Page 31 of Holidate Fail
“You’re beautiful,” he said, thrusting and flicking and caressing. “And so ready for me.”
His words brought her to an arousal she’d never experienced. She hadn’t believed it was possible to be as hungry as she was right then, for the man she’d been dreaming of since high school. “Kelly.” His name was a gasp. It was all the air she could use.
“Hmmmm?” he hummed around her nipple.
She moaned at the shock of pleasure.
“Your panties are soaking,” he said. “I can feel it through my boxers. You’re going to come, aren’t you, without my hand even touching you there.”
The low, sexy rumble of his voice ricocheted down to every nerve. She locked one leg around his hip and moved, giving over to the sensations. This was Kelly. Her Kelly, who was doing, saying these things that brought her into a place of fantasy where her body moved without her command. Where it moved with his.
He wrapped a hand in her hair again, suckling on her neck as he tugged her long locks. Her hands gripped his back as stars blanketed her eyes.
“Kelly,” she moaned. The muscles under her hands pulsed with his movements.
“Yes, Dahlia.” He shifted a bit, then his hand slid easily into her wet sex.
Incredible. That’s what it was. Because it was him. Her breath escaped her in ragged gasps as ecstasy beyond belief rose inside her. She clung to him as a slow throb filled her body. She glided against him, eager to fulfill the longing inside her.
She broke on the low grunt that ripped from his throat, her body demanding she yield as the surge of passion and pleasure overwhelmed her. She flew to heights unimagined, crying out as her muscles tightened over and over before she shattered.
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Kelly was knocked out at the sight of Dahlia limp and spent beneath him, her glorious tresses spread over the pillows and tangled in his fingers, just as he’d imagined many times in the past twenty-four hours. Her orgasm had brought him a surge of unexpected intimacy. He’d given plenty of orgasms before, but this…was different. And he wanted more of whatever it was. More for her. More for them both.
He shifted to the side and stripped off his boxers, then hooked his thumb over the elastic of her soaked rainbow panties and pulled, eager to have her climax around him.
And paused. “Damn. I don’t have any condoms.”
Her eyes slitted open and her eyebrows drew down, showing that crease between them. “But we…I mean, I…” she swallowed. “There’s more?”
He huffed out a laugh and kissed her neck. She smelled so good, warm and sweet, that he could be happy just basking in her scent. “Honey, we’re just getting started.”
A shudder ran through her body, and he barely kept his greed for her under control. He’d explode right then if she did that again.
A slow smile appeared on lips swollen from his kisses. “I’ve got it covered. Not literally. I’m on birth control.”
That was all he needed to hear. He fit himself in the vee of her thighs and gently pushed into her.
At least, it was his intention to be gentle. As soon as the head of his cock entered her, Dahlia dug her heels into the bed and tilted her hips to sheath him fully.
The rush was immediate, with every cell of his body erupting with need. He forced it back, wanting to hear her scream his name before he allowed himself release. But damn, it was hard. He’d spent the last day wondering what it would be like to hold her, to be with her. The reality of Dahlia was better than anything he could have dreamed on his own. That a woman with her intellect, that this beautiful person with a keen sense of humor would choose to be with him.
He rolled his hips, and she moaned and held on even tighter, her fingertips kneading his muscles.
He trailed a hand down the smooth skin of her back, his weight resting on his other forearm. When he reached the sweet curve of her ass, he pulled her closer and sped up his thrusts. He had wanted to savor this moment, but her quivering body sent him into overdrive. She didn’t seem to mind, if her sharp little cries and gasps for air were any indication.
Her head fell back, and a low moan escaped her lips. He shuddered as the moan traveled through him. She better come soon or he was going to fall apart.
Blind instinct took over. He trailed kisses down her neck until he reached her full breasts with their beautiful rosy pink nipples, and pinched the hard nub as he plunged into her. That was all Dahlia needed, her arms locking around his back as her hips strained against him.
Nothing he’d ever imagined or experienced matched the feeling of Dahlia shattering in his arms, her body pressed tight against him. Frantic need and desire made him growl, a primal sound from his chest that screamed she was his, as he drove into her on the verge of his own release. Her clenched muscles sent him over the edge. A guttural groan tore out of his throat as he came like an explosive detonation. A shudder ripped through him. He was barely able to shift before collapsing beside her on the bed, his arm turning her so they were face-to-face.
He smoothed her hair away from her face and kissed her thoroughly. She gave him a dreamy, sleepy smile that he felt in his toes.
This was insane. One time with this woman and he wanted to make it last through next week. Next month. Next year. The shy, studious girl he’d known had come into her own, even hiding behind a façade of confidence. He trusted her. Which he hadn’t realized he’d needed, but after getting divorced and then having business issues…his problems didn’t seem insurmountable when he was with her. He propped himself on his elbow and skimmed a finger down her breastbone, waiting for the erratic beating of his heart to slow.
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