Page 80 of The Christmas Fix
He started a leisurely pace that had Cat writhing against him, needing more. This slow, sweet slide of his body against hers, the gentle stroke of his hands, were doing things to her heart. She felt warm, open, worshipped.
He was making this too serious, too intense.
Cat pressed herself up onto her hands and flipped her hair. She stared at him over her shoulder. She caught his eye and gave him a dirty grin. “Fuck me, Noah.”
The second those words were out of her mouth, Noah clamped his hands on her hips and drove into her like a man on a mission. Stroking in and out of her, his measured pace tripped and then stumbled into brutal speed. Mindless with it, Cat curved her spine to change the angle.
“God, yes,” she murmured.
His fingers dug in, bruising the soft flesh at her hips, but Cat didn’t care. She wanted more of those soft grunts that were spilling from him. Wanted the stab of his fingers. Wanted the feeling of being impaled as he bottomed out inside her.
Harder and harder he thrust into her, his hips pistoning against her. He held her in place with hard hands.
Her breasts swayed with the thrusts, nipples dragging across the soft sheets and sparking her arousal.
She was mumbling nonsense. Begging for what they both knew he’d deliver.
“I want to come, Noah.” She shouted the request.
He shoved her shoulders down so only her ass was in the air and then slid his hands down to tug at her nipples.
“Touch yourself, Cat. Come on me. Make me feel it.”
His fingers pulled on nipples in a concerted rhythm like twin mouths. Cat slid her hand between her legs where their bodies joined.
Nothing mattered. Not time, not call sheets, not even Christmas. Just this.
Cat was an expert on her body. She knew just what pressure was needed. She used her fingers to rub and stroke her way to the top.
“Noah,” she gasped.
“I feel you, baby. Let it go. Need to feel you—”
The first delicious squeeze of her orgasm cut him off. Noah gritted out a sound of pleasure as Cat closed around him.
“Fuck, baby. Yes.”
His fingers never stopped their pulls at her nipples, and Cat felt her body slide into heaven between the strokes of his cock inside her and the tugs at her breasts. She closed over him again and again, riding out a blissful, soul-shattering release that left her weak-kneed and shaking.
She heard him, the guttural grunt of the build to his own climax.
“Come on me,” she heard herself say.
She didn’t need to say it twice. Noah was pulling out of her and dragging off the condom. Cat reached between her legs to cup his balls and peered over her shoulder. She didn’t want to miss a second of this fantasy she’d had for a straight month.
He fisted his cock, primed it once, and growled.
“Come for me, Noah,” Cat instructed.
He stared into her eyes, a madman out of control, as he dragged his hand down the length of his shaft.
“Faster,” Cat whispered, enthralled.
Noah obeyed, never breaking eye contact. The grip on his cock looked almost painful. Cat forgot for a moment that she had the soft cushion of his balls in her palm. Remembering, she tugged them down, palming them.
Noah’s nostrils flared, his green eyes hooded. Cat suddenly felt the sensation that she was his prey, not his tormentor.
“Harder, Noah.” She squeezed his balls, hard, saw the wince, but his hand sped up jacking his erection harder, faster, until his jaw locked tight and his breath stopped. Then suddenly his free hand was between her legs, fingers pressing on her clit, dancing over its slick surface.
