Page 17 of Mistletoe and Holly

“I love you,” I said softly.

Dipping his head down, he traced a circle around one of my nipples before closing his lips around it and sucking. I bit my lip to quiet my moan as I arched my back. His thumb flicked over my other nipple, and then he licked a trail over to that breast and paid it the same attention.

“Fuck, Shep,” I whimpered. “That feels so good.”

“I’m gonna make you feel a whole lot better, sweetheart.” His breath warmed my skin as he slid a hand down my stomach and dipped it below the waistband of my pants, trailing a finger along my slit through the fabric of my panties. “Shit, you’re soaked.”

He quickly took the rest of my clothes off and shed everything except his boxer briefs before settling himself next to me. He glided his hand down between my legs, and I immediately parted them to allow him better access. His finger followed the same path over my core before pressing between my folds and locating my clit. I let out an embarrassingly loud moan as I raised my hips up into his touch, needing more. He kissed me again fiercely as he started to rub, drinking down my moans like they were life-saving sustenance.

When his hand slid lower and two fingers pushed inside me, I whimpered as I pressed back against his hand. He moved his lips to my neck, licking, sucking, and nibbling as started to pump his hand in and out of me.

“Oh, God,” I panted. “Oh, fuck. Fuck, Shep. Yes, right there. Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop!”

A third finger worked its way in, and I groaned at the almost painful pressure from the added girth. Shephard stilled his hand inside me while continuing to rub circles over my clit, and I whimpered in frustration.

“Don’t stop,” I begged. “Give me more. Please. It feels so fucking good.”

Withdrawing his fingers almost all the way, he plunged them back in to the hilt.

“Fuck!” I cried as he picked up the pace. “Yes, just like that.”

His fingers disappeared again as he moved from his spot beside me, and I let out a groan of frustration, but then his mouth descended on me, his tongue plunging deep inside me and lapping at my walls.

“Oh, shit,” I moaned.

“So fucking sweet,” he murmured as he replaced his tongue with his fingers and gave my clit a long, hard lick.

“Oh, my God, Shep. Fuck, it’s so good. I’m gonna come.”

“Let me have it, sweetheart,” he mumbled against my center, not lifting his mouth from me. “Let go. I’ll catch you.”

“So close,” I panted as I bucked against his face, plunging my fingers into his hair to keep his mouth where it was.

“That’s it, baby,” he crooned. “Ride my face. Take what you need.”

“God, your mouth is fucking heaven,” I groaned. “Ohshitohshitohshit…fuck, Shep!”

Waves of blissful ecstasy crashed over me, making every single nerve ending in my body light on fire as I rode out my high. Only once I went limp under him did Shephard lift his mouth from me, withdrawing his fingers as he brushed his lips ever so softly over my tender skin.

As he crawled up between my legs, I noticed that where I’d felt slick nylon on his hips before, there was now nothing but bare skin. The second he was within reach, I sat up halfway and crashed my mouth to his as I pulled him down over me, wrapping my legs around his waist and whimpering when I felt his dick rubbing against my center. He groaned into my mouth as he cocooned me in his arms and started to glide his hard cock between my folds, making sure to bump my clit with every pass.

“Fuck, Holl,” he growled softly. “I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me.”

“What are you waiting for, then?” I breathed. “Fuck me, Shep.”

“Oh, no, sweetheart.” Pulling back slightly, he positioned himself at my entrance. “You are so much more than a fuck. I’m going to make love to you.”

With that, he slid inside me, and I dug my fingers into his shoulder and groaned at the bite of pain as my body adjusted to his thick girth. But I couldn’t even focus on that. All my brain could process was the utter perfection of the way it felt to connect with him like this. The complete rightness of this moment.

Shephard put a hand on my face, and I opened my eyes and found myself looking into ice-blue fire. But despite the lust and passion in his gaze, concern was written all over his features as he stilled inside me.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he murmured.

I nodded. “I’m perfect.”

“Need a second?”

My heart flipped in my chest as I raised my head to give him a soft kiss. “You feel so good. Make love to me, baby.”

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