Page 17 of Beards and Holly

My little minx catches her breath while I pull off the surrounding couch cushions and position them in a makeshift bed in front of the wall of mirrors. Then I grab my shirt and jeans to make a pillow.

Gently, but with purpose, I tuck my arms under her languid body and bring her to cushions. With soft kisses to her dewdrop skin, I encourage her to roll to her stomach and tuck the ball of my shirt and jeans under her belly.

“You are so fucking beautiful when you come for me. I want you to see it.” I kneel behind her and stroke her spine. I’m so hard I’m dripping from my crown already. “Watch me fuck you,baby,” I whisper in her ear as I take her hair. I pull softly, just to show her I’m in control of her pleasure. She can let go and give me everything and I’ll take such good care of her.

“Are you going to keep your eyes open?”

“Yes.”

“That’s my good girl,” I praise her. My cock is at her soaking wet center, gliding over her slit and sensitive bud, eliciting moan after another. Pleasing this woman is my new favorite pastime.

Pushing into her, it’s me who moans the loudest. My groan ricochets off the metal walls as I freefall to heaven. Her tight walls squeeze around my thrusting cock, and I get lost in the rhythm. The feeling of her so euphoric I lose all sense of myself. I tell her how good she feels, how amazing everything about her is, and I’m not referring to her pussy. My teeth scrape her skin as she screams my name.

Holding her closer as our sweat-slicked bodies collide again and again, I tell her she’s mine. It’s my cock that owns her. Only me who can make her feel this way.

“You’re mine, Holly. This sweet pussy of yours belongs to me. That big heart of yours, mine,” I growl and bit down on her neck. She shudders and shakes with release. Her tight walls clench around me, setting me off. I pour inside her, coming harder than I ever have. The fantasies of having her this way never came close to this earth-shattering orgasm.

Slowly, I come back to myself. Our breathing is labored, and our bodies are weak. I take her in my arms and roll to my back. She twists in my arms to settle on my chest, and we lay in silence while bliss washes over me.

I’ve never had this. In the past, I’ve unloaded and then grabbed my clothes on the way out the door. The thought of doing that now seems infuriating. I would never do that to, Holly. Maybe, that’s why I wouldn’t let myself enjoy her thelast time. Now, with her in my arms, I feel more settled and comfortable than I’ve ever felt with a woman.

I love this woman. I know it in my bones. But post-orgasm probably isn’t the right time to declare it.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Holly

My brain is fuzzy, and my heart pulls tight in my chest. That was intense. Lying here on Jenson’s chest, cuddling like a couple, is probably too much. I should get up and lighten the mood. I don’t want to scare him off. From what I know about him so far, this is probably the most intimate he’s ever been with a woman, and as nice as it feels, I’m starting to long for something long term. I’m falling in love with him, and if he finds out, he’s likely to freak out and run.

So I roll over, grab my clothes and start putting them on. He follows without a word. The things he said, the marks he’s left on me tonight, will forever be burned into my heart. The thought of losing him now hurts more than I thought possible. For a short term, fake fling, this has turned so real for me. I’m terrified it’s going to backfire as soon as he knows.

Part of me really believes he wants something real with me. He’s been so honest and vulnerable, but I can’t start thinking I’m special or I’ll do something stupid like confess my feelings.

I clear my throat. “Ready to get out of here?”

His smile is guarded. Can he tell I’m a bundle of emotions ready to explode?

“Sure. Thanks for bringing me here. It means a lot to me.”

“Yeah. Sure. No problem,” I say in a rush and start turning off the lights.

Jenson resets the cushions to the couch, and we head for the door. I lock up, and we drive home in awkward silence. When I park and turn off the engine, I’m nearly ready to puke with nerves.

“I’ll see ya,” I say, heading for my front door, leaving him in the driveway, looking as confused as I feel.

“Keep it casual, so you can keep him, Holly,” I mutter to myself a few times until I’m safe inside my house.

It’s quiet inside and fucking lonely after the intense connection I just experienced. My skin still buzzes with adrenaline as I head for the shower. My heart hurts, and I don’t understand why. I know I want him. Alone in my room, I wish Jenson was here with me. As I shower, I mourn the scent of his skin.

After slipping into a large T-shirt and sweats, I walk to my window to close the curtains, and my heart skips a beat. Jenson is standing at his window, facing me.

We stare at each other for a long minute. His eyes burn into me as if he’s searching for something. I don’t know what, but he’s not smiling. No crooked grin I’m so used to. No scowl. He almost looks sad.

I watch him in awe as he mouths the wordsMerry Christmas. I don’t have the chance to echo it back before he’s gone. My heart pulls, but I don’t know what to do. Did I upset him? Does he really want the same things I do? It’s so soon, and I’m so confused and choked with emotions when I crawl into bed.

I toss and turn with the memories of being with him, thinking of a future I want, but feeling silly for dreaming about that so soon after meeting him.

When I wake on Christmas morning, it’s to a slobbery beast, licking my face.

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