Page 41 of Christmas With The Broken Mountain Man
"Merry Christmas Eve," I echo, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips.
She deepens the kiss immediately, arms winding around my neck to pull me closer. Her body is warm and soft beneath mine, sleep-warmed skin and gentle curves that fit perfectly against my harder angles. I slide a hand under her shirt, palm skimming over her ribs to cup her breast.
"Someone's eager this morning," she teases against my lips.
"I'm always eager for you." I brush my thumb over her nipple, feeling it harden under my touch. "Every minute of every day."
"Prove it." Her legs part, inviting me to settle between them.
I don't need to be asked twice. I strip her shirt off, then her underwear, taking my time to worship every inch of exposed skin with hands and mouth. Her body is familiar to me now, I know the sensitive spot just below her ear that makes her gasp, the way she arches when I suck her nipples, how her inner thighs tremble when I kiss my way up them.
"Mason," she breathes, fingers tangling in my hair as I taste the sweetness between her legs. "Please."
I love when she begs, when she's so lost in pleasure that pride falls away. I redouble my efforts, tongue circling her clit as I slide two fingers inside her. She's already wet, already close, her hips moving instinctively against my mouth.
"That's it," I murmur against her sensitive flesh. "Let go, sweetheart. I've got you."
She comes with a cry, thighs tightening around my head, body shuddering with release. I work her through it, gentling my touch as the tremors subside, then kissing my way back up her body.
"Your turn," she says when she's caught her breath, reaching for my boxers.
But I catch her wrists, pinning them gently above her head. "Not yet. I'm not done with you."
Her eyes darken with renewed desire. "Is that so?"
"Definitely." I nip at her bottom lip. "I want to be inside you when you come again."
I settle between her thighs, the head of my cock teasing her entrance. The feeling of her, hot, slick and bare around me, is indescribable.
"God, you feel amazing," I groan as I sink into her fully.
Her legs wrap around my waist, drawing me deeper. "So do you."
We move together with practiced synchronicity, finding the rhythm that drives us both wild. Her nails dig into my shoulders,her breathing quickens, and I know she's close again. I slip a hand between our bodies, thumb circling her clit in time with my thrusts.
"Mason," she gasps. "I'm going to?—”
"Look at me," I command softly. "I want to see you."
Her eyes lock with mine as she shatters, her inner walls pulsing around me. The intensity of her gaze, the raw vulnerability and trust I see there, pushes me over the edge. I come hard, buried deep inside her, her name a prayer on my lips.
After, we lie tangled together, my head on her chest, her fingers combing through my hair. I listen to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat, feeling utterly content.
"What time are we supposed to be at Jax and Riley's?" she asks eventually.
"Not until six." I trace lazy patterns on her stomach. "We have the whole day to ourselves first."
She hums thoughtfully. "Any plans for our Christmas Eve?"
"A few." I prop myself up on an elbow to see her face. "For starters, I thought we could finish decorating. The mantel still needs garland."
"And we need to bake cookies for Santa," she adds with a playful smile.
"Naturally." I drop a kiss on her nose. "Then I was thinking we could take that hike I've been promising you. The view from Eagle Ridge is spectacular in the snow."
"Sounds perfect." She stretches again, making no move to get up. "But maybe five more minutes here first?"
"Take all the time you need." I settle back against her, breathing in the scent of her skin. "We have all day. All the time in the world."
