Page 17 of Fated Midlife Christmas
“Lars, I—” She trailed off as her breath quickened.
His name on her tongue was the final straw. He’d been holding himself back all night, but now he reached out and ran his finger along her jaw.
Amanda swallowed, and her gaze focused on his lips.
He bent to kiss her, pulling her close. She was just as soft and warm as when they’d kissed at the clanhouse under the mistletoe, but this time her body quickly relaxed in his arms. Her lips parted slightly, and he slipped his tongue between them.
She tipped her head back, opening up to him. A soft moan escaped her throat and echoed in his mouth.
Lars explored further, his tongue gliding down the length of hers. He savored the velvety texture and the eager ripple of it as it moved to join his, twining and dancing.
Her breasts pushed against his chest as her hands worked along his skin, her fingertips carefully roaming across his pecs, over his shoulders, and down his arms. Amanda’s hair swept down her back, tickling his wrists as he held her against him.
Lars found that there was much less room in his jeans than there’d been a few minutes ago. Amanda’s body crushed against his hardness, and he had no doubt she could feel it, too.
When she pulled back from his kiss, the softness of desire in her eyes told him that she definitely knew, and she was pleased. Her lips were a swollen pink from his kisses, and they quirked up in a wide smile as she once again ran her hands down his arms. Instead of circling back up his abs and across his chest, as she’d done a few times now, she brought them down to his waistband. “Do you know what I think?”
“Hm?” Lars could hardly think at all. Pure instinct had taken over, and he only knew that he wanted to feel more of her skin against his.
“We should hang these up so they have a chance to dry.” She fingered the denim, playing with the button without unfastening it.
“We could do that,” he said slowly, keeping one arm firmly around her waist while he raised his other hand to touch her collar, “but then things would be a little too uneven.”
She moved her hands down between their bodies, her fingers brushing the naked skin of his stomach, flickering in the thin line of hair that ran down from his navel. “Then we’ll just have to do something about that, too.” She unfastened the button and then slid his fly down. Her hand slipped into the opening, her palm caressing his hardness through his boxers as she reached up to kiss him once again. Her tongue slid against his in time to the long strokes of her hand.
Heat flamed through his veins. Lars cupped his hands around the base of her skull, his eyes closed as this new rhythm took over them. He wasn’t even undressed yet, and already she promised him pure ecstasy. He slowly glided his touch down the sides of her throat, feeling the tendons shift with every movement of her tongue. Blindly, he found the top button of her shirt. It was tiny, a challenge for his thick fingers, and he was tempted to just grab the fabric and rip it away. But this was Amanda. This was his mate. This was a chance he’d been dreaming of for a long time, and he wanted it to last.
Lars slipped the first button free and moved to the second. He could feel the quick thrum of her heart, sending quakes through the silky material. The third button was right between her breasts, and the fourth just beneath them, the curves brushing against the backs of his hands. He worked furtherdown to find the softness of her abdomen, and then he pushed the shirt from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
Amanda broke their kiss to slide his jeans down his hips and thighs and tossed them over the back of her vanity chair. “They really do need to dry,” she giggled.
He sucked a breath in through his nostrils. “And we really do need to even things up again.” Amanda was a sight to behold, her generous breasts rounding up from the cups of her pale pink bra, but he longed to see more. Lars released the button of her linen pants. They had wide legs, so they fell to the floor as soon as he wriggled them past her hips. “Holy shit.”
“What is it?” Her smile was nervous now.
“You’re even more gorgeous than I imagined.” Lars bit his lip as he wrapped his fingers around her hips.
Suddenly shy compared to the bold woman who’d asked to take his pants off a few minutes ago, Amanda ducked her head a little. “I don’t know about that.”
“I do.” He slipped one finger under her bra strap, lifting it slightly as he ran his finger down the underside of the cotton until he reached her breast and caressed the top of it.
“Should I turn off the lights?” Amanda reached past him toward the wall.
“No, if that’s alright with you. I want to see you.” Spotting the full-length mirror on the closet door, Lars spun her around. He pulled her tightly against him as he ran his hands over her stomach, slowly and firmly. He kissed her shoulder as he unfastened her bra and released her breasts. She pulled it off her arms, and he cupped the heavy globes in his hands, so warm and smooth. Her nipples hardened as he ran his thumbs over them.
Amanda’s head fell back, rolling against his shoulder. He watched their reflection as he glided down her stomach and into her panties. He pushed the thin cotton down her thighs until hecould see her. His hand skimmed along her inner thigh and then up between her legs.
Her breasts heaved with her breath as he explored, and their movement sent a new wave of desire through him. So did the heat of her core.
Her breath became more rapid as he increased his speed. Her head thrashed, and her hips began rolling in a slow, luxurious twirl. His manhood, still bound by his boxers, was firmly seated between her buttocks. She ground against him as he brought her higher and higher. Her eyes closed. Her breath hitched. She panted for a few beats, and then she moaned. Amanda lifted her arms and clung to his neck for support as she twisted and writhed, her sweet nectar running down over his hand.
That display nearly had him undone on its own. Lars spun her around again, this time bringing her to the bed. She snagged the waistband of his boxers as she sat on the edge of the comforter, freeing him before she lay back and spread her legs.
He plunged inside her, ecstasy threatening as he felt that deep heat wrapping around him. He pressed himself as tightly against her as he could before he began moving his hips. She moved along with him, her body coming up to meet his and then dipping away again.
He bent his head and captured her nipple in his mouth, sucking, teasing, flicking. Amanda arched her back and ran her fingers through his hair, sending goosebumps across his scalp. When he let go of her nipple, his saliva shone in the light, his mark on her.
She was his.
