Page 42 of Her Holiday Heartthrobs

Paige grinds herself over me, and the warmth of her bare skin under my palms makes me crave so many things that we don’t have the time or space to explore. Instead, I enjoy the movement of her hips, fingers digging into her ass until I can’t take it anymore.

The elastic of her shorts is loose enough that I don’t have to fight my way under them. And I’m greeted with the slippery seam of her sex parting for me. Her hips tilt forward and take two of my fingers without much goading.

She’s so wet for me. I need to play with her. To give her what she needs to get some proper rest.

Her moan rumbles into me, hips sinking into my thrusts. The small movements have her free breasts swaying against her cotton shirt, nipples hard and begging to be touched. Soft and smooth, her bare waist fits perfectly in my grip. I stroke her rib with my thumb, and she shivers.

Paige twists her hand in my hair and hovers her mouth over mine. “Henry.”

I hold my breath, marking the changes in her body—in mine—as she bears down on me. But she pouts just inches above me.

She says my name again, a plea. “More.”

PAIGE

Rocking over Henry’s hand is nice, my pleasure spikes high and fast, but as I learned last night, my pleasure stalls, prolonging every interaction. It’s probably the only reason I survived the three of them.

At my small plea, Henry’s pupils blow completely and he yanks my T-shirt up over one shoulder, creating a handhold while exposing my breasts. The fabric is tight across my throat but not restricting. He sinks lower to pull a nipple into his mouth.

Pleasure heightens and tightens my core. I’m closer. So much closer, but still, stalling.

As much as I like his fingers inside of me, I’ve been craving the way I know his cock fills me. Reaches parts of me nothing else on his body can.

Henry doesn’t seem to mind putting in the extra work though. Thank God for that.

He finds a spot that has me shaking with the effort to hold myself up, and the base of his thumb presses into my clit. I bite my lip so hard that I wouldn’t be surprised to taste blood. I can’t make noise right now. Not with my son in the other room.

Another hard tug on my nipple has me tipping.

Henry holds onto me, tapping whatever spot he’s found to set me off. Surging back up my body, he catches my mouth before I can cry out, muffling it as I shatter. He rocks me for a few seconds until I recover enough to kiss him back with gusto.

That was nice. Really nice. But I want him inside me.

He releases my shirt, and it flutters down over my sensitive nipples, making me shiver. With a low groan, he beats me to his belt, unbuckling it to give me access to his zipper. I pull him out with a rough stroke.

Henry caresses my cheek, and the look in his eyes is soft. I don’t quite know how to decipher it, but I tuck that away for later, alongside with the way he’s been taking care of me today and how he was worried enough to come check on me. And a million other little things since I stepped into his office on my first day.

I kiss him again, teasing the head of his cock with my hand until he’s devouring my mouth. Lifting to my knees, I can’t wait any longer. Henry pulls my shorts to the side as I rub his silky tip against my swollen folds. After a few swipes, I’m able to lower myself over him, rocking our hips together once he’s fully seated inside of me.

I murmur my pleasure against his mouth. This feeling of being stretched, filled to the brim, is exactly what I wanted. Exactly what I’ve been craving these last eighteen hours.

Henry grips my hips in both hands and lifts under me, initiating a short thrust against my very depths. My core blazes, and I grip the collar of his shirt, still dressed from work, as I move with him. The fabric of my shorts pulls and rubs over my sensitive clit, and I hum a low, needy noise for him.

Our thrusts build until our kiss breaks apart, and we’re taking each other with much more force. The long slide of his cock builds warmth through my center. I can’t seem to getenough. Each hard plunge jars me with pleasure. It’s the best fucking feeling in the world.

Swearing under his breath, Henry must agree with me, concentration furrowing his brows as he watches me. “Fuck, Paige. You blow my mind every time.”

Shock yanks a half-broken laugh out of me.

He grabs a handful of my hair and forces me to meet his gaze. “I’m serious.”

After staring into his pale-blue eyes for a long minute, I nod, and he softens his hold on me for a moment. Then, he’s slamming us together with clear intent. My pussy is grateful, bearing down, ready for the onslaught of a new orgasm.

And fuck, I hover there, waiting to fall off that edge, but my body clings to the sides and refuses to let me drop.

Henry’s mouth travels along my throat, nibbling and tasting until he reaches where my neck curves into my shoulder. His teeth rocket me forward. I’m holding on by a thread, and I try to let go, wishing I could descend into bliss, but I stay here, shaking from the effort until one stroke has my toes curling, my muscles growing stiff, and mercifully, Henry doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow until I’m liquid around him.

He’s still hard and throbbing inside of me. When I regain enough control over my limbs, I run my hands over his sides. He’s all hard muscle under his corporate facade. Where does he find the time to maintain this kind of physique when he works as much as he does?

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