Page 56 of The Bright Side of Christmas
It was a good freaking night, and it’s only getting better. Adam shifts his hips beneath me, pressing himself somehow deeper into me. A deep groan leaves his lips, and that’s when I look down at him, gasping in horror.
“Oh my god, Adam. I can’t believe…I…and you didn’t. I’m so, so—” A blush burns over my cheeks as I realize I just made myself come on him, completely ignoringhisneeds, and then…stopped.
“If you fucking apologize for giving me the fucking show of a lifetime, for taking the pleasure you needed when I ordered you to do just that, I’m going to have to spank you for real.”
His threat is nothing of the kind, and instead, I tighten without meaning to around him.
I just came hard, yet suddenly, I’m feeling needy again already.
“Fuck, Wren,” he groans through gritted teeth, bucking up again into me. I give him a devilish look before tightening my inner muscles a second time, though this time it’s on purpose. “A fucking tease.”
I let out a little giggle, my chest feeling light. I didn’t know that sex could be like this—intense and ground-shaking andfun—but I should have known that’s what I’d get with Adam.
“What are you going to do about it?” I ask, trying to make my voice low and seductive. I think I nail it when his eyes flare with heat.
“Can you take another?”
“I…I don’t know?” I say with a giggle.
“Well, we can have fun trying,” he murmurs, hips lifting, pushing in deeper. I let out an outright moan at that.
“Okay,” I whisper when I catch my breath.
“Like this again?”
In the days since the snowstorm, we’ve had sex a handful of times, mainly with me on top,taking what I need, as Adam likes to say, though we’ve also moved to him finishing on topafterI come. I know Adam wants me to make all the decisions for now, so I push back my nerves and tell him what I want.
“Can we, um.” I bite my lip, looking to the side as a blush burns over my cheeks. “Can we try from behind?”
He lifts a hand, nothing but gentleness on his face as he cups my jaw and turns it back to face him.
“Tell me exactly what you want, Wren, and you’ll get it.”
A beat passes before I answer. “Hands and knees?”
He groans deep, closing his eyes, and I can’t help but feel pride at pushing his buttons and tugging at the strings of his control. It’s gone when his hands move to my waist, lifting my body. I mewl at the loss of him, something that pulls a chuckle from him before he tosses me to the bed and moves to his knees. Gently, his hands go to me, shifting and moving me until I’m on my hands and knees, Adam kneeling behind me. My breath hitches in my chest as he notches the head of his cock into me, then slowly, agonizingly slowly, pushes into me. A low groan escapes my chest at the sensation, at the way he slides against swollen tissue and hits me at a new angle. I tip my hips a bit, taking more of him, and he hisses when he finally sinks all the way in.
“Is this what you wanted, sweetness?” he asks, his hands on my hips. I nod quickly and moan as he slides out, then in again. “You wanted to be fucked, didn’t you?” I nod again, then groan when he picks up the pace. I start to back into him with each thrust in, my back arching as I do. He takes the hint and starts moving harder and faster.
“Fuck, you should see yourself like this, Wren. Taking my cock like my sweet little good girl, hips bucking back into me, begging for more.”
“Yes,” I breathe, my pussy tightening around him. It’s building again, bigger than before, and I moan. “Fuck, Adam. I’m close.”
A growl leaves his lips, and I tighten. “Tell me what you need, Wren.”
I moan as the head of his cock hits my front wall, but I don’t speak. I don’t tell him that I want him to reach around and rub my clit, to make me come a second time while he finds his own release.
“Wren,” he grunts. “Tell. Me. What. You. Want.”
He says it, thrusting in between each word, and my vision blurs, my pussy tightening with pleasure as I move closer and closer to the edge. I can’t speak, hell, I can barely even breathe. I shake my head, hair falling before me as I feel his fingers tighten on my hips. A deep growl leaves his lips, and I moan at the sound, but that turns into a scream when his hand leaves my hip and comes back down, hard and quick, spanking my ass.
I let out a scream of pleasure, and my body shakes, moving close to the edge. I tighten around him, and he bites out a curse.
“Of course, you fucking liked that,” he groans, sliding deeper than before as my back arches deeper. “My perfect fucking woman.”
My hands lose purchase, my mind no longer able to concentrate on keeping me up, and I lie down, my chest touching the bed. It changes the angle of his thrusts again, and I moan desperately, my hips moving back, needing more.
Adam’s hand moves back again and slaps my ass, the other cheek, and I tighten again, a pained, needy sound leaving my lips.
