Page 81 of My December Darling

Time ceases to exist in our lust-fueled bubble, and I want to make it last for as long as possible. Want to make the most of the night in as many positions as we can manage before I come.

When I feel myself getting close to the edge after Catalina comes with a cry, I pull out and flip her over, grabbing her by the hips and taking her from behind. This position is like heaven and hell all at once, because nothing that feels this good should ever come to an end.

Her cries feed the impulse to make her come again, and I reach around and play with her clit until she spasms around my cock once more.

The look of pure bliss on her face—a look that exists because ofme—sends me over the edge, and I throw my head back with a curse as I come.

When I return to reality after my blissful high, I pull out and flip Catalina over. She opens her arms, and I lie on top of herand trap her in my embrace, soaking in the smell of her perfume and the erratic beat of her heart while she brushes her fingers through my hair.

I’m reluctant to get up and toss the condom out in the bathroom, but I eventually force myself to leave the bed once I notice myself drifting into unconsciousness.

When I come back, Catalina is battling to keep her eyes open, so I help her into one of my T-shirts before tucking her underneath the covers. I slide in too and get settled behind her.

With my arm wrapped around her waist and my leg twisted with hers, I quickly fall asleep, knowing that come tomorrow, everything between us will have changed.

24

CATALINA

Iwake up the next morning in a bed that isn’t mine, beside a man who, up until a few hours ago, was drawing every ounce of pleasure from my body. I’m not sure how late Luke and I stayed up, but it was worth the sleep deprivation and soreness that plagues me as soon as I peel my eyes open.

The spot between my thighs throbs at a particular memory of him laid out beneath me, his hands firmly gripping my hips while I rode him, and I wiggle in place to ease the ache.

Luke’s arm clamps around me and drags me back against his firm, warm chest until my ass is pressing against his hard cock.

“Good morning.” His lips brush over the back of my head as his thumb brushes back and forth over my hipbone.

“Morning,” I drawl, my voice raspy from overuse.

“How’d you sleep?”

“Too good.”

His chuckle makes my stomach explode with butterflies. “Is there such a thing?”

“Only when we’re both expected to be at brunch in… What time is it?” I search the room for a clock and come up empty.

With a groan, Luke rolls out of bed in search of his phone. “Eight.”

I release a sigh. “There’s still time.”

He crawls over my body and cradles my face between his hands. “I like the way you think.”

I bat at his chest with a laugh. “I meant to get ready.”

His eyes glitter as he juts his hips forward, pushing his erection into me. “Don’t leave just yet.”

“You’re starting to get clingy.”

He brushes his lips over mine. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

“Is that a warning?”

“More like a promise of what’s to come.” He peppers my skin with kisses that leave my skin flushed and my core aching for some relief.

Luke makes quick work of the shirt he dressed me in last night, and it falls to the floor along with the boxer briefs he threw on before falling asleep.

We spend the next hour in bed, swapping kisses and orgasms until we’re both tempted to fall back asleep. It takes every ounce of willpower I have left, which isn’t much to begin with, to pull away from Luke’s embrace and search for my maid of honor dress.

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