Page 30 of Celebrating the Season

Outside, snow fell in thick flurries, blanketing the world in white. But inside this cozy log cabin, my world had narrowed to the man beneath me.

“So?” I prompted when Ellery remained silent. “What’s on your mind, big guy?”

God, I was dying to know what was going on in that gorgeous head of his. Ellery wasn’t the overthinking type—that was more my department. But something was clearly weighing on him, and my curiosity was killing me. Plus, sitting here naked while he thought deep thoughts was making me squirmy. I shifted, earning a sharp intake of breath from Ellery as my movement caused delicious friction.

Ellery’s eyes met mine, filled with a swirling mix of desire and something else I couldn’t quite name. His strong hands tightened on my hips, stilling my fidgeting. For a long moment, he stared at me like he was trying to memorize every detail of my face.

I opened my mouth, another question on the tip of my tongue, but Ellery chose that moment to speak.

“I want to take charge again,” he said, his voice low and commanding in a way that sent shivers racing down my spine.

Holy shit. My breath caught in my throat as heat pooled low in my belly. Ellery’s words echoed in my mind, igniting a spark of pure want.

“Oh,” I squeaked out, my brain short-circuiting. “I mean, yes. Please. Take charge. All yours. Yep.”

A ghost of a smile flickered across Ellery’s face at my babbling. His large hand came up to cup my cheek, thumb brushing across my lower lip. “You sure about that, sweetheart? Once I start, I’m not going to stop until I’ve taken you apart completely.”

I nodded, already trembling with need. “I’m sure. So fucking sure. Please, Ellery. I want you to?—”

My rambling was cut off as Ellery surged forward, capturing my lips in a searing kiss that left no room for doubt about his intentions. He devoured my mouth, tongue demanding entry. I melted into him, surrendering to his dominance.

As Ellery deepened the kiss, my mind raced. God, I’d wanted this—needed this—more than I’d realized. The thrill of giving up control, of letting someone else take the lead, was intoxicating. And if I were honest with myself, I hadn’t wanted to be in charge in the first place. That novelty would’ve worn off fast.

But even as desire clouded my thoughts, a nagging feeling persisted. There was something Ellery wasn’t telling me, some unspoken truth behind his eyes. I could sense it in the tension of his muscles, the almost desperate edge to his kiss.

I pulled back, panting. “Ellery, wait. Is there?—”

“Shh,” he murmured against my lips, large hands sliding down to grip my ass. “No more talking.”

And just like that, my questions evaporated. Maybe Ellery wasn’t ready to share everything yet. That was okay. This—his touch, his kiss, the promise of what was to come—was enough for now.

I surrendered myself to the moment, to Ellery’s skilled hands and searching mouth. Whatever else was going on in that beautiful, complicated mind of his could wait. Right now, all that mattered was us.

Ellery’s hands roamed over my body, his touch possessive and demanding. I shivered as his calloused fingers skimmed my sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake. His beard scraped deliciously against my neck as he nipped and sucked, marking me.

“Fuck, Ellery,” I gasped, squirming in his lap. “That feels so good.”

He growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating through me. “You like that, boy?”

I barely registered the sound of a cap opening before slick fingers probed my entrance. The touch was rough, urgent, and it sent sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine.

“Oh god,” I moaned, my hips bucking. “Yes, please…”

Ellery chuckled darkly, working me open with practiced ease. “So eager. Such a good boy for me.”

His words sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through me. I loved when he talked dirty, when he praised me like this. It made me feel wanted, cherished.

Ellery withdrew his fingers. I whined at the loss, but he silenced me with a bruising kiss. “You’re gonna ride me, sweetheart. Except I will be in control…and you can’t come until I tell you.”

Fuuuuck. Why was that so hot? I had the urge to call him Sir again, but I held my tongue when Ellery’s strong hands gripped my hips. He guided me down onto his cock with a firm, steady pressure. The sensation was overwhelming, that familiar stretch and fullness that never failed to make me gasp. And in this case, the friction of the glowing skin of my ass against his thighs only added to the sensations.

My fingers dug into his broad shoulders for support. “Oh fuck…”

His eyes locked on mine, intense and hungry. “You take me so well, boy. Like you were made for my cock.”

Those words sent a shiver through me, and I rolled my hips, reveling in Ellery’s hitched breaths. Encouraged, I picked up the pace, riding him with increasing urgency.

“That’s it,” Ellery groaned, his hands never leaving my hips. “Show me how much you want it.”

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