Page 25 of Once Upon a Holiday Vacation
He guided me backwards until my knees hit the edge of the bed. With a gentle push, I fell onto the soft mattress, my breath catching as he crawled over me. His body hovered above mine, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off his skin.
He bent down, his warm breath sending goose bumps skittering across my skin as his mouth trailed down my neck. My hands traveled over his broad back, marveling at the play of muscles beneath my fingertips. Every touch, every kiss felt electric, sending sparks of pleasure through my body.
Bracing himself with his elbows, he pulled back, staring at me like a man who was starving, and I was his feast. I felt both exposed and incredibly safe under his gaze.
“You are so sexy. How did I never see it before?” he murmured, his voice filled with awe.
I felt a blush creep up my cheeks. “Says the guy who looks like he walked off the cover of a romance novel.”
Weston’s touch was gentle yet purposeful, his hands and lips mapping my skin with reverent care. I shivered as his fingers trailed down my sides, gasping when he found a particularly sensitive spot.
“You’re so responsive,” he murmured against my collarbone, his voice filled with wonder. “So beautiful like this.”
I arched into his touch, craving more. “West, please,” I whimpered, not even sure what I was asking for.
I gasped as he leaned down to whisper in my ear, his breath warm against my neck. “If I do anything you don’t like, you have to tell me, okay?” he murmured, his voice low and husky.
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. My mind was a whirlwind of sensations and emotions, each touch igniting a spark I never knew existed within me.
“You have to tell me,” he insisted, his blue eyes searching mine. “I need to hear you say it.”
I swallowed hard, finding my voice. “Yes, West. It’s more than okay. It’s... everything.”
His smile was radiant as he continued his exploration, his fingers moving with careful deliberation. I couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped my lips.
“Damn,” he said on an exhale. “The sounds you make... they’re driving me crazy.”
I laughed softly, feeling a surge of confidence. “Well, you’re the one causing them, so I’d say that’s your fault.”
A slow smile spread across his face. “I’m just getting started, babe.”
He reached for the nightstand, fumbling for a moment before producing a small bottle and a foil packet. My heart raced as Iwatched him coat his fingers with lube then he knelt between my legs.
I clasped the back of my knees and pulled them up to my chest, exposing myself to his hungry gaze. “Fuuuuuck!” he rasped.
His touches became more intimate, his slick fingers tracing around my opening. I felt a heady mix of pleasure and longing coursing through me. It was as if every nerve ending in my body was hyper-aware of his presence, his touch, his very being.
He dipped a finger in, slowly circling it around my rim, and coaxing the muscle to relax. Carefully, he worked a second finger inside me. My body responded to his magic touch, the muscles loosening and opening for him like a flower blooming for the sun.
By the time he slid a third finger in, I was practically begging him to fuck me. “Please, West. I can’t wait any longer. I’m ready. I need you.”
He made quick work of opening the condom packet and sliding it on and then with agonizing slowness, Weston began to enter me. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of pleasure and fullness. Our eyes remained locked, an unspoken promise passing between us.
“Oh,” I breathed, feeling a sense of completeness wash over me. It was as if everything in my life had been leading to this moment, this connection with Weston.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding still.
I nodded, cupping his face in my hands. “I’m perfect. You’re perfect. This is... perfect.”
As he began to move, I felt as if my entire world had shifted on its axis. Everything else faded away until there was nothing but us, joined together in the most intimate way possible.
I lost myself in the rhythm of our lovemaking, each movement filled with a tenderness I’d never experienced before. His eyes never left mine, his gaze intense and full of emotion.
“Oh God, East,” he said in a whisper, his voice husky. “You feel unbelievable. So hot, squeezing my dick so tight.”
I felt a blush creep up my cheeks, but for once, I didn’t try to hide it. The sensations were overwhelming, pleasure coursing through my body in waves. I felt as if I was floating, untethered from reality, with only Weston as my anchor.
“This feels incredible,” I murmured, arching into him.
