Page 65 of Santa Maybe
As if aware of his need, she gave a lazy murmur. “Is it morning yet?”
He pushed her hair to the side and kissed the back of her neck. “Merry Christmas, Rosie.”
“Merry Christmas, Drew. It’s so nice having you here with me.”
“Waking up with you is the best Christmas present ever.” He trailed his lips to the sensitive area behind her ear and let his tongue linger there. But when he reached beneath her T-shirt to cup her breasts, she turned to face him, her dark eyes flashing with arousal.
“Not so fast,” she said. “FormyChristmas present, I want to call the shots. Are you okay with that?”
“No argument here.” He lay flat on his back, enjoying the view as she stripped off her shirt and straddled him, wearing nothing but her lace panties. With the sight of her gorgeous breasts just within reach, he tried to touch them, but she swatted his hand away.
“Hands over your head. If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you play later. But now, I want to be in charge.”
* * *
Normally,Rosie wasn’t the type to take control in the bedroom, especially since being naked made her self-conscious. But every time she and Drew had made love, he’d told her how much he appreciated her body. Little compliments and gestures that had built up her confidence. Now, she was ready to take the reins.
She tugged the covers to the side, exposing them both to the chilly morning air. Leaning down so that her breasts brushed against his broad chest, she kissed him softly, teasing his lips with the promise of more before kissing his forehead, his eyelids, and the adorable dimple in his cheek. She wanted to memorize every inch of his features. To know him in a way she never had before.
Little by little, she worked her way down, brushing her lips against his Adam’s apple and his collarbone. Burying her face in his soft chest hair, she ran her tongue over each nipple before tweaking them with her teeth.
“Rosie, I want you so badly,” he said.
“I know.” She gave a wicked laugh. “And you’ll get me. I promise. Just let me have my fun. Now, don’t move your hands.”
With quick fingers, she removed his boxers and tossed them to the side. Then she continued mapping his body with her lips. His taut stomach. The curve of his hip bones. His sturdy thighs. Making him groan and writhe beneath her. Still clad in her panties, she straddled him and rubbed herself against his hard length, her core aching and wet with need. Desire shot through her, and it was all she could do not to make herself come, but she wanted them to experience it together.
Easing off him, she removed her panties and grabbed a condom from the nightstand drawer. “May I put this on you?”
“Yes, but are you sure you’re ready? I want you to enjoy this, too.”
She unwrapped it and sheathed him, making sure to draw out the sensation. “Trust me, I’m enjoying every second.” Then she lowered herself onto him, gasping as he filled her to the hilt. She rode him slowly, loving the feel of him buried deep inside her, until he begged again.
“Rosie, I need to touch you.Please.”
She gave her hair a saucy toss. “Fine. Give me everything you’ve got.”
With lightning speed and a touch of finesse, he flipped her over while still inside her. Once she was on her back and he was hovering above her, he gave her a wolfish smile. “Now you’re going to get it, you naughty girl.”
“Ooh, yes, please. Hard and fast. But—”
“Don’t break the bed. I know the drill.” He pumped into her. “Jesus, Rosie, you’re so wet. You feel so fucking good.”
She reached up to draw him nearer, relishing the feel of his muscular body pressed against hers. As he drove in deeper, she let out a throaty moan. “Keep going. I’m so close.”
“I know, sweetheart.” He gripped her ass tighter, squeezing it until she gasped again. “I’m gonna make it last for as long as I can.”
When she looked into his eyes, she saw all of him. The man she loved, holding nothing back. She kissed him passionately, feeling a connection that went deep into her soul. His kisses were hungry and demanding, and she returned them with equal fervor.
As she neared her peak, she dug her nails into his back, bit into his shoulder, and urged him on. The rush of pleasure was sweet and intense. She held on tight, letting the sensations wash over her. “Yes, Drew. Yes.”
And then he was panting, groaning, calling out her name. He gave a few more thrusts before letting his body sag against hers. She held him tight, cocooned in their little bubble, until he got up and disposed of the condom. Once he was done, he lay back down and drew her into his embrace. She rested her head on his shoulder, drawing patterns on his chest with her fingers.
“That was incredible, mi amor,” she murmured.
“Mi amor? Does that mean ‘my love’?”
Had she said too much? She stiffened, suddenly afraid she’d ruined their afterglow, but he ran his hand along her arm. “My Spanish is terrible, but that’s what it meant, right?”
