Page 9 of The Mistletoe Promise

Amanda's body shudders against mine as she climaxes, her inner walls clenching around my fingers. I hold her close, supporting her as the waves of pleasure wash over her.

"That's it, Kitten," I murmur, pressing soft kisses to her neck. "You're so beautiful when you come."

She clings to me, her breathing ragged. "Frankie," she whispers, her voice filled with wonder and desire. "God that felt so good. I’ve wanted to do that since the flight." She swipes her tongue along her bottom lip. “I want to feel you.”

I pull back slightly to look into her eyes. "Me too," I admit. "But we can't do this here."

Amanda nods, understanding. We're still in full view of the beach, even if the water provides some cover. "My room?" she suggests, a mischievous glint in her eye.

I grin, loving this playful side of her. "Lead the way."

We make our way out of the water, trying to look casual as we gather our things. I drape a towel around Amanda's shoulders, using it as an excuse to pull her close and whisper in her ear.

"I can't wait to taste every inch of you."

She shivers, her eyes darkening with renewed desire. "Then what are we waiting for?"

Damn, I can’t wait to taste her, to fuck her, watching her come in the ocean was magnificent, I can only imagine how good it’ll be when I’m balls deep inside of her.

FIVE

FRANKIE

As soon as Amanda's room door closes behind us, I have her pressed against it, my lips crashing down on hers.

Amanda moans into my mouth, her hands fisting in my wet hair as she pulls me closer. I lift her up, and she instinctively wraps her legs around my waist. The friction of her core against my hardness makes us both groan with need.

I carry her to the bed, laying her down gently without breaking our kiss. My hands roam her body, peeling away her wet swimsuit. I trail kisses down her neck, savoring the taste of salt on her skin.

"God, you're gorgeous," I murmur against her collarbone. My lips continue their journey downward, pausing to lavish attention on her breasts. Amanda arches into me, gasping as I take a nipple into my mouth.

"Frankie, please," she whimpers, her hips rocking against mine.

I smirk against her skin. "Patience, remember?" I tease, echoing my words from earlier. But truth be told, my own control is hanging by a thread.

I kiss my way down her stomach, settling between her thighs. The first swipe of my tongue against her pussy has us bothmoaning. She tastes even better than I imagined. Christ, she tastes so fucking good.

I lose myself in pleasuring her, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on her clit. Amanda writhes beneath me, her fingers tangled in my hair as she gasps and moans.

"Oh god, Frankie, I'm close," she pants, her thighs quivering against me.

I double down on my efforts, sucking her clit while sliding two fingers inside her. Amanda cries out, her back arching off the bed as she comes undone. I don't let up, working her through her orgasm until she's trembling and pushing at my shoulders.

"Too much," she gasps, her chest heaving.

I kiss my way back up her body, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Amanda moans, tasting herself on my tongue. Her hands roam my back, nails scraping lightly against my skin.

"I need you inside me," she whispers against my lips. "Please, Frankie."

I groan, my cock throbbing at her words. "Fuck, Amanda. You have no idea what you do to me."

Positioning myself at her entrance once I have freed my cock from my pants, I lock eyes with her. "You sure about this?"

Amanda nods, wrapping her legs around my waist. "I've never been more sure of anything."

With a groan, I push into her slowly, savoring every inch. We both moan as I bottom out, the sensation overwhelming. Amanda feels incredible, hot and tight around me.

"Christ, you feel amazing," I growl, holding still to let her adjust.

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