Page 10 of Celebrating the Season

“That’s it, sweetheart,” I murmured, nipping at his earlobe. “You’re taking me so well. So perfect for me.”

In response, he opened his legs wider as if inviting me to take all of him. I slammed in hard, knocking the breath right out of him. His eyes crossed and his mouth fell open in a silent plea. I did it again.

The wet slap of skin against skin had always been one of my favorite sounds, but I found another one I loved—Boaz’s breathy little whimpers. They were mesmerizing and addictive, and I wanted more of them.

I growled, feeling a primal urge rise within me. Without warning, I gripped Boaz’s wrists and pinned them above his head, using my weight to hold him down. His eyes widened, pupils dilating with unmistakable arousal.

“Oh god, Ellery, yes!”

The vulnerability in his expression, mixed with raw desire, sent a jolt of electricity through my body. I increased my pace, driving into him with forceful thrusts that had the headboard slamming against the wall.

“You like that, don’t you?” I growled, my lips brushing against his ear. “Like being held down, completely at my mercy.”

Boaz nodded, his words tumbling out in a breathless rush. “Yes, yes, oh fuck, I love it. Please, Ellery, don’t stop. I need… I want…”

I silenced him with a bruising kiss, swallowing his moans. The heat between us was indescribable, an inferno of lust and something deeper that I couldn’t quite name.

Suddenly, I had an overwhelming urge to change things up. In one fluid motion, I flipped Boaz onto his stomach, earning a surprised yelp that morphed into a groan of pleasure. I draped myself over his back, my chest hair rubbing against his smooth skin, and wrapped one hand around his throat.

“This okay?” I murmured, giving him a moment to protest if needed.

Boaz pushed back against me, his voice thick with desire. “God, yes. Please, Ellery, I need it. Need you.”

I tightened my grip, careful not to restrict his breathing, and surged back into him. The new angle had Boaz crying out with each thrust, his hands fisting in the sheets.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” I purred, reveling in how he shuddered at my words. “Take it all. You’re so good for me, so perfect.”

Boaz’s body tensed beneath me, his muscles coiling tight as a spring. His breath came in ragged gasps, punctuated by increasingly desperate moans. He was close.

“You gonna come for me, baby?” I growled, increasing my pace. “Just like this, with nothing but my cock inside you?”

“Yes, yes, oh fuck!” Boaz cried out, his voice breaking. “I’m so close…”

I shifted my angle, aiming for the spot that would push him over the edge. The change had an immediate effect. Boaz’s entire body went rigid, a strangled cry escaping his lips.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” I encouraged, maintaining my relentless rhythm. “Let go for me.”

With a final, keening wail, Boaz came undone. His body convulsed beneath me, muscles clenching around me in waves of pleasure. I watched in awe as he rode out his climax, untouched and utterly lost in ecstasy. The sight, combined with the incredible sensation of him tightening around me, nearly pushed me over the edge too.

As Boaz’s tremors subsided, I eased my grip on his throat, pressing gentle kisses along his shoulders. “You’re amazing… So beautiful when you come apart for me.”

Boaz turned his head, seeking my lips in a sloppy, passionate kiss. “Please,” he whispered against my mouth. “Want to feel you come inside me.”

His words ignited the fire in me all over again. With a growl, I redoubled my efforts, chasing my own release. The room filled with the sound of skin on skin, our mingled groans, and the creaking protest of the bed frame.

“Fuck, Boaz,” I panted, feeling the familiar tightening in my gut. “I’m close, baby. You feel so good, so tight around me.”

Boaz pushed back against me, meeting each thrust. “Fill me up, want to feel you for days.”

That was all it took. With a hoarse shout, I buried myself deep inside him, my orgasm crashing over me in waves of intense pleasure. I clung to Boaz, riding out the aftershocks as I emptied myself into his willing body.

As the haze of pleasure lifted, I became aware of the warm, sweaty tangle of limbs we’d become. I carefully withdrew, eliciting a small whimper from Boaz, and collapsed onto the bed beside him. Immediately, he curled into my side, his head resting on my chest.

“That was…” Boaz trailed off, seemingly at a loss for words for once.

I chuckled, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him close. “Yeah, it was.”

We lay there in comfortable silence, our breathing returning to normal. I absently stroked Boaz’s back, marveling at the softness of his skin. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat.

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