Page 58 of Dark Christmas
She looks up at me, her eyes locking with mine for just a second, and the sight of her lips around me nearly pushes me over the edge. I groan again, my hips bucking slightly as she takes me deeper.
“You feel so good, baby,” I whisper, my hand tightening in her hair, guiding her just a little. “I love how you make me feel.”
I’m falling harder for her with every touch, every breath, every moment I spend with her. And not just during sex.
She picks up the pace, her mouth moving faster, and I can feel it—I'm right there, ready to lose it. My breath hitches, my body tightens, but I don’t want it to end yet. Not like this. With a groan, I reach down, gently guiding her off my cock. She looks up at me, lips swollen, a mix of lust and curiosity in her eyes.
“Almost made me finish. You’re too fucking good at that.”
A wicked smile crosses her face. “I love the way you taste,” she says, her voice sultry and teasing. “And I love watching you when I’m working you like that.”
“Yeah?” I murmur, brushing my thumb across her bottom lip. “Well, I love how you look when I’m buried inside you.”
Her smile softens, and it hits me again—how much I love her. I lean down and kiss her, pouring everything I’m feeling into it. She melts into me, and I guide her onto the bed, pulling her close in a spoon position.
I slide into her from behind, her body fitting perfectly against mine, and a groan escapes my lips. I wrap my arms around her, my hands roaming her body as I kiss her neck, her shoulder, savoring every second of this.
She feels incredible, but more than that—she feels like home.
Her breath comes in soft moans, her body reacting to every move I make. She’s laid bare before me—her back arched, the curve of her hips pressed against me, every inch of her trembling with need.
“You feel so damn good,” I whisper against her neck, my lips grazing her skin. “So beautiful, so perfect.”
Her body starts to shake, her moans turning into breathless cries, and I can feel her clenching around me, on the edge of losing control. I hold her tighter, kissing her neck, murmuring loving words as I drive her right to the brink. Her body quivers, and then she breaks, coming hard around my cock.
I climb over her, pulling out just long enough to position myself on top. I take in the sight of her beneath me—her lips parted, her chest rising and falling, her hair splayed out over the pillow. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“You’re so goddamn gorgeous,” I murmur, leaning down to kiss her again.
She blushes at my words, and it only makes her sexier. She gives me a playful smirk, her eyes gleaming. “You’re not so badyourself.”
Her hands slide to my ass, gripping me with a teasing squeeze. “How long are you going to make me wait?” she whispers, her voice laced with desire.
With a groan, I push inside her, burying myself deep.
I start thrusting harder, the sound of her soft moans driving me wild. Every breath, every sigh she makes only pulls me further into her, my body responding to hers in ways I can barely control. Her hands grip my shoulders, her nails digging in as her body starts to tremble beneath me. I know she’s close—so close—and I want to take her right over the edge yet again.
“Come for me.”
Her moans get louder, her body tensing as I keep driving into her, harder, faster. She lets go, her orgasm crashing over her, her body tightening around me. I can feel every pulse, every shudder as she grips me, her pleasure flooding through her, and it’s enough to take me with her.
I explode inside her, my body tightening, every nerve lighting up. The feeling of her squeezing me, the warmth, the intensity, it’s all overwhelming. I empty into her, the pleasure so intense there’s nothing else, just the two of us.
I stay inside her, my lips trailing soft kisses over her face, her neck, her shoulders. I don’t want to let go of this moment.
When I finally slide out, I pull her close, wrapping her up in my arms.
“I love you,” I whisper, “more than anything.”
As she comes down from her high, I catch a very subtle shift in her mood.
“What’s going on?” I ask.
She bites her lip, then shakes her head. “Never mind; it’s nothing.”
“Are you sure?”
She glances away, her fingers playing with the edge of the sheet. “I’m just worried.”