Page 14 of Holidays and Handcuffs

“Well,” I say, trying to keep my tone light as my eyes dart to the Christmas tree, "at least you have a tree, even if it’s undecorated. Better than nothing, right?”

Jack smirks, his eyes locking onto mine. “Yeah, I guess. But if I had a choice, I’d rather focus on decorating something else tonight.” His gaze darkens and I swallow hard my breath hitching.

He pulls me off the couch and wraps his hand around the back of my neck and crushes his lips against mine. He slides his hands down my sides and settles them on my hips and I suddenly feel conscious of how large they are, but that feeling immediately disappears when his lips move to my bare neck.

Tingles rush through my whole body. How is he able to take me from a zero to a hundred with only a touch? Placing my hands on his broad shoulders, I kiss him back, following his lead as he brings his lips back to mine.

He makes a throaty groan when his hands move higher and cup my breasts, the sound is so sexy, I feel heat rushing between my legs.

Without breaking the kiss, he lifts me off the ground effortlessly, and I instinctively wrap my legs around him. When we reach the bedroom, he sets me down gently, and my feet feel unsteady beneath me. This is it.

I take a deep breath, my heart racing as I gather the courage to say it. “Will it hurt?”

His gaze darkens, and a low growl escapes his throat. His hand cups my cheek. “Only for a second, baby.”

The way he says it, with so much care and promise, makes my heart swell. As Jack’s hands move to the hem of my dress, he slowly pulls it up and over my head, leaving me standing in just my bra and panties.

The cool air brushes against my skin, but it’s the sudden wave of insecurity that hits me hardest. My hands instinctively move to cover myself, shame creeping in as I hear the echo of my mother’s voice.Your hips are too wide, your breasts are too big—

Before I can fully hide, Jack’s hands gently catch my wrists, stopping me. His gaze softens, his thumb tracing soothing circles on my skin.

“Hey,” he whispers, his voice low and firm, “You don’t have to hide from me, Princess.”

I bite my lip, my eyes flickering away in embarrassment, but Jack steps closer, tilting my chin up to meet his eyes.

“Look at me,” he says softly. “You’re perfect. Every inch of you is beautiful. Just looking at you makes me fucking lose control.”

His words are sincere, but it’s the way he says them, like he’s in awe of me that makes my heart pound. He leans down, brushing his lips over my shoulder, his breath warm against my skin.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs.

Then, slowly, he starts placing soft, tender kisses along my collarbone, my chest, down my stomach. His lips linger on every inch of skin I once felt self-conscious about, but in this moment, with him, I feel cherished.

“Perfect,” he whispers again, his mouth leaving a trail of warmth as he kisses his way up to my neck. My body responds to him in ways I never thought possible.

Jack’s hands move with steady purpose as he peels off the rest of my clothing, his eyes never leaving mine. The last piece of fabric falls away, leaving me bare before him, and I feel exposed yet safe under the weight of his gaze.

With a gentle nudge, he guides me back to the queen-sized bed, the cool sheets brushing against my heated skin as I lie down.

I watch as he stands at the edge of the bed, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. My breath catches in my throat as I watch him, his body unfolding before me with every piece of clothing he sheds. His muscles flex under the soft light, and when he steps out of his pants, revealing all of him, my eyes widen in surprise. He’s...big,bigger than I imagined.

A nervous flutter dances in my stomach, and I bite down on my lip. Will it fit? Jack’s eyes meet mine, and a knowing smirk plays at the corner of his lips as if he can read my mind as he climbs onto the bed. His lips capture mine again, tender but hungry, and as his hand trails down my body.

He pulls back slightly, his gaze locking with mine as he reaches over to the bedside drawer and pulls out a condom. With practiced ease, he tears it open and sheaths himself, never once breaking eye contact.

“Fuck, I love this,” he groans as he fills his both hands with my breasts, flicking his thumb over my nipple in a way that causes sparks of pleasure to travel all the way down to my clit.

I writhe underneath him, wanting more. He sits up and trails his hand over my chest down to my center his finger sliding inside my pussy, gathers my wetness and spreads it on my clit.

“Jack…”

“Fuck, Baby, you are so gorgeous.”

“Jack, please…”

“You want me inside you, Princess?”

“Yes…” I manage to breathe.

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