Page 10 of The Mistletoe Promise

Amanda rocks her hips, urging me to move. "You feel incredible too," she breathes. "Please, Frankie. I need you to fuck me. You make me feel so full."

Her words ignite something primal within me. I pull back slowly before thrusting back in, setting a steady rhythm. Amanda meets me thrust for thrust, her nails digging into my back as she moans in pleasure.

"Harder," she gasps. "Please, I need more."

I growl, picking up the pace. The room fills with the sounds of our passion - skin slapping against skin, breathless moans, and whispered encouragements. I can feel Amanda getting close again, her inner walls starting to flutter around me.

"That's it, Kitten," I pant, reaching between us to rub her clit. "Come for me again. I want to feel you come around my cock."

Amanda cries out, her back arching as she climaxes. The sight of her coming undone and the feel of her pussy clenching around me pushes me over the edge. With a guttural groan, I bury myself deep inside her as I come, wave after wave of pleasure washing over me.

I place soft kisses against her neck as I try to catch my breath. Once I’m able to do so, I roll to the side, pulling Amanda with me so she's draped across my chest.

"Fuck, that was…" Amanda trails off, seemingly at a loss for words.

I chuckle, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Yeah, it was," I agree, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on her back.

We lay there for a while, basking in the afterglow. The room is quiet except for the sound of waves crashing outside and our gradually slowing breaths. I can feel Amanda's heartbeat against my chest; steady and comforting.

"I hope you know this wasn't just a one-time thing for me," I murmur, breaking the silence.

Amanda props herself up on an elbow, looking down at me with a soft smile. "I’m not sure," she admits. "I’m not sure I’m ready for a relationship."

My heart clenches at her words. Fuck. I reach up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I understand that, Kitten. You’ve had a rough time and you’ve only just gotten out of a relationship. But that doesn’t stop me from wanting you."

She leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. "Show me," she whispers against my mouth.

I grin, rolling us over so she's beneath me once more. "Gladly," I growl, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.

As our kiss deepens, I feel Amanda's hands roaming over my chest and down my abs. Her touch ignites sparks across my skin. I groan into her mouth as her fingers wrap around my hardening length.

"Someone's eager for round two," she teases, stroking me slowly.

I nip at her bottom lip in retaliation. "Can you blame me? You're sexy as hell."

Amanda giggles, the sound music to my ears. "Flattery will get you everywhere."

"Is that so?" I murmur, trailing kisses along her jaw. "And where exactly do you want me to go?"

She arches her neck, giving me better access. "Everywhere," she breathes. "I want your hands, your mouth, all over me."

I'm more than happy to oblige. I take my time exploring her body, mapping every curve and dip with my fingers and lips. I discover a particularly sensitive spot just below her left ear that makes her gasp and squirm. Her breathy moans and whimpers of pleasure spur me on.

When I finally settle between her thighs again, Amanda is trembling with need. I look up at her, drinking in the sight of her flushed cheeks and dark, desire-filled eyes.

"Tell me what you want, Kitten," I say, my breath ghosting over her wet folds.

Amanda whimpers, her hips lifting slightly off the bed. "Your mouth," she gasps. "Please, Frankie. I need your mouth on me."

I smirk, pressing a soft kiss to her inner thigh. "As you wish."

I dive in, licking a broad stripe up her slit before focusing on her clit. Amanda cries out, her hands flying to my hair as she grinds against my face. I alternate between long, slow licks and quick flicks of my tongue, keeping her on edge.

"Oh god, oh god," she chants, her thighs trembling on either side of my head.

I slip two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that spot that drives her wild. Amanda's back arches off the bed, a strangled moan escaping her lips. I can feel her getting close, her inner walls starting to flutter around my fingers.

"That's it, Kitten," I murmur against her. "Let go for me. I want to taste you when you come."

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