Page 11 of Holiday Hijinks

His eyes locked with hers, and he saw the longing and desire in her gaze.

He slid his fingers beneath the lace covering her sex, delving through her slick, hot folds. Ashleigh moaned on the sofa, and Slate doubled his efforts, sucking on one nipple again as his hand worked her pussy. His thumb unerringly found her clit, still covered in lace, even as his fingers slid into her opening. She took him easily, moaning louder as he prepared her to take his thick cock. Ashleigh was so much smaller than him, he always had to be careful, and there was no better feeling than sinkinghis throbbing dick inside her welcoming body, right where he belonged.

Slate pumped his fingers in and out of her slick channel and rubbed her swollen bud through the material with his thumb, knowing the drag of lace against her clit would add even more sensation.

Ashleigh cried out, her hands gripping his forearm as she tried to both spur him on and pull him away. She was gorgeous in the sexy lingerie, spread out for him on the sofa—feminine and sexy yet innocent in a way that drew out his baser side. Ash always came alive under his touch, and he had a deep-seated need to pleasure and claim her. Slate growled and nipped at her breast, before laving her nipple with the flat of his tongue to soothe the sting. His fingers continued thrusting in and out of her slick pussy, Ashleigh’s mewls and whimpers growing louder.

He looked up, catching the look of pure ecstasy in her expression. “You’re gorgeous,” he murmured huskily. “Sexy. Tempting. Completely mine. Come for me, Ashleigh. Ride my fingers and come on my hand.” Slate twisted his wrist, pumping his fingers faster, and as his thumb rubbed over her clit, teasing her into a frenzy, she gasped and then screamed, her inner walls spasming around him as she writhed beneath him and came and came.

Ashleigh was panting, covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and a feeling of satisfaction rolled over him. He smiled before pinning her with a smug, hot look. “I love watching you come apart for me.” Her cheeks were flushed as she looked at him, her hair disheveled from tossing her head back and forth, and she was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. “I need all of you,” he said, reluctantly sliding his fingers free from her hot pussy. Slate sucked off her juices as she flushed, then adjusted himself, hisaching erection now straining against his pants, hot and hard for his woman.

“Then take me,” she pleaded.

He stripped off his shirt, shoving down his jeans and boxers before prowling over her once more. His jeans weren’t even fully off him, but his cock jumped, erect and ready to slide into her hot, slick sheath. Ashleigh’s small hands gripped his thick length, and he let out a groan, the feel of her holding his cock nearly causing him to explode.

“Fuck. You’re still in the lingerie,” he said, hovering over her. He was practically shaking with restraint, his forearms holding his weight above her, his woman’s hands still gripping his erection. Ashleigh murmured something softly and reached down, pulling the lace covering her sex to the side. He shifted, sliding through her slick folds as he lined himself up. Slate briefly let his gaze rake over her once more before he thrust in to her tight heat, both of them gasping. His thick erection penetrated her, easily sliding in to the hilt as her arousal slickened the way, and he bottomed out, the base of his erection nestled against her clit.

His Ashleigh was hot and wet and perfect. The best damn thing he’d ever felt.

“I don’t know if I can be gentle,” he warned, his chest heaving up and down.

“I’m yours, Slate. Take me,” she told him again.

And then Slate was thrusting into her, fucking her hard on the sofa as she clung to him. He’d take her slowly by the fire later when they made love, cherish every inch of her body, but this moment right now was a claiming.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered. Ashleigh’s slender fingers slid between them, playing with her clit as he stroked in and out.As she moaned and he felt her inner walls tightening, he sped up once more, Ashleigh’s pretty breasts bouncing with his every movement. Finally, with a sweet cry, Ashleigh was coming again, this time on his cock, her pussy squeezing around him like a vice. Slate grunted as his balls tightened, unable to hold back any longer, and then he followed her over, burying his face in her neck as he groaned out his own release, his body shuddering.

He could still feel her walls spasming around him, her breaths coming in tiny gasps, her fingernails digging into him. Slate managed to lift his head, and he kissed her, their bodies still joined.

“I’m going to crush you,” he muttered, starting to pull away, but Ashleigh tightened her arms around him.

“Stay.”

A huff of laughter escaped his lips, but he kissed her again, still half-hard inside her.

“Again?” she asked in surprise.

“Again. And again,” he promised, before kissing her more deeply as his cock swelled inside her, then making his promises come true.

Chapter 6

Ashleigh awoke the following morning, Slate wrapped around her, her body deliciously sore. After he’d taken her twice on the sofa, he’d stripped off the negligee he’d given her, and they’d made love on the blankets in front of the fire, slow and sweet. At some point they’d fallen asleep, and he’d carried her down the hallway to the master bedroom. She’d slept alone here last year, with Slate taking the guestroom, when they’d found themselves unexpectedly both staying at Jett and Anna’s cabin. And now?

Absolutely everything had changed.

“Good morning, future Mrs. Hutchinson,” Slate said huskily, his voice thick with sleep.

She flushed as he tightened his arms around her and she felt his morning erection rub against her bare bottom. Slate was always aroused and ready for her when he awoke, and she loved knowing how much he wanted her.

“Ummm,” she said, leisurely stretching. She arched back against him, listening to his quiet moan as she inadvertently rubbed against his swollen cock. “Good morning yourself. You’re in a good mood,” she teased, practically shivering in delight as one big hand palmed her breast and he trailed kisses down her neck. Slate nipped at her playfully, and Ashleigh felt her nipples tighten and heat coil down from her belly, her body immediately responding to him.

“Maybe I’m remembering how incredible last night was—and thinking about how someday I’ll make you my wife.” His other hand slid down the front of her body, his fingers lazily draggingover her stomach, before lightly caressing her sex. “Are you sore?” he murmured, gently fingering her folds.

Heat bloomed across her face as she nodded, and Slate stilled. Shifting, he turned her over in bed and hovered above her, his green eyes holding her captive. “I was too rough with you.”

“Not too rough, but you’re big,” she said, her cheeks no doubt turning pinker.

“I’m sorry.”

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