Page 79 of The Holidays with Mr. Mitchell
Jim’s mouth captured mine in a fervent kiss, both of us tense and moving in perfect rhythm as we always had. Everything was coiling up inside me. My clit felt like it was already throbbing with an orgasm that hadn’t even made its way there yet.
While Jim’s kiss remained possessive and powerful, I planted both feet on the counter and thrust myself into him. “I need more,” I begged.
“Turn around,” he said, pulling out and gently guiding me to lie flat against the stone surface.
His lips ran down from the back of my neck to the center of my spine, while his hands maneuvered my hips to allow him to enter me from behind.
“Baby,” I said, feeling him deeper than before. “God,” I leaned up and sat back into him, both hands up, behind me, and pulling his face back to me.
His lips trailed a fiery line over my shoulders, while his hand went for my clit. The pressure of Jim’s firm fingers, rolling and moving the most sensitive spot on my body, was enough to make me explode into a million pieces.
Jim’s cock ran hard into my G-spot, and there was no stopping the orgasm that was building and about to explode out of me. I rocked my hips back toward him, rolling my eyes every time his tip rammed into my sweet spot.
“I can’t hold back,” I said.
“Don’t.”
Jim moved more aggressively, his growls coming lower and deeper, and I knew my man was right there with me.
“Come, Av,” he ordered.
And as if my body reacted to his commands, not my mind, I shattered all over him. The coiled-up sensation that broke free in that instant had me trembling everywhere. While I continued to ride this wave of passion and desire, Jim slammed one last time into me, and then we both collapsed, gasping for air.
“God, you’re the best there is,” I said, leaning back into where he pulled me into his chest.
He kissed the top of my head. “I feel like Nat and Spence owe us another night with no kids,” he chuckled.
“You think you have one more round in you before we go? That went pretty quick,” I teased, running my fingertips along the hard muscles of his forearms.
“I think that’s the only fault I have with the fire and ice technique,” he chuckled. “I can’t hold back like I usually can. Everything builds too fast and releases too quickly for my liking.”
I laughed and turned to kiss him. “I agree. But we can call it our new foreplay.”
He kissed my lips back. “Of course, we have one more round,” he offered, “but this time, in our bed.”
“Getting too old for the table top shit?”
“No, gorgeous,” he said, “the stone is freezing my ass currently, and I won’t be able to get hard again at this rate.”
“Excellent point,” I said, gently sliding off the counter.
The next thing I knew, I was over Jim’s shoulder, and we were trotting up the stairs together. I had to say, he and I most certainly found the best way to complement our silly little spa visit today and get ourselves back on track again after all the lame bullshit.
It had been a hell of a week, that much was sure, but the way we pulled out of it and came back together made that insane week feel like it had never happened. Thank God, too, because I had no idea how difficult the holidays were about to become with party planning and the stupid internet sending my poor husband trending over the dumbest shit.
THIRTY
Avery
It wasthe week before Christmas—the first time I’d truly allowed myself to think about the party Cat was furiously, and undoubtedly flawlessly, pulling together.
Over the past couple of weeks, between the silly fight Jim and I had landed ourselves in and, of course, Jim breaking the internet, I’d forced myself to focus solely on what mattered: my family.
But now, things were starting to get real again. Cat had called me first thing this morning, insisting I come see the set she’d “magically” finished. I didn’t know what to expect, but knowing her, it would exceed all imagination.
“Is there a reason I’m unable to see your Paramount venue?” Jim asked, dragging his razor in a perfect line along his jaw.
I watched him rinse the blade and go back to work with that quiet precision of his. God help me, I wanted to jump him right then. Something about a man shaving oddly did funny things to me.
