Page 3 of A Tycoon's Christmas

“When do you leave?” I asked quietly.

“Tomorrow,” he replied, his tone thick with regret.

I couldn’t believe how fast things were moving. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of stress, but now it felt like everything was happening too quickly.

We finished our meal in silence, both lost in our own thoughts. After cleaning up the dishes, we headed to bed. But sleep evaded me as my mind raced with worry about Andrew leaving and what would happen next.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” my husband said, taking me into his arms. “I would do anything not to be away from you and the kids during the holidays. I want to make love to my wife before I go,” he murmured, kissing the side of my neck.

His voice was low and sincere, the kind of tone that made my heart ache with longing. I could feel the heat of his breath against my skin, and it sent a shiver down my spine. My body responded instantly, betraying the resolve I’d tried to cling to earlier. The weeks of separation had taken their toll, and now, lying here in his arms, all I could think about was how much I’d missed him.

“Andrew,” I whispered, turning my head so our lips were mere inches apart. His eyes were intense, almost possessive, and I could see the desire burning in them. It mirrored the fire that had been smoldering within me, waiting for this moment.

“Shh,” he murmured, brushing his thumb over my bottom lip. “Let’s not waste another second.”

Before I could respond, his lips were on mine, soft yet insistent. The kiss was a promise, a reassurance that everything between us was as it should be. His hands moved down to cup my face, fingers threading into my hair as if he was afraid, I might disappear. I melted into him, my hands sliding up his back to pull him closer.

The bed creaked slightly under our bodies as Andrew shifted, aligning our bodies perfectly. I gasped into his mouth as his hardness pressed against me, a delicious reminder of what we had both been missing. He pulled back just enough to look at me, his gaze roving over my face, searching for something — approval, maybe, or confirmation that I wanted this as much as he did.

“Amara,” he breathed, his voice thick with need. “Tell me you want this.”

I didn’t hesitate. “I want you, Andrew. So much.”

His answering smile was almost feral, and then he kissed me again, deeper this time. His tongue parted my lips, exploring every inch of my mouth with a hunger that matched my own. I moaned softly, the sound muffled against his lips, and he tightened his grip on me.

One of his hands slid down to my waist, pulling me flush against him. I could feel every contour of his body, the muscles tense with anticipation. My own hands roamed over his back, memorizing the feel of him, the way his skin felt beneath my fingertips.

“God, you feel so good,” he murmured against my lips, his hips grinding gently against mine. The friction sent sparks through me, and I arched into him, seeking more.

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest. “Patience, love. We have all night.”

But I didn’t want patience. I wanted him now. I broke the kiss, moving my mouth to his jaw, nibbling lightly at the stubble there. He groaned, tipping his head back to give me better access. His skin tasted salty, slightly rough under my tongue, and I licked along his jawline, savoring the texture.

“Amara…” His voice was strained, and I knew I was driving him wild. Good. I wanted him desperate for me, just as I was for him.

I shifted my attention to his neck, nipping at the sensitive spot just below his ear. He gasped, his hands tightening on my hips. I swirled my tongue over the mark I’d made, soothing the sting even as I heightened his arousal.

“You’re killing me,” he whispered, his voice cracking.

Andrew's slow, deliberate thrusts were driving me wild. Each movement was calculated, methodical, as if he was savoring every second of this moment. His hands gripped my hips firmly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, grounding me in the intensity of his rhythm. The bed creaked softly, a steady accompaniment to the wet, slick sound of our bodies moving together.

I could feel his breath hot against my neck, his lips grazing the sensitive skin there as he continued his teasing pace. “You like that, don't you?” he murmured, his voice husky and thick with desire. I nodded, unable to form words through the haze of pleasure clouding my mind. His thrusts were maddeningly slow, each one pushing me closer to the edge but never quite letting me fall over.

The room was silent except for our labored breathing and the faint sounds of our lovemaking. The dim light from the bedside lamp cast shadows across the walls, making the space feel intimate and secluded. The scent of lavender from the candles we lit earlier filled the air, mingling with the raw, earthy smell of our passion. It was intoxicating, making my head spin with need.

His cock glided in and out of me with exquisite precision, each stroke brushing against my inner walls in just the right way.I could feel the pressure building deep inside, a coiling tension that demanded release. My body arched involuntarily, pressing back against him in a desperate plea for more. But Andrew was in control, his eyes locked onto mine as he maintained his torturous pace.

“Andrew,” I gasped, my voice quivering with a mix of frustration and anticipation. “Please, faster... I need you faster.”

He chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers down my spine. “Patience, sweetheart,” he teased, his thrusts becoming even slower, if that was possible. “We have all night.”

But my patience was wearing thin. I reached down between us, my fingers seeking out my clit, desperate to find some relief. As soon as I touched myself, Andrew groaned deeply, his control slipping for just a moment as his thrusts quickened slightly. The added stimulation was almost too much to handle. My fingers danced around my throbbing clit, matching the rhythm of his thrusts, and I could feel the orgasm looming closer and closer.

“Andrew, please,” I begged again, my voice breaking. “I can't... I can't hold back anymore.”

His grip on my hips tightened, and for a moment, I thought he might finally give in to my pleas. But instead, he pulled out completely, leaving me empty and aching. I turned my head to look at him, my eyes wide with shock and confusion. He leaned down, capturing my lips in a searing kiss, his tongue plunging into my mouth with the same relentless hunger.

As we kissed, he positioned himself behind me, lining up his cock with my entrance. This time, he didn’t tease. With one swift, powerful motion, he pushed back inside me, filling me completely. I gasped into the kiss, my body trembling with the force of his entry. His thrusts were deep and urgent now,no longer holding back, and each one sent a wave of pleasure through me, unraveling every last bit of restraint.

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