Page 62 of Catching the Mistletoe

“What’s that?” Her voice was barely more than a squeak.

“Why did you bring this with you, if you knew we were going to be living so close to each other for this whole time?” I fucking loved it when she blushed like that.

My dick twitched when she bit her lip, eyeing me uncertainly. “I... I don’t really know. I just threw it in at the last moment.”

“I see. Give it to me.”

She handed it over, her eyes wide as I unwrapped it and held it in my hand, studying it from all angles. It was pink and purple and made of silicon, with a curved end. “What’s your favorite setting?”

“Jesus fuck.” Reaching over, she flicked it on, pressing the button until she got to the setting she liked.

“Ah, I see. That’s a nice vibration.”

“Yeah.” Her voice was strangled.

I handed it back, still buzzing. “Show me.”

Her eyes met mine, and I thought she was going to chicken out, before she slowly lifted the hem of her tank, pressing the vibrator against her bare stomach. She gasped, her eyes darkening as the vibrations spread over her.

“Keep going.” My voice was rough, and Arabella shivered, slipping the vibrator under the waistband of her shorts. Her breath caught in her throat and her eyes fluttered closed.

“Oh god.”

“That’s good, isn’t it?”

She nodded, gasping with pleasure, her hips moving of their own volition. She was a fucking vision, and it took every ounce of my willpower to hold back from giving her everything she wanted from me.

I let her get close enough that she thought she was going to come, then grabbed the vibrator away from her.

She let out a whimper of protest. “What the fuck?”

“Not yet.”

“Mack, oh my god, please.”

I switched the vibrator off and set it on the arm of the sofa next to me, leaning back against the couch. Arabella was shaking with frustration and I couldn’t blame her. I was shaking with the effort of not ripping her clothes off and giving in. Just when she thought that was the end of the show, I wrapped my fingers around her wrist, pulling her into my lap. I pushed my fingers into her hair, kissing her deeply, moving her so she was straddling me. Fuck, I could feel how wet she was through the shorts.

I was so fucking hard, my balls aching, as I slid my hands over Arabella, kissing and nipping at her neck, my tongue sliding over her collarbone. “Let me make you feel good.”

She let out a whimper, grinding her hips against me. “Please.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“Everything. Fuck, Mack, just...give me everything. I don’t even know.”

I did, though. “Lift your arms.”

She did, and I pulled her tank off, throwing it aside, before cupping her breasts, my thumbs rubbing over her nipples. “You like that.”

“Christ, yes.” With her eyes half closed, her skin flushed, her lips parted, she was breathtaking.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Arabella.”

She whimpered, her hips moving against me, her eyes on mine. “Fuck me, Mack, please. I’m begging you.”

“No.”

She sobbed with the intensity of her pleasure, her head falling back. “I can’t take this.”

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