Page 34 of Holly's Grizzly

Only… will we?

How much more time do we have?

I make myself shove the thoughts aside.

Tonight, we have an eternity.

Tonight, there’s no tomorrow, no next week, no uncertain future.

Tonight there’s just me and Holly and the sparkling magick between us, and nothing is going to ruin that.

And if I don’t get inside her soon, I’m not sure I’ll survive until tomorrow, anyway.

Holly reaches for me, a desperate little noise of protest lodging in her throat when I pull away.

“What are you doing?” she rasps, voice hoarse and threaded through with pleasure.

I let out a low, gruff laugh. “I’m not going to fuck you for the first time on the floor. I’m taking you to bed.”

13

Holly

I could get used to being in Irving’s arms.

Held steady, tucked into his embrace and still trembling with the last aftershocks of the orgasm he just gave me, I relax into his arms as he carries me to his bed and sets me down on soft flannel sheets.

I’m bare-ass naked, but he’s still fully clothed in his t-shirt and pajama bottoms. He watches me with dark, intent, half-hooded eyes as he strips beside the bed.

His shirt goes first, stripped away to reveal the broad, hairy expanse of his chest and stomach. Then his pants, slid so slowly down his legs that I just know he’s enjoying this. He’s enjoying watching me squirm, enjoying the needy, demanding noise I make and the way I can’t stop myself from reaching for him.

Irving climbs into bed wearing only a pair of black boxer-briefs. Crawling up the length of me, he settles between my spread thighs and rubs his fabric-covered erection against my bare pussy. The friction is amazing, even more so when he puts some of his weight into it, pinning me to the bed.

But it’s not enough.

“Irving,” I whisper, reaching down to tug at his waistband.

He kisses me long and slow and deep, continuing to rub his cock against me, but not allowing enough space between us for me to get them off of him. The pressure of him, the steady bulk of him on top of me, the warm kisses he presses to my lips and neck and breasts, all of it sends waves of pleasure coursing through me.

I thought dry-humping was just for teenagers, but god this is good. Good enough to have that low warmth building in my core again. Good enough for me to wrap my thighs around his waist and squeeze hard, a moan slipping out of me.

“I could make you come just like this, couldn’t I, sweetheart?”

I don’t even bother trying to disagree with that. I don’t do anything but rock my hips again, pressing closer, trying to get more friction so I can—

Irving pulls away.

I let out a wordless cry of protest, but he just chuckles, dropping his face to the crook of my neck and running his teeth over my too-sensitive skin while he finally, finally slides his boxers off.

“The next time you come, I want it to be on my cock. Can you do that for me, Holly? Can you let me feel that tight pussy of yours strangling me while I fill you up?”

Well, damn.

I already knew Irving had a way with words, but hearing that filth from him really, really does something for me.

“Yes,” I pant, arching my hips up in a silent demand. “Yes, I can do that.”

And I know I can.

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