Page 72 of Catching the Mistletoe

“Let go.”

She did, her body shuddering, her hips rocking, her clit pulsing under my thumb. It was amazing, the way she lost control, her breath catching in her throat, her body quaking and trembling. She fell forward, collapsing on top of me, her hair fanning out across my chest.

“I can feel your heart racing.” She moved her head, listening to my heart while I trailed the fingertips lightly up and down her spine.

When she squirmed at the sensation, I had to bite back a groan. “You keep wriggling like that, I’m gonna come.”

“Oh.” Raising her head, with a small frown between her brows, she said, “Why haven’t you?”

Rubbing the frown away, I smiled. “Because I’m waiting until you’re good to go again.”

“Again?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t know if I can do that.”

“Sure you can.” Running my hands down her back, I cupped her ass, holding her still as I flexed my hips. Her eyes darkened instantly. “See?”

“Mmm, I do see. Do it again.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I rocked my hips, loving the way Arabella’s breath caught, her eyes fixed on mine. Holding her still with my hands on her ass, I thrust up into her, my movements slow and deep.

“Oh, Mack.”

“Feels good.”

“Incredible.”

I loosened my grip on her ass so she could move with me and she did, her hips matching my rhythm, her eyes burning into mine. Arabella’s breath was hitching, her lips parted, her eyes bright. It was fucking magical, the way we were together, her body so hot and lovely, her skin damp with sweat.

“Don’t hold back.”

I didn’t. Threading my fingers through her hair, I tugged her head back, exposing the line of her throat. Arabella’s answering moan had me thrusting even harder, my movements faster, rougher. She slapped her hand against the headboard above me, her eyes almost blind with ecstasy.

Then the tension was building in her and when she was close enough, I kissed her hard, her name a whisper on my lips as my fingers twisted in her hair. Her whimper, and the way her body fluttered around my cock as she began to crest the wave, told me I could let go and I did, spilling into her as my body jerked beneath her. She stayed with me, her orgasm washing over her, her body shuddering, her clit pulsing again.

When we were finally done, we were a tangled, sweaty, breathless heap, our hearts thumping, her skin sticking to mine.

“Okay, so I didn’t know I could do that,” she said, when she could finally speak.

“No?”

“No. You did, though.”

“Yeah.”

“All that homework.”

“Yeah.”

She raised her head and honestly; she looked drugged, she was so sated. “Teacher’s pet.” I chuckled, and she smiled in response, kissing me softly. “Anyway, I’m glad you’re such an exemplary student.”

She nestled closer, her breathing slowing, her eyelids heavy. So gorgeous, with her skin all flushed, her features softened, her lush lips curved in a faint smile. I pressed a kiss to her forehead and tucked the blankets around us, wishing we could stay here forever.

Don’t do that.This was all about her, about giving her what she wanted. It wasn’t right or fair for me to want anything for myself. Still, it was going to be so incredibly hard to let her go when the time came. Just the very idea had a wave of emotion rolling over me, giving me an ache in the center of my chest. Christ, she was under my skin, well and fucking truly.

She stirred, her nose scrunching adorably. “Stop thinking so loud. Go to sleep.”

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