Page 40 of The Getaway

“How?” she squeals, and I shrug.

“My ma was always more of a White Christmas kind of person so that’s what we always watched on repeat and nothing else.”

“Okay,” she says with a single nod. “I guess that’s actually a good reason.”

Unable to think of a response, I simply offer her a smile. A tightness in my chest forms at the idea of next year, without her, but Bri is oblivious to my thoughts. Getting up from the bed, she gathers the dishes from our dessert and carries them to the kitchen.

Plopping back onto the bed, I tuck my hands behind my head with a heavy sigh and stare up at the ceiling. I listen to the sound of the waves and try to ignore the pang in my chest at the reminder that being with Bri is only temporary.

I’m so lost in my own mind that I don’t even realize Bri is back until she is straddling my waist and smiling down at me. Reacting without thinking, my hands find her hips, holding her in place as I admire her.

Fucking hell she’s pretty.

Her messy red hair cascades over one of her shoulders and her warm brown eyes shine as she places her hands on my chest for balance. My gaze lowers down her body, taking in the perfect swell of her bare breasts and instantly wishing my mouth was there. There’s a red flush spread over her skin, but it’s hard to tell if it’s from being out in the sun or her body reacting to our position.

“You seemed lost in thought,” Bri says quietly, watching me closely as if searching for the answer in my gaze. I shrug, squeezing her hips before running my hands down the length of her thighs.

“Not horribly lost, just a little dazed.”

She chuckles and bends down to kiss me.

The moment her lips press against mine, nothing else matters. All I can think about is the feeling of her body against mine.

“Maybe I can give you something else to focus on,” she whispers against my lips, shifting her hips and grinding against my already hard cock.

“Sugar, from the moment I laid eyes on you, you’re all I’ve been able to focus on.”

She continues grinding against me, working herself up and driving me insane with the desire to be inside of her. It doesn’t matter that I just fucked her a few hours ago, my body always reacts to her, craving every touch and feel until I’m almost aching.

Abruptly, she stops, pulling back and smirking down at me.

“You claimed my pleasure earlier, it seems only fair that I get to do the same to you.”

My racing heart skips a beat while I stare up at this perfect woman. I push up slightly, resting on an elbow and bringing our lips closer together.

“Take it all. It’s already yours, Sugar.”

Her mouth clashes against mine, kissing me with determination as we fall back to the bed.

Bri wastes no time, her hips finding a rhythm that has her moaning into my mouth. I start to meet her thrusts, desperate for more of her while also waiting to see what she’ll do next. When she finally breaks our kiss to sit up, her hand reaches between us and wraps around my cock. I bite back a curse and watch as she pushes up on her knees and lines me up at her warm entrance.

When she doesn’t move right away, I tear my gaze from the sight between us and look up at her face to find she’s already watching me.

Holding my stare, she finally starts lowering herself onto my cock. It takes more effort than I would have thought to not let my eyes close at the feel of her sinking onto me. But I force them to stay on her, to watch the way her eyes start to roll back, and her mouth hangs open as she sits on me.

By the time she’s fully lowered, I’m breathing through gritted teeth.

As she begins to find her rhythm, sitting back more and finding the angle she wants, those beautiful sounds I love fall free from her lips. Her breasts bounce as she moves, rising and lowering herself on me and all I can do is admire her while she fucks me.

When she slams down onto me again, her pussy tightens, and she says my name in the prettiest moan. Needing more of her, those sounds, and her pleasure, I brace my weight on my elbow and move to sit up. Except when I start to slip my hand from her hip to actually pull her close, the groan that slips from her lips isn’t from pleasure.

I still, tilting my head back. I’m about to ask her what’s wrong when she presses both her hands to my chest and pushes me back down.

“Don’t. Move,” she demands between deep breaths.

Following her direction, my hands drop away from her, and I watch her closely as she finds her pace once more.

“Does that not help? I thought the angle would be better…” She shakes her head, hips not once faltering as she grinds above me. My jaw tightens as she clenches around my cock, and I try to focus on her answer.

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