Page 32 of The Christmas Gift

Her heart was beating so fast, Ivy wasn’t sure she could move if she wanted to. The prospect of Cor sliding his shaft into her, filling her until he could go no further made her shiver. But it wasn’t his dick sliding along her core. It was his hot slick tongue flicking against her clit. She jerked.

“I said, don’t move.”

“What are you doing?” She panted.

He chuckled. “If you have to ask, it means I need to redouble my efforts.”

Oh goodness, did he ever!The tips of Ivy’s fingers pressed against the smooth surface of the table without purchase as every whisk of his tongue drove her high and higher. Her lips parted on a silent scream. Her body shook from the force of her release.

The muscles along her legs turned to mush as she slumped on top of the table. His insistent caresses kept her hungry, clenching for all of him. She could get used to repeated lovemaking. Craved it. The idea of having Cor whenever she desired had her muscles throbbing in anticipation at the first press of his dick.

“Are you ready?”

She’d been ready the moment he bent her over the table. In answer, she tilted her hips.

Cor groaned. “You’re a temptress, you know that.”

The heel of her foot arched off the floor until she stood on her toes, Cor firmly seated between her thighs. If her earlier orgasm was a sweet release, this one was going to be sweet agony as he set a slow torturous rhythm.

After spending an entire night wrapped in self-doubt, she thought she wanted hard and fast as a reminder to be present. The opposite was true.

Cor was gentle, each touch an intimate caress that connected them in ways that were soul deep. She welcomed all of him. His possessiveness. The lighthearted side was sweet and thoughtful. Most of all, though it was at odds with every fiber in her being, she made room for his spontaneity.

He hadn’t asked her to change, instead, he had made concessions of his own.

Wasn’t that love?

Her body spasmed, sending sparks of electricity to when they were connected. He gripped her hips. His thrusts became urgent.

She loved him! Ivy loved him with every fiber of her being. No longer was she afraid of their future.

“Dammit, Ivy. I can’t hold on much longer!” he hissed. His fingers found her clit. Boldly, she covered his fingers with her own as he intimately touched her wet folds.

This time, when she shouted her release, their cries mingled. The air was an elixir of their sex as they collapsed on the table.

When he withdrew, Ivy was bereft. Until she heard the dragging of a dining chair, before he gathered her close, seating her in his lap.

“Next time I want to watch you touch yourself.” He caressed her stomach. “That was fucking hot.”

“You accept my apology?” She cupped his cheeks, her thumb caressed the stubble along his chin.

Before he answered, her phone vibrated, reminding her of what she needed to say.

“I didn’t get your message last night.”

His brows furrowed skeptically.

“It’s true,” she said, moving to get her phone, but he held her in place. “I should have updated my phone weeks ago.” She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter. I would have wanted to tell you in person I’m in love with you too.”

“I don’t think I heard you.”

“I love you.” She giggled. It was the first time she’d uttered those words to a man. “I’m not going to let my past, how I saw my parents’ marriage influence our relationship.”

“I hope you wrote all that down.”

“You don’t trust I’ll remember?” She challenged.

“I trust you,” he assured. “I love hearing…but can settle for seeing your ‘I love yous.’"

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