Page 98 of All I Want For Christmas

Her leg shifted restlessly. “Theo.”

“I owe you for interrupting earlier.”

“I don’t have to do it this way.Youcould finish me.”

“Oh, I intend to finish you, sweetheart. More than once. But I told you, this will help you be ready foreverythingI’ve got for you.”

She actually moaned. Out loud.

He gave her a lazy smile and dragged the vibrator up and down her thigh, moving it higher, closer to her center, each time.

Savannah wiggled, trying to get closer to the buzzing tip. But Theo was fully in charge.

Sure, she could have moved her hands. She could have sat up, pushed Theo away, gotten up, and left.

He was only in charge because she was letting him be in charge.

But she was definitely letting him be in charge.

And she was going to let him continue being in charge.

Because shereallywanted this to happen. Exactly like this.

“Theo—” She broke off on a gasp as he dragged the vibrator up to the crease where her thigh and pelvis met, then over her outer folds.

“Yes, Savannah?”

“Um.”

He took his cock in hand, stroking up and down a few times.

She moaned. “Please don’t tease me.”

“I will tease you. If that’s what I think you need.”

She gasped as he dragged the tip of the vibrator over her clit, lightly. So, so lightly.

“How…how is this…what I need?” she stammered as her body clenched and tingled.

“You need to slow the fuck down once in a while,” his voice had a harder, determined note to it. He wasn’t smiling as he spoke. He was looking directly into her eyes, in fact. “You need to lay back and let someone take care of you, literally. You need to put your care and comfort and pleasure in someone else’s hands now and then. You need to believe that someone else cares about you being happy and fulfilled.”

He ran the vibrator over her clit again, pausing just for a moment.

Her heart was pounding, and her toes literally curled, from the combination of his words and the way he pressed the tip of the vibrator against her clit. “Theo!” she gasped loudly. She used her vibrators—yes, plural—often, but having someone else doing it made it much more intense.

“Hearing my name on your pretty lips is so fucking sweet.”

God, how could he be romantic and sweet while being dirty and sexy at the same time?

“I didn’t expect to have you in my bed tonight,” he said, watching his hand move on her.

“Same.” She was practically panting already. “But really glad we finally got here.”

His eyes met hers. “Finally?”

She nodded. “I’ve been imagining it too.”

Thatgot him to move that damned vibrator back against her clit and keep it there.

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