Page 55 of Mistletoe and Mayday
Her hands slide down my chest, lingering over my heartbeat, then lower to my stomach. The brief pause has done nothing to diminish my desire for her. If anything, watching her come apart in my arms has made me want her more desperately than before.
Her fingers reach the waistband of my boxers, more determined now.
“Off,” she commands, tugging at the waistband. “I want to feel you. All of you.”
I’ve never needed anyone like this, with such bone-deep urgency. I strip off my boxers, my erection springing free, heavy and aching. She reaches for me, wrapping her fingers around my length. The first touch of her hand nearly undoes me.
“I’ve been thinking about this since the sleeping bag,” she admits, her thumb swiping over the sensitive head, spreading the moisture gathered there. “Well, not just this. All of it. You. Us. The whole sweaty, naked package. Though this is definitely a highlight.” She squeezes gently. “A very impressive highlight.”
I groan, half from pleasure, half from her ridiculous commentary. “Bailey.”
“What?” She grins up at me, shameless. “Just appreciating the goods. Complimenting the equipment. Admiring the?—”
I kiss her again, partly to silence her, but mostly because I can’t help it. Her hand keeps moving, exploring, driving me to the edge. I reach down to stop her.
“Not yet,” I manage. “I want to be inside you when I come.”
“Yes, please,” she whispers. “Now.”
I reach for my wallet, fishing out the condom Ialways carry. Bailey’s eyes widen when she sees it, a mix of relief and curiosity crossing her features.
“Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad you have one, but why do you carry condoms?” Her question holds no judgment, just her usual unfiltered curiosity.
“I’m not a cheater, if that’s what you’re asking.” The words come out more defensive than intended. I soften my tone. “Rebecca didn’t like to take pills, so we used condoms.”
Her fingers tremble as she takes the condom from me. The moonlight catches her face, showing the slight flush on her cheeks. When she touches me, rolling the latex down my length, I have to close my eyes. Each brush of her fingers sends sparks through my body. I focus on breathing, on not losing control under her careful touch.
“Is this okay?” she whispers, and the uncertainty in her voice makes me open my eyes. She’s watching my face, biting her lower lip in that way that drives me crazy.
“More than okay.” My voice comes out rough. Her hands are still moving, spreading warmth everywhere they touch.
She shifts beneath me, legs wrapping around my waist. The position brings us perfectly aligned, and the feel of her wet heat against me makes my vision blur.
“Please,” she breathes, rocking her hips. “Fuck me.”
I push into her slowly, watching her face. Her mouth falls open on a gasp as I fill her. The sensation is overwhelming—tight and hot and perfect.
Her fingers dig into my shoulders as I bottom out. “Oh God,” she moans. “You feel... That’s... Wow.”
I pause, fighting for control. She feels incredible. When she rocks her hips, I grip them hard enough to leave marks.
“Bailey.” My voice comes out rough. “Give me a moment.”
She kisses along my jaw, nips at my earlobe. “Don’t want towait.” Her inner muscles clench around me, making me see stars. “Want you to move.”
I withdraw slowly, then thrust back in. The sound she makes is pure sin. Her legs tighten around my waist, pulling me deeper.
“More,” she demands, meeting each thrust. “Harder.”
I comply, picking up the pace. My careful control slips with each thrust, with each unguarded sound she makes. She matches my rhythm, her body rising to meet mine, taking me deeper.
Her hands roam my back, my chest, anywhere she can reach. She can’t seem to stop touching, can’t stop moving. Even now, she’s constant motion and energy, like she needs to feel every part of me, memorize every muscle, every plane.
I slide my hand between us, finding her clit. Her whole body jerks at the contact.
“Sebastian!” The way she says my name makes me thrust harder. My own release builds, a tightening coil of pleasure.
Her nails rake down my back as she comes again, her inner muscles clamping around me in rhythmic pulses. The sight of her, combined with the exquisite pressure around my cock, pushes me over the edge. I bury my face in her neck, groaning her name as my orgasm crashes through me, more intense than anything I’ve ever felt.
