Page 19 of A Beary Merry Christmas

Dropping my bags on the floor, he scooped me up into his arms and made a beeline for his bedroom.

I squealed, throwing my arms around his neck. Leaning in, I stole several kisses before he laid me down in the center of the bed. I laughed as he growled playfully, leaping on the bed and covering me.

He peppered my face with kisses. “You are so damn cute.” Sitting back on his heels, he pulled off my boots. Licking his lips, he openly stared at me.

One by one, he began to remove my layers, feathering kisses over my flesh as he did so, until I was naked and he was still clothed. Sitting back on his heels again, his gaze roamed me. He didn’t bother to hide the heat in his depths, proof that he truly wanted every inch of me. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” The reverence in his tone had my chest constricting, had emotion welling within it.

Bending forward, he drew his lips along the fullness of my thigh, across the span of my hips and down my other thigh.

Biting my bottom lip, I tensed as he hovered over my apex. Only one other man had gone down on me, and it was less than memorable or enjoyable.

Abruptly, he leapt off of the bed and hauled my ass to the edge of it. Wrapping his arms around my thighs, using his shoulders to force my legs towards my chest, he peered up at me. “Get ready to count.”

I gasped as his fingers parted my lower lips and his tongue connected with my clit. Pleasure flickered through my core, sending waves tingling outwards.

Languidly, he tasted and teased me. The moment I knew what to expect, he changed it up, increasing his pressure, manipulating his speed, alternating his approach, adding another element of surprise.

Before long, he had me wriggling, bowing into his every touch, unashamedly begging for more.

Pressure bound my limbs. Need knotted in my womb, had me straining, whimpering, for more. My nipples were tight peaks, begging for attention. My pussy was a wet mess, longing dripping from me as he carried me to the edge and threw me over.

Grabbing his forearms for leverage, I cried out, pleasure assaulting me. Shudder after shudder of delicious sensations swept through me, had me gasping for air, had me pressing into his caress, had satisfaction warming my curves even as fresh longing bloomed, for him, for more of whatever he was offering.

Dragging his tongue along my slit once more, his mouth departed me. A devilish gleam appeared in his depths. “Count,” he commanded.

Oh, God. Novel flutters tickled my pussy. The authority in his tone, the unyielding demand of his word had me ready to do whatever he asked and then some. “One.”

Drawing a finger down my sopping slit, he pressed a hand behind one knee, pushing my leg back, spreading me further, baring more of me to him. He made it clear that there would be no hiding from him.

My lips parted around a moan as he shoved two fingers inside me, pausing once they were all the way inside me. Lowering himself again, this time, he closed his mouth over my breast. Without warning, he nipped and sucked one turgid tip while thoroughly, furiously fucking me with his fingers.

My cries reached new volumes as he drowned my plush figure with a different type of pleasure. Just when the pleasure was ebbing, about to be smothered by the pressure of my need, he switched breasts and rubbed the pad of his thumb along the spine of my clit.

All of me clenched, constricted, preparing for the inevitable. I dug my nails into his arm, my other hand holding his head to my chest. “Fuck, babe.” I groaned, arching into him. I swore my body was going to split down the center, my yearning reaching new heights as he relentlessly commanded my curves.

I found myself holding my breath, my pleas broken weeps of desperation as all of me knotted. Stressing, stretching, shoving into him, I threw my head back, overcome and yet needing more.

Then he added another finger, filling me completely, pushing me over the edge again.

“Oh, fuck!” Pleasure cascaded through me, the intensity of it twice what it was the last time, my nerve endings still hypersensitive. My pulse pounded in my ears, my vision blurring at the edges. My voice was hoarse as all of me was flooded with relief, with powerful, beautiful sensations that required all of my energy yet replenished it somehow. Tingles prickled every pore, awareness amplifying my senses, my response to every caress and stroke.

He slowed, gradually bringing me down from my high. Heaviness settled into my limbs as he broke away. Quickly, he stripped and returned to me. With one, lithe move, he set me back in the center of the bed. Covering me, he aligned his prick at my entrance. He cocked a brow expectantly, holding still.

I bit back a smile, feeling myself flush. “Two.”

Balancing the weight of him on his elbows, he captured my lips. Gently, he rocked forward, pushing into my wet heat, slowly filling me.

Lifting my legs, I curled them around him, crossing my ankles behind him, hauling him closer.

We both groaned as he fully sunk into me. A wave of pleasure burst through my lower half, had my pussy pulsing.

He exhaled heavily, pressing his forehead to mine. A shudder vibrated him. “Fuck, babe. You feel so fucking good.” His voice was laden with tension.

Abruptly, he pulled out of me, retreating. He shook his head negatively. “I can’t do it. I’m not gonna last in that heavenly cocoon.” Damn, he was cute when he was flustered. “What do you want, beautiful? Fingers or mouth?”

My heart warmed. “It’s okay. Two is more than I’ve ever had at one time.”

“Nope.” He refuted my offer. “A promise is a promise, and I don’t ever plan on breaking one with you.” He met my gaze, ensuring his sincerity was received. He was every ounce of the amazing I dreamed of and then some. He was putting his own needs and wants aside to fulfill mine.

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