Page 71 of Catching the Mistletoe

The anxious look faded, replaced by a cheeky smile. “‘Fucking excellent, because me too.”

“I’m glad to hear it.”

“Can we stop talking now so I can ride you like a pony?”

Her words had me fully erect and ready. In answer, I gripped the back of her neck, holding her still while I kissed her, hot and hard. She moaned against my lips, her hips shifting restlessly. Then she ran her hand over my stomach and lower, hesitating only a moment before wrapping it around my cock. Her touch was tentative, still unsure, and I moaned against her lips to let her know how good it felt.

I loved the way her nipples pebbled under my touch, the way she arched her back, pushing her breasts into my hands. Arabella’s fingers were surer now, her grip tighter, and fuck, it was amazing. “You’re so good.”

“Mmm.”

She shifted, kneeling above me, her hand working its magic. As much as I was enjoying it, I needed to touch her. Sliding my hands from her breasts, I traced the curve of her hips, the softness of her belly, the swell of her ass. Arabella’s eyes were half-closed, her gaze fixed on me, her lower lip caught between her teeth.

“Lie down.”

“But I wanna—”

“I know. And you can. But I want to touch you.”

With a breathy sigh, she did, stretching out beside me, her fingers still wrapped around my cock. I stroked her everywhere, loving the way her skin was so smooth and soft. Her breaths were coming quicker now, her hips shifting.

“Spread your legs.”

She did, her thighs falling apart, her hand still stroking me. I touched her, my fingers skimming over her skin, finding her clit. She gasped, her hips bucking, her fingers tightening. “Yes.”

“You’re so wet.”

“I know. I can feel it.”

“Play with me, Arabella. Just a little.”

Her eyes lit up, and she did, her fingers tracing the contours of my cock, her touch featherlight and teasing. Fuck, it was amazing.

“I love this.”

“I can tell.”

“Mack.”

“Yeah.”

“I want...”

“Tell me.”

“I want you.”

“Then have me.”

Arabella swung her leg over me, her hand guiding my cock. She was hot and slick, and the way she sank onto me, her back arching, her hands flat on my chest had my pulse racing. She rocked her hips, her movements hesitant at first, then surer as she found her rhythm.

“You’re so good.”

“Yes.”

I ran my hands over her thighs, her belly, her breasts, loving the way she was moving, her hips flexing, her body so hot and lovely. Arabella’s eyes were dark with desire, her teeth again caught in her lip, her breath coming quick and fast. She was beautiful, so sexy and free, and this was incredible.

She rode faster, and I was so close, so hot for her, my cock aching. I needed her to come quickly, so we could go for a second round, so I slid my hand between us, finding her clit with the pad of my thumb. Christ, the moan she let out almost made me explode. I gritted my teeth when she moved her hips faster, her eyes drifting closed and her head falling back. Her nails scratched my chest as her whole body tensed, and she let out another moan that skittered over my skin.

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