Page 19 of Merry Mix-Up

I bit my lower lip, trying to resist the whimper. This man made me want to melt into a puddle. "Well, since you put it like that…" I purred, running my fingernails down the back of hisneck. "I guess we can have our own private screening." I nipped at his jawline and felt his low groan vibrate through him.

Newt scooped me up in his arms, carrying me to my bed, but not before kicking the door shut. He laid me down gently, but there was nothing gentle about the way he undressed me, as if he couldn't get my clothes off fast enough. My heart pounded in my ears, my entire body on fire for him. I touched my clit while he tore his own clothes off and then joined me in bed. He was already hard, just the insinuation that we’d have sex enough to arouse him.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, trailing his fingertips along my collarbone and down to the swell of my breast. "I've been thinking about this all day."

"I… I've been thinking about it too," I confessed, my cheeks flushing crimson. "About you, I mean."

He grinned, his eyes dark with desire. "I'm glad to know I'm not the only one."

It wasn’t a lie, either. Newt was the only thing I could think about. I couldn't focus or concentrate. I’d made so many little mistakes on the dress and had to redo things. And every time my phone rang, my heart jumped. It was fear that Amber was calling to chew me out or flutters hoping it was him. My adrenal glands were getting a big workout this month.

Newt leaned in, his lips brushing mine, his tongue teasing my bottom lip. My body arched toward him, wanting more. His hands cupped my breasts and his thumbs brushed my nipples, sending electricity straight to my core. I moaned and tangled my hands in his hair to pull him closer.

"I want you, Mav," he growled, the hunger in his voice making my sex throb.

"God, I want you too," I panted, lifting my hips as he slipped his hand between my thighs, his fingers finding my slick folds. "Please…"

He kissed me again as his fingers dipped through my slit and the moisture my body was making. "You're so wet," he said, his voice a low growl, as if he couldn't believe his luck.

“Newt,” I breathed, arching toward him. I couldn’t get enough of him, couldn’t get close enough. He teased me for a few more moments, his fingers dancing over my swollen clit before he inserted two of them inside me. I gasped and my head lolled back.

What followed was an erotic blur of sensations. Newt's lips on my neck, the wet sounds of his fingers inside me, the ever-increasing tension building in my core. His thumb found my clit and rubbed it in such a way that made the pressure within me coil tighter and tighter, like a coiled spring. I was so close, I thought I might explode.

"I'm… I'm…" I panted, my fingers digging into the sheets.

"That's it, baby," Newt encouraged, his voice a soothing rumble in my ear. "Let go for me."

A white-hot sensation coursed through me, and I cried out, my body shuddering around him. Newt didn't stop there, either. He kept up the pace, his fingers and thumb working in tandem, sending wave after wave of pleasure through my body until I was a quivering mess beneath him. I convulsed and whimpered, gasping for breath, twitching up off the mattress as he finger fucked me.

When my orgasm subsided, I was left panting, my chest heaving. Newt crawled up the bed and looked down at me with dark, hooded eyes. He leaned in, his lips brushing mine, his tongue teasing my bottom lip.

"Wow," I breathed, my entire body tingling.

Newt chuckled with a self-satisfied grin on his face. "I’m not done yet."

The anticipation of what he’d do next had my heart racing all over again. His gaze left my lips and rose to meet my eyes,his own still swirling with that same unreadable heat. Slowly, he reached out his free hand and brushed a stray strand of hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear. His touch was like lava, making more warmth pool in my groin.

“What’s next?” I asked, still partially breathless.

Newt didn’t utter a word in response. Instead, he dipped his head and lavished my kiss-swollen lips with his tongue, swirling it around in delicious circles before biting my lower lip and tugging it. His fingers were not idle either, massaging my entrance, spreading me open invitingly. I let my body go limp as he rolled to his back and took me with him. I had no choice but to straddle him, and as I did, he slid into me with force that had me seeing stars.

“Oh, God,” I groaned. My eyes fluttered shut and I sucked in a breath.

Newt's hands gripped my hips, guiding me as he thrust upward. "Ride me," he growled, and I did as he said. I rocked my hips, meeting his every thrust.

The headboard slammed against the wall, the bed creaking under our weight.

"I can't… I can't," I panted, every muscle in my body tense, ready to fly apart.

"That's it, baby," he grunted, his hips grinding against mine. "Come for me again."

In a matter of seconds, I shattered apart, crying out his name as the second orgasm crashed over me, ten times stronger than the first. Newt's grip on my hips tightened as he groaned, burying himself deep inside me one last time before quickly lifting me so his cock slid out. His warmth spewed onto his chest and belly, then puddled under his stiff cock, and I felt dizzy, lightheaded from the intensity of it all.

It was strange how one minute, I could feel so anxious and uneasy about things and the next, I could not give a single damnabout it. I dropped to the bed next to him, panting, and he took a deep breath and blew it out.

“Right back… Then give me twenty and we can go again.” He got up and headed for the bathroom, and I snickered. For an old guy, he had stamina, at least. I could get used to this.

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