Page 27 of Just for the Holidays
“Yes,” she panted as she pumped two fingers inside herself, and he had to taste her. He spread her labia and put his mouth on her. She moaned low, rolling her hips into his mouth, and soon her legs were trembling as an orgasm washed over her.
He was going to die if he didn’t get inside her soon. He lapped and sucked at her a few more times while she lay on her back, sated and so beautiful it almost hurt to look at her. He made quick work of his clothes and soon he was kneeling between her thighs. He took a moment to admire the wild beauty on his bed. The woman whom he’d been telling himself for so long he couldn’t love. And what empty, cowardly lies those had been. He wasfullof love for her, and even if that meant having to let her go, he would not waste what she was offering him.
“Mmm.” She pushed into his touch as he slid the palms of his hands over her. First, her calves, then up her legs, the inside of her thighs. He pressed the heel of his hand to her core, making her suck in a breath. He gripped her hips and caressed the softness of her belly, pressing his lips at her navel. He cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples, making her arch for him.
“You’re so beautiful,” he told her as he touched her. He bent down and kissed her, her taste still on his tongue. He felt her hands on his shoulders, on his back, and it was like his skin was coming back to life. Each caress woke up a part of him that had been asleep for far too long.
He pulled back for a second and hovered over her. “Hi,” she told him through a smile, and he felt his heart crack a little from how sweet she was. How would he ever walk away from this?
“When do I get to see if you still have the magic touch?” Perla asked as she stroked Gael. She felt him shiver as she squeezed on the head of his penis.
“Very, very soon,” he promised her, and made his way down her body. Her first orgasm had already been so intense that she feared she’d be too sensitive, but as soon as he touched, she instinctively spread her legs wide to give him more access. Gael’s hands were a marvel. Gentle and rough at once. His fingertips could flutter over her skin like butterfly wings one moment and the next roughly bring her to her climax. If this wasn’t so good, she’d almost regret doing it. Because sheknewthe descent would be grim. Losing him the last time had been almost unbearable, and she knew this time it would be worse. He hadn’t made her any promises beyond this day, but how she wished this man could be hers forever.
“Oh,” she gasped as she felt slick fingers at her vulva. She’d seen him grab the lube and now she felt the slippery gel as he applied it on her. He smoothly slid two fingers in, then flipped his hand so that he could massage that spot inside that made her tremble. “Mmm...right there, Gael.”
“You love that,” he purred as his hands expertly caressed her. “You’re so wet and hot, clenching my fingers. So tight. I can’t wait to be inside you.”
“Can we test that theory soon?” she panted as he did something delicious to her with his thumbs. “Please.”
“Since you asked so nicely.” She opened her eyes and found that his face was a lot more serious than his words had been. She looked down her body and saw that he was rolling on a condom. Perla raised her knees so he could see that she welcomed this. More than welcomed—she burned for him. Had dreamt about this moment so many times, it almost felt surreal. And even if Gael would never be hers again, right now the only thing that mattered was having him inside her. After coating himself with lube he put a pillow under her hips, and soon the tip of his cock was nudging at her entrance.
“Are you ready for me, sweetheart?” His eyes were wide open and the way his lips tugged up into a sexy smile made all the air rush out of her lungs. The way he touched her would be what she’d always remember from this nightand she would remember. The intensity of his gaze, the raw need, was electrifying. To know she made this strong, beautiful man—whom millions of women thought of as the perfect male specimen—tremble with desire was overwhelming.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he demanded as he pushed in. He gritted his teeth as he entered her with excruciating patience until he was in to the hilt. She felt so full, like he was inside her and around her.
“How does it feel?” he asked tautly.
“Like it’s almost too much. Like you’re stretching me all the way to the edge before pain but, instead of less of you, I want more,” she confessed.
“God, the things you say, baby,” he said and shuddered out a breath, and his face twisted in what looked like a mix of agony and ecstasy. “This is so sweet.” He was moving in her now and when he thrust in she felt a tightness and then a moment of real pain; it had been a very long time since she’d done this.
He looked down at her, face full of concern. “Do you need me to stop? I can pull out—”
She tightened her legs around him and shook her head. “Don’t you dare, Gael Montez. I’ve waited too long for this. I just need a moment.”
“Okay,” he said before pressing his lips to hers. He tipped her in a way that made her feel full to the brim. He rolled his hips into her and she met him stroke for stroke until the burning stretch turned into something languid and delicious.
She gasped when he pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach and then entered her again from behind. His hands pinched her breasts as he surged into her, making her cry out with mindless pleasure. Then, like he could read her thoughts, he brought his hand down and stroked her clit as he took her hard. Within moments she was crying out her orgasm and he followed her a moment later. His gasp of tortured pleasure, hot against her ear.
He held her to him for a few moments, their bodies still joined. He kissed her gently, her sweaty brow, her cheeks, and as he left her body he trailed kissed down her spine. “Thank you,” he whispered so low she thought she imagined it.
She almost thanked him, too, but she didn’t want to shatter the moment with words. Morning and reality were coming and she wanted to keep this perfect cocoon they’d built around them for as long as she could.
“Regrets?” he asked her as he ran a warm washcloth between her legs. Caring for her in a way that made her almost want to weep. He’d tried to sound neutral but she could see a wariness in his gorgeous eyes.
She shook her head and told him the truth. “Not a single one. It was worth the wait.”You were worth the wait.
Fifteen
“Feliz Navidad, cariño,” Gael whispered in Perla’s ear and yeah, this was a far superior Christmas morning wake-up than any she’d had in recent memory.
“Mmm...good morning,” she said as she stretched languidly in his arms. She was deliciously naked under layers of fluffy warm blankets and quite literally wrapped up in the man who had owned her heart since she was nineteen. She wanted to hold on to this feeling forever.
Gael rolled his hips into her, his hardness pressing into her backside, and just like that she was burning for him again.
“Someone has a special gift for me,” she teased as his hands roamed over her.
“I do,” he whispered hotly in her ear, while his hands plucked the tips of her breasts.
