Page 66 of Stranded for Christmas with my Boss

I sink down to my knees in front of him and cup his face, drawing him down for a deep kiss that makes his breath hitch. “I love you…I love you…”

Jensen chuckles and pecks my lips. “And I love you.”

I tilt my head back to gaze up at him. “More than anything else in the world.”

Jensen’s hand slips around to the back of my neck under my hair. Just that simple embrace sends a wave of warmth through my body. “I just want you to know how loved you are.”

I smile at him as my cheeks slightly redden. “I feel very loved right now.”

Jensen hums under his breath and shakes his head. “I can do better.”

There’s no way that I’m stopping him.

Our lips collide once more, heat as hot as the fire burning in the fireplace coursing through our bodies as our hands roam. He slides his fingers through my hair. Grips my waist. Unzips the back of my dress.

I tilt my head back in pleasure, feeling the soft wetness of his mouth on my neck. My hands fumble with the bottom of his sweater, nudging it up his firm torso.

We break apart, tearing at our own clothes and tossing them into a growing pile next to the fireplace. No more waiting. No more hiding.

It’s just us, our love, and our desires in this cabin tonight.

“I could stay here forever with you,” Jensen murmurs near my ear as he lays me down on the soft rug, the warmth of the fire mingling with the heated desire thrumming through us. “Kissing you. Touching you. Tasting you.”

My breath hitches as his tongue strokes over one of my hard nipples. “Jensen…”

“Yes,” Jensen breathes out, loving the sound of his name on my lips. He nudges my thighs apart with his knee, giving his hand enough space to slip between them as well. He runs his fingertips through my glistening wet folds, teasing my clit before pushing two fingers inside of me.

A broken gasp tumbles from my lips as he thrusts his fingers inside of me, the heel of his hand grinding against my clit. I tangle my fingers in his hair, my moans being muffled by his mouth as he kisses me once more.

Every touch sets me ablaze, tension building within me. All of our passion creates a warm haze that fills the entire cabin, making our skin even hotter to the touch. It’s almost hard to breathe, but the pleasure is breathtaking.

“No more teasing,” I beg him as his mouth moves to my other breast.

Every thrust of his fingers is a promise of even more to come, making me ache for more. My core flutters around his fingers, my wetness soaking his skin.

Jensen groans at the sensation and draws his hand away, moving it to his cock to slowly stroke himself as he positions himself between my parted thighs. “You look so beautiful, baby.”

I wrap my arms around his neck the moment he comes close enough, my lips crashing against his just as he slips his cock inside of me. “Oh…fuck…”

“Yes, fuck…you feel perfect.”

I whimper as he bottoms out, my nerves and senses heightening as I drift closer and closer to orgasm. My nails sink into his shoulders as he starts to slowly rock himself in and out of me, my breaths growing quicker and heavier. “I need it all. Give me everything.”

Jensen presses his face into the crook of my neck, sucking a mark into the top of my shoulder as he thrusts into me deeper and harder.

The slight tinge of pain just adds to the pleasure firing through my whole body. My breaths border on pants, pressure building and intensifying low in my stomach. Every thrust adds to the tension, promising a burst of pleasure just around the corner.

“So good…don’t stop,” I plead, my nails digging crescent marks into his shoulders.

Jensen grunts at the sensation, but it only spurs him on. He pounds into me, my legs going over his shoulders as he finds the perfect angle to unravel me faster and faster.

I let out a pleased gasp as the pressure doubles, my body starting to writhe. It feels like he goes deeper and deeper with each thrust, hitting the perfect spot over and over without holding back in the slightest.

Just what I need.

Jensen’s jaw tenses as he hangs onto what sense of control he has left. Watching me fall apart makes him want to do the same. He drives into me, not daring to slow down or change pace. “There you go. Come for me, baby.”

I throw my head back as a pleased cry tears from me, echoing throughout the large cabin. I’m left breathless, my head borderline spinning as the heat overtakes me.

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