Page 26 of A Very Killer Christmas
The decision is made, but he doesn’t move, eyes intent as they slide over my face. I breathe fast, a bit nervous and a whole lot excited. At last, he groans and shakes his head.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
Pleasure in the pit of my stomach mixes with astonishment. He is wretched, barely holding on to sanity. And it’s because of me. Because he wants me so much.
“Good. I’ll be good,” he mutters to himself as if in delirium. “Yeah. I can handle it.”
I have no time to answer because he explodes into action, hands trembling just slightly, sliding my camisole straps down my shoulders, the fabric stroking my hard nipples as it falls lower to gather around my stomach. He stops when my breasts are bared and just stares, breathing hard.
“Beautiful,” he says again. “Gorgeous. Here.”
I arch into him when his mouth sucks onto my nipple, hot tongue teasing me until I groan with pleasure. My legs kick out, searching for purchase, and he grabs my hips and presses them into the mattress, feasting on my breasts, torturing one until it’s almost too much and moving onto the other. I writhe in helpless pleasure that has no peak and no end.
“Good,” he says, pulling away, eyes unfocused as they trail over my flushed chest. “Let’s see now. Show me how wet you are. Open your legs, lovely thing.”
My heart stutters, faster and faster. He doesn’t wait for me to move. Impatient fingers hook under elastic, and he pulls my shorts down together with my panties. Broad hands settle on my knees and pull them wider apart. His breaths grow shallower, a burnished flush staining his cheeks. I clench my hands into fists and wait, exposed and needing him very much.
“Gorgeous,” he breathes after a lengthy pause, during which he doesn’t blink even once. “So pretty. I’m gonna touch you. Don’t be afraid.”
I shake my head helplessly because yes, that’s exactly what I need right now. To touch. To connect.
But he takes his time. His knuckles barely brush the dark hair covering my mound, and still, I jerk, the lightness of the touch almost violent when I expect a more direct caress. He does it again, leaning closer, eyes mesmerized. I want to giggle, because it seems ridiculous. I don’t understand the fascination.
Though, maybe I would—if he showed me his.
“You’re still dressed,” I choke out, reproachful.
He nods distractedly. “A minute, baby. Just give me a minute.”
Chapter 12
Rowley
I barely hold on to my sanity. The fact she’s letting me do this is like a still fresh shock, fireworks going off in my brain in a continuous, deafening celebration. I thought it would take weeks of careful wooing, and I was ready for the long haul, but here she is, her legs open wide for me like the best fucking present. I can barely keep it together.
“I’ll take care of you,” I promise again, reminding myself what the goal is.
If I didn’t care about her opinion and comfort so much, we’d be on round three right about now. She’d be overwhelmed, sore, pumped full. My cock jerks with a hot burst of pre-cum at the thought, and I close my eyes to calm the fuck down.
God, but I want her like this. Full of cum. No protection.
“Rowley, please,” she says, and I immediately come to attention. “I want to see you.”
I nod, looking at her sweet face, cheeks reddened, eyes huge and dark.
“Yeah. Yeah, of course.”
I keep staring until her expression shifts, revealing a hint of impatience. I grip the front of my sweatshirt and pull it off with a jerky motion, throwing it on the floor as I roll off the bed. I undo my belt so fast, I think I hurt my finger on the buckle, but I barely feel it. My pants come off, and I crawl back on top of her, completely naked. She stares at my cock, and I raise myself high on my arms, letting her look.
When she slowly stretches her hand toward it, I catch her wrist with a groan.
“No, baby. I’ll come in your hand. Later.”
She looks surprised, but I don’t have the mental capacity to explain how enormously turned on I am. Instead, I settle in closer and let my cock press right where she is the slickest, not yet entering. She’s so fucking wet, I can’t think straight.
“Like this for now, yeah?” I ask, catching her eye. “That goes inside you, baby. Hopefully.”
She releases a shaky breath. “But, it’s, uh… I’m not sure if I can… Because, uh, you were right. I mean. It grew.”
