Page 35 of The Holiday Disaster

His mouth opened in a gasp as I held still completely inside him. The sting of my skin as he clawed my back only enhanced the intense pleasure that ripped through me at being connected with him.

I captured his lips with mine, keeping still while he adjusted to me despite how much his twitching ass urged me to move. And when I thought I’d die from holding back, Ethan pushed at my chest. The unshed tears that had pooled in the corners of his eyes had slid down his cheeks, but his face was full of determination.

“Move,” he demanded, testing himself with a small thrust up. I hummed at the movement, craving more of it, but I held his hips still, worried that I’d hurt him.

He wasn’t having any of my plans of taking it slow. “I’m okay,” he whispered as he grabbed my hands and threaded our fingers together while they lay by his hips. “I may be your princess, but I’m not fragile,” he said with a teasing smile. I chuckled at his unexpected words. It was also a wake-up call that he was a grown adult and I didn’t have to treat him like he would break.

I squeezed his hands tight and set a slow pace. He let out soft grunts with each thrust but didn’t show any signs of pain. When I angled my hips and hit a certain spot, his grunts melted into moans.

“Fuck, that felt good. Do more of that,” he whined, and what else could I do but comply? My hips drilled down with more force as I continuously hit his prostate. He met me thrust for thrust as we chased our pleasure.

The heavenly sounds that left his lips and the tight grip his asshole had on me were almost enough to send me over, but I refused to come before him. I grabbed his hard dick and stroked in time with our hips.

One stroke, then another, and he was spilling onto my hand. His mouth parted as he screamed out his orgasm. I swallowed the remainder of his moans as his spasming hole brought me to my own release.

My seed spilled into him, and the thought of marking him as mine had my dick throbbing again with pleasure. When the waves of my orgasm finally subsided, I fell on top of him. My forehead snuggled in the crook of his neck as I caught my breath.

Ethan had his arms and legs wrapped around me, and even his hole clenched around my softened dick, refusing to let me go. I pulled up as much as he allowed me to and peppered soft kisses on his forehead, eyelid, nose, cheek, and landed at his rosy lips.

Our kisses turned slow and languid. The actions were more of a comfort knowing the other person was here with us instead of chasing some kind of pleasure.

My relationships with my exes had always been about our enjoyment. We stayed together while it was fun and naturally separated when things fizzled out.

It was different with Ethan. The pleasure he brought me was unparalleled to anything else, but the deep-rooted sense of contentedness being with him elicited in me was better than any sex high.

After I did a quick clean up and threw the condom away, I brought him into my arms again. His head nestled against my chest and his soft snores the only sounds in the silent room. I knew this man had captured my heart, and I never wanted it back.

His deep breaths slowly lulled me to sleep. I held him close, our skin pasted together without a centimeter between us. Even in my dreams, I prayed that this was what every day of the rest of our lives looked like.

TWENTY-THREE

ETHAN

I was so warm and comfortable that I didn’t want to wake up. However, the hardness that was pressing against my belly mirrored the same one I was sporting.

One eye popped open, then the other, to see the view of a wide, tan chest. Kingsley had me wrapped in a bear hug, and his arm had become my pillow.

I didn’t know what time it was, but I was refreshed, having had the best sleep of my life. There was still a bit of soreness from behind, but it wasn’t painful enough to cause more than discomfort.

And the best part of this morning was the fact that I didn’t have to run to the bathroom to hide my morning wood like I had to yesterday. Kingsley and I were together now, and I didn’t have to be ashamed of the way my body reacted to him.

Kingsley was still snoring into my hair, and while I wanted him to get his rest, my mind and body were both awake and demanding attention. My hand wandered down his wide chest and toned abs and landed at the thing that had been poking me in the stomach.

His morning wood was standing up proudly. I peered around the arm that held me to look at the large organ that had been inside me last night. It looked red and angry under the dim light that flowed in through the window curtains.

Now that I could think calmly under the morning sun, the idea of him completely fitting inside of me was crazy. Even a single finger felt like too much at first, not to mention his entire cock.

I slowly stroked his member, taking my time to feel every single vein on it. He let out a sleepy moan and loosened his hold on me. A few more strokes later, and he fell flat onto his back with an arm over his head.

Thinking that he had woken up, I stopped my movements and waited but was only greeted with the sounds of more snores a few seconds later.

We couldn’t have that, now could we?

I straddled his waist with my back facing him and so that his hard cock was pointing up at me. Kingsley had given me a blowjob yesterday, but I’d been too nervous to return the favor.

If my ass could take him, so could my mouth. Courage burst through me this morning, and I was going to use it to charge in. I grabbed my prize and gave it one more stroke before going in head first.

His musky flavor exploded in my mouth as I tried to take as much of him as I could. Being my first time, I was too inexperienced to know the correct technique, and I had only managed to go halfway.

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