Page 12 of Mistletoe Mischief

Oh, damn she was so ready. In the dim light from the hallway, he could see the shine of her arousal on his finger. Shifting his body, he lay down between her thighs, kissing her soft belly, then moving down.

She tasted like the first swallow of ice water after a hard run, so sweet. He deepened the kiss, lapping at her. Cassandra gave a keening cry, her legs drawing high to allow him deeper access. Roger found her swollen clit with his tongue and, tilting his head, began to suck on the little bundle.

Cassandra cried out and arched, her body contracting in a quick, glorious, orgasm.

Roger loved the sounds she was making. Orgasms could be faked, but not this one. The almost explosive contractions arched her away from him, but he followed her, his mouth strong on her.

His cock tingled and he pulled away, panting. He refused to come like an inexperienced boy, before he’d even entered her. That would be beyond humiliating but he was right on that edge. He had a feeling that as soon as he sank into her creamy heat, he would bedone.

Clenching his jaw, he rocked back on his heels, lungs billowing. When his heart had settled in his chest, he looked down at Cassandra spread beneath him. When she opened her arms to him, he couldn’t deny himself any longer. Moving over her, he looked into her eyes and knew he was a goner. She smiled up at him and lifted her legs, even as she cupped his face in her hands and drew him down. As her lips took his, the head of his cock rested at her entrance and the most amazing feeling of anticipation rolled through him. It was greater than any other feeling he’d ever felt, and as he finally sank into her scalding heat, it only got better, because he knew the pinnacle of pleasure within his reach.

Cassandra Jones had the most amazing body of any woman he’d ever met, and as she tightened her arms around his shoulders, arching up into him, he felt more connected to her than he had any other human being in his life.

“Oh, God, yes…” she sighed, panting as he slid deeply into her.

Condoms tended to mute sensation, but in this one instance he appreciated that fact. It allowed him to feel everything about her he wanted to. The soft cushion of her body, the wet heat of her pussy, the warmth of her arms around him. As she whispered into his ear, Roger shivered and rocked his hips into her. Bracing on his good arm, he lifted enough to look down at her.

Her unique eyes were luminous with pleasure, her plump lips even more plump from his kisses. They spread into a smile as he looked down at her, and she rocked her hips up into his next plunge.

Roger closed his eyes, basking in the feeling. He’d never…

Oh.

She rocked into him again, and reached down to dig her nails into his ass cheeks, pulling him even tighter.

Oh, fuck…

Roger’s mind hazed with pleasure and his world narrowed down to the force it took to pump into her body, then draw back. She rocked with him, and started making these delicious sounds deep in her throat, and long drawn out moans. Hearing that she was close again, feeling the rippling of her body, it tugged him along, their pleasure intertwined.

“Harder,” she cried out.

Fuck, yes, he could do harder.

Granting her plea was his downfall, though. The heat in his lower back that foretold his release built, and as she arched up to meet his thrusts, her movements frantic as she grabbed at her own release, he was done. With a mighty groan, hips slamming of their own volition, he lost himself in the haze of pleasure that contorted his body. Cassandra cried out with him, her body contracting and releasing in waves as she shattered.

Roger’s world spun away, the lancing pleasure focused in his groin, but he was ever conscious of her strong arms holding him to her. His head fell to her heaving chest and he tried to get more oxygen into his lungs. He needed to move off of her, before he smothered her.

Pushing his good arm beneath him, he pushed up, but she stilled his movement with her arms. “Please don’t leave yet,” she whispered.

And though he was sticky and sweaty and not so fresh anymore, he relaxed into her embrace. His head rested on her breasts and he listened to her heartbeat settle back into a lazy rhythm.

Chapter 4

For a few minutes, he half dozed there, and it was the most welcoming place he’d ever been in, her lovely arms. Finally, though, he needed to move. The condom needed to be disposed of and his ass was getting cold in the chill of the room.

Levering up, he pressed a kiss to her soft cheek, took a second to kiss the intriguing earring at the top of her ear and moved away, pulling a blanket over top of her luscious body before he headed to the bathroom. He returned within a few minutes and she immediately moved over for him to slide in behind her, spoon style. His hand went to her hip, resting there.

“You wrecked me, Roger Stottsberry,” she told him, voice husky. “I don’t think I can stand. My legs won’t hold me. I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

He smiled at the back of her curly head, till she twisted around to look at him. Once again there were tears in her eyes, and the street smart, cocky personality had faded away.

“I want to be cool and put together, but I just can’t do it right now.”

He ran his finger down over her shoulder, then down the length of her arm. When he got to her hand, she turned it over and they intertwined fingers.

Roger didn’t feel cool either. Everything he’d expected to happen tonight hadn’t. “I don’t want either one of us to be cool and collected. I think that means we have barriers up between us, and I feel like we’re better than that. If this,” he tightened his fingers on hers, “has any chance of going anywhere I think we have to be as open as possible. You were very right about that.”

She blinked and a tear dripped down her cheek, then another.

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