Page 70 of Their Christmas Miracle

Blake

Elle’s blond hair looked so bright, framed on his denim-blue duvet. He wanted to run his hands through it, but he couldn’t seem to move them from her ass. Her legs were slightly raised, and he sank his hips down between them, making sure not to touch her yet.

She shifted under him, but then lay still, staring into his eyes as he dipped his head to her ear.

“This was how I pictured it,” Blake murmured into her ear.

“What?” Elle’s voice was rough and uneven.

“Taking you. Here, on my bed. Staring into your eyes.”

He drew back, and smiled at the surprise in her eye.

“Not against the wall?”

“No. Like this.” Blake lowered himself onto her. His elbows sank down on either side of her arms, trapping her. He took her face in his hands, brushing hair from her face and tracing the outline of her eyebrows with his thumb.

He arched his back, touching the tip of his cock to her slit. Elle’s eyes fluttered, but stayed open; watching him with her lips parted and her breasts heaving against his chest.

Blake thrust into, letting out a low groan. It wasn’t possible, but somehow she felt even tighter than before. Hotter. Wetter.

He had to force his own eyes to stay open, fight against their urge to close so he could lose himself in that sensation.

Because he wanted to watch her come this time. He wanted to see her expression change, how the light in her eyes danced.

Elle bucked into him, but he slid a hand between them, gently pushing down on her stomach to keep her still. Her hands caught onto his shoulder, then slid down to his ass. Gripped him and tried to urge him harder inside her. He resisted, leaving her to writhe at the end of his dick.

Then he thrust into her hard, almost violently. She gasped, eyes fluttering, mouth going wide.

God, how he’d like to feel her mouth over his dick. That gentle vacuum as she sucked him.

He forced another gasp from her. Kissed the corner of her mouth. Fucked her again, so hard that she shifted almost a foot up the bed.

“God,” she groaned, her fingernails digging into his ass. “Yes.”

“Just Blake,” he murmured, giving her a devilish grin when her eyes flared wider. She seemed to be struggling just as much as him with keeping them open. Fixed on him. But it seemed to be turning her on just as much as him.

He slid his hand from her hair, using it to caress her jaw and throat. Carefully, applying almost no pressure, he draped his fingers over her throat as he speared into her. Another gasp, this one coming with an arched back and eyes open no more than a slit.

“Like that, sweetheart?”

“Fuck, yes,” Elle breathed.

Her hands left his ass, going between them, feeling around his cock as if trying to figure out his girth. Then she began massaging his balls, her fingers bringing a delicious wave of thrills crashing through him. He dipped his head, kissed her bottom lip, and thrust into her again. This time, his fingers held onto her throat, pushing her into the bed.

She struggled. But when he began fucking her, slow and hard, in a rhythm that made his own breath catch in his throat, she relaxed and began keening under him.

Elle rubbed his taint and massaged her balls. She eventually gave up the fight to keep her eyes open. Her head dipped back, her back arching as he drove into her again and again, as hard as he could, as slow as he could. It was driving him insane, trying to keep to this torturous rhythm, but he knew it was driving her nuts too.

“Faster, Blake. Please.”

“Not going to happen.”

“Please.” Her voice broke as her back arched again. “Please.” The last was a gasp as he moved the hand pinning her. Used his thumb to apply a light pressure to her clit.

“Are you going to come for me again?”

“I—I don’t know—”

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