Page 37 of The Holiday

"You're telling me," Natasha said as she grabbed a handful of Eve's short hair, pulling her head back. Eve cried out as Natasha continued to ride her ass. It was intoxicating, feeling Eve respond to her movements. The power that came from dominating her, taking control, and showing her who was in charge. It was something Natasha knew she had dreamed about before. With this woman, no less.

Deep in the night, when half asleep, thinking back to Eve's latest visit to the office. I would ride every part of her until she begged for mercy.Such simple dreams to lure her into the deepest, most blissful melancholy of sleep.

The bed shook beneath them as Natasha continued to fuck Eve, her breathing becoming more ragged with every smack of the bed against the wall.

Natasha released her hold on Eve's hair, sitting up slightly as she moved one hand between Eve's thighs and fingered her slit. Eve was loud, thrusting her hips upward against Natasha's fingers as they pleasured her again. God, it was such a turn-on watching her lose it like this, knowing that Natasha wasresponsible for making her feel so good. Had anyone done this for Eve before? Let her relinquish power? In a safe place with someone who wouldn't hold it against her later?

"Damn..." Eve begged, her voice hoarse from crying in ecstasy. "Fuck! Keep doing that!"

Natasha couldn't deny Eve anything when she sounded like that, desperate and vulnerable and totally under her spell.

"Ahh, yes." Natasha reveled in the sudden tightness of Eve's pussy as she was penetrated once more. "I want you to come for me, Miss Warner. I want you to come all over my fingers and let me feel how wet you are."

Eve moaned as Natasha continued to finger her, bringing her closer and closer to another orgasm. Her body tensed, her breath coming in short gasps as she teetered on the edge of release.

Eve came undone, jerking up against Natasha's thighs as she succumbed.

"Oh, god... oh, my god..." Eve panted as she collapsed onto the bed. "That was amazing.You'reamazing."

Natasha held back a deviant smile, proud of what she had achieved tonight. This was exactly what she'd hoped for - to show Eve that she was as capable of taking control. That she could make her feel things she'd never felt before. That she could give her pleasure in ways she'd only ever dreamed about. Judging by Eve's reaction, Natasha had succeeded.

She kissed Eve's shoulder, savoring the warmth of her skin and the faint scent of sex that lingered on their bodies.

"Are you tired?" Eve asked. "I mean, if you need to rest, we can-"

Natasha cut her off. "I'm not leaving this room until tomorrow morning," she said. "And I hope you aren't either."

Relief was evident from both Eve's languid body language and her soft smile. "Of course not. I'll stay here until Christmas if you'll have me."

"Christmas? We barely know each other."

Eve laughed, and Natasha hid her grin as she hopped off that sweaty body. She wanted to hear that laughter again, so she kissed Eve's back, slowly making a steady way up to her neck.

What if this is forever?

Natasha was content with that until she remembered who she waswith.

“So, where do you want to go on our first official date?” Eve quipped as they lay side by side on the bed. While Eve folded her hands behind her head, Natasha stared at the ceiling, wonderingWhat the hell have I done?“Simple, like dinner? Or we could go to the museum in town. They’ve got the new Nordic Christmas exhibit everyone is raving about.”

Natasha had to say something before Eve asked her what was wrong. “Yeah. Sure.”

She feigned fatigue to get out of more pillow talk. Eve curled up behind her after Natasha turned over onto her side. She should have been too cold to sleep on top of the covers naked, but…

Eve was quite warm. Natasha had to give her that.

“Do you think anyone heard us?” she whispered.

Eve was not quick to reply. “I want to say yes, if only for my ego, but I also know that you don’t want to hear that, so…”

“What if they heard me howling like a freakin’ ghost?”

“Did you? I hadn’t noticed.”

Natasha pulled the pillow over her head and groaned. She had opened up a can of worms with this one.

Chapter 11

Jamie

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