Page 11 of Holding Holly

Holly curls up in bed on her side, and I tuck the blankets in at her back, leaving the front open. Her thin white t-shirt is leaving nothing to the imagination, the stretched-out neckline dipping low, her nipples clearly visible.

“You’re breathtaking,” I murmur, lying close beside her. My left arm slips under to hold her against me as my right hand skims cautiously around her throat and the top of her cleavage.

“You seem to be breathing just fine,” she says with a smile. Her hand lands over my heart. Can she sense that my breath is off kilter?

Being so close to her when she’s barely dressed ignites my long-suppressed lust. No, not suppressed. Ignored. Or, to be perfectly accurate, lust that simply didn’t exist before I laid eyes on Holly. She’s sweetly sexy with every movement, every flash of her lovely eyes.

Our lips meet slowly in a soft, dreamy kiss as we gradually shift closer together. I’ve never been so hard in my life, but that will have to wait. Tonight is all about making my precious girl feel wanted and safe.

The kiss deepens, everything becoming a warm blur as my hand slides down to slip under her shirt. My fingers gently drift across her stomach, and it tightens. “Ticklish?”

“A little.”

Pulling back, I study her dazzling eyes while I cup her breast, caressing her soft skin. “What about here?”

Her head barely shakes. “That spot seems fine.” She leans closer, our foreheads touching, and I hear her breath quiver. When my thumb drags slowly across her peaked nipple, her entire body contracts. My gorgeous girl is definitely sensitive.

Kissing her again, our tongues tangle softly as my hand drifts around to the other breast, her stomach, her hip. Her thighs rub together a few times, telling me that she’s getting just as fired up as I am.

Playing with the edge of her shorts, I whisper, “Should I rock you to sleep, baby?”

Her eyes are bright. “I’m not sure what you mean, but yes.”

My hand slips into her shorts as she rolls onto her back, legs splayed open in a clear invitation. We both moan as my fingertips graze through her center. Kissing her deeply, my touch wanders all around her soft pussy, discovering her clit and her snug inner lips.

She’s already so wet for me. It’s nearly impossible to stifle my deep groan as I dip inside, collecting her sweet juices to drag around the warm little button peeking out. At the slightest bit of friction in just the right spot, Holly’s eyes roll back with a choked sound. Her lovely face is utterly transformed with an expression that imprints on my soul.

This is my woman, meant for me.Mine. Yes, my inner thoughts have apparently started speaking Caveman, but there’s no stopping it, knowing that she’s as hot for me as I am for her.

Giving her a deep, steamy kiss, I alternate between circling her clit and stroking straight through her delicate pussy lips. Keeping my rhythm slightly uneven, I wait until I feel her stomach tremble and her thighs tighten slightly around my hand.

“I need to feel you come.” My voice is almost guttural. Thankfully, Holly doesn’t seem fazed by this side of me that’s appeared out of the blue.

“Mmm…please.” The word is soft, nearly broken.

“Rock against my hand, baby.” Placing my thumb on her clit with my middle finger barely inside, I wait, curious. Is she going to get shy? Or does she know what she wants?

Tentatively she begins to move against me, testing the sensations before her lips fall open with a breathy sigh. Her heels dig into the bed as she rocks, pulling my finger in and out and increasing the friction across her clit.

I watch for a full minute, studying her timing and the pressure she craves. Is this the first time she’s been with a man? Definitely.

That fills a primitive part of my heart with joy. To be her first, her only, to be the lucky man who gets to satisfy this beauty for the rest of our lives…

With a deep groan, I taste her lips again, taking over from her, copying her movements so that she can relax her legs. Holly’s hands grip my shoulders desperately as she moans and sighs against my mouth.

The tension in her delicate body hits the limit and she comes with a sharp cry, her inner walls tightening around my finger as her hips and thighs tremble. Releasing her lips, I watch as she blinks hard, shaking and moaning, writhing against my hand before collapsing back on the bed with a long, contented sigh.

“Sexiest woman alive,” I murmur, giving her a gentle kiss. Removing my hand, I can’t resist popping my finger into my mouth. “And delicious.”

Her huge hazel eyes fly wide. “Really?”

“Yes. I can’t wait to taste you properly, gorgeous.” I pull her clothing back into place and tuck the blankets around her. “I’ll set the front door to lock and double check it before I leave. See you tomorrow.”

Before I can stand, Holly grabs me, pulling me close for a deep, sultry kiss that reignites the fire that I’ve been trying to put out. I’m not sure if she notices that I need to adjust myself.

“Sweet dreams, little angel.”

“Goodnight…guardian angel.”

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