes rolled back. 

“Frankie…” 

We came together harder, faster. Her arms gave out and her chest met mine, my hand around her neck ended up tangled in the hair at the base of her skull, pulling her lips into the crook of my neck as we fucked relentlessly, our bodies stitching into one. 

“Say it again.”

Every move, every breath was flawlessly synchronized. Like we’d choreographed it in our sleep.

Ophelia whispered, breathlessly this time. “Frankie…” 

I was on a perpetual edge, but I physically felt my balls draw tight at the sound of my name slipping through her lips. That, paired with her skin slapping against me with every lap of her hips. She was so turned on we were dripping with it as I widened my legs, pushing her thighs further apart so she could take me even deeper. 

Her mouth found my neck, sucking and biting, branding me with aggression all the while muffling her tiny gasps and moans. “Give your lips,” I panted. We hummed into a bruising kiss, less relief, more endless friction, we couldn’t get close enough. If she could crawl inside of me, I’d fucking let her. I’d keep her. 

“I’m so close,” she mumbled. “God, I’m so fucking close.”

“Yeah?” I kept my pace, sinking my teeth into her jaw. “What do you need?” 

“This,” she breathed. “Don’t stop. Fuck, this feels so good.” 

Sweat beaded at my temple and a fever I’d been keeping at bay broke at the top of my tailbone. Her walls pulsed around my dick, sucking at me, pulling me in deeper and I growled into her neck, keeping myself together as her climax built. “Come for me, baby. Come so good on my cock, O.” 

Every muscle in her body tensed at once, her legs locking around my hips, lazy arms straining, her fingers flexed and ripped into the pillowcase on either side of my head. Her mouth dropped open and for a moment no sound came out, but then it hit all at once. She cried out, body trembling so hard I had to wrap my arms around her and hold her still. I thrust like a mad man through it, reaching my own high just as hers came to a close, emptying every last bit of myself, burying to the fucking hilt inside of her. 

My chest was hammering against Ophelia’s as she went limp again on top of me. “Jesus fucking Christ.” 

“I can’t feel my legs,” she murmured, soft lips shaped into a smile against my collarbone. 

“I can’t feel my dick,” I huffed. “You’re wearing me thin, woman.” 

I hadn’t had that much sex since my first deployment, and every muscle in my fucking body was on fire. I talked a hell of a game for the staggering lack of mileage. My right hand would forever be devastatingly underwhelming after this. 

“Let’s stay in bed all day,” Ophelia suggested.

“Deal.” 

I stroked my fingers down her spine, silently counting the vertebrae as I touched them. T-five, T-six, T-seven…. perfectly aligned L-one through five. Ophelia jolted the lower I reached, giggling like a maniac and then squirming away from me. 

I grinned. “Ticklish?”

“Extremely.” 

 “That’s ammo for another day.” I pinched her side and she squealed in amusement. I was pocketing every last little thing I could about this girl, so much so it was weighing me down like lead. When I tried to move on I’d be slow to get anywhere without giving up a piece of her first.