Page 18 of Connected By Christmas
“Oh, I’m just getting started, baby. I hope you can keep your screams to a minimum tonight. We wouldn’t want your brother hearing his sister scream out his best friend’s name,” he grins wickedly at me before his tongue dives into my mouth in search of mine.
His hard length is pressed up against my stomach as I greedily slide against it. The steam swirls around us, casting our own private veil as our slick bodies mold together. He always knows just what to do to make my body feel alive.
“I want you on your knees, Bell. Grab the side of the hot tub.” His voice is low against my ear. He lifts me and sets me down on the seat next to him. The mixture of his words and the tone of his voice has me throbbing in places only he has touched. I turn around and grasp the side of the hot tub on my knees. The cool air feels good against my upper body as it hits my hot flesh.
I feel him come up behind me and grab my hips tightly. Pressing against my bottom, he’s swollen and ready for me as heslides against my skin. I push back against him and feel him grin against my ear.
“Ask nicely, Bell, and I just might give you what you want.” He sucks my neck, leaving his mark on my skin.
Gripping my flesh harder, he teases me with the one thing I need deep inside me. I try to lift my hips to bring him in, but he holds me at his mercy.
“Please, Mav. I need you inside me.” The plea in my voice has him centering himself where I crave him the most.
“That’s my girl,” he moans as he slides in from behind. My body stretches around him until he’s fully seated inside. “Your pussy has got to be the single best thing I’ve ever felt in my entire life. Every time with you feels like the first time.” He pulls out and goes back in, filling me completely again.
“You are the single best thing I’ve ever felt, too.” I groan when he goes harder, shooting a firework straight to my core.
“I’m the first and last thing this sweet pussy will ever feel,” he growls and moves my body slightly to the right. He pushes me closer to the wall of the hot tub, and I’m confused about what he’s doing until he angles me just right, and the jet stream hits me right on my swollen clit.
“Oh my God, Mav,” I moan when it continues to hit me straight on.
“About that scream…” He goes deeper, pushing me against the jet.
“Give me your hand,” I rasp out, knowing I need something to block out the sound that no doubt is going to escape no matter how hard I try to stop it. The sensations are coming at me from both angles as I feel my body start to prepare.
His hand snakes up my breasts and clutches my throat briefly before covering my mouth. He goes faster, and with each thrust, the jet sends sparks through my body until I can no longer hold back as my body ignites with fireworks that I feel in my very soul.
His palm muffles my cry as I squeeze around him tightly, bringing him with me.
He presses his mouth to my back as his moan vibrates against my skin. My body trembles as the last of the orgasm races through me. His hand drops as I try to get my breathing under control.
“Did you have that planned out all along?” I pant against the cold air. “You knew exactly what you were doing with those jets.”
“I always know exactly what I’m doing,” he grins against my back. “But no, I didn’t plan that. I knew when I felt them, though, exactly what I was going to use them on,” he chuckles against my back. “I take it you liked it?”
“Like is an understatement,” I laugh. “This jet just became my best friend.”
“I thought I was your best friend.” I hear the fake pout in his voice and giggle.
He slides out of me as I turn. Wrapping my arms and legs around him, I bring his lips to mine. “The jet can be second. You’ll always be my first.”
“You’re my first, too. Just don’t tell Noah. In third grade, we made a blood oath that we would always be in the number one spot for best friend.”
“Your secret is safe with me,” I laugh. “Look.” I point to the stars and see our constellation shining brightly. He surprised me one night under the stars with his knowledge of astronomy. He told me the love story of Perseus and Andromeda, and it quickly became my favorite. We even got Travis to give us matching tattoos that he sketched of the constellation weaved around my favorite flower…a daisy. Whenever I look at it, it’s always a constant reminder of our promise to each other…our vow to end up side by side in the stars so our love story, too, can be told centuries later, shining brightly for all to see.
My legs burn as I step off the snowboard. We decided to hit the slopes today—well, everyone except Emma and Skye. They spent the afternoon catching up by the fireplace in the lobby.
We used to go on family vacations together, and our parents always loved going on a ski trip after Christmas so we could see the snow. Maverick and Noah took to snowboarding right away as kids. Growing up on surfboards definitely gave them an advantage, but Sophia and I held our own and were always up for the challenge.
Everyone else quit an hour ago, leaving Maverick and me to battle it out on the slopes. I was determined to keep up with him, and now I’ll be paying the price tomorrow, already feeling the soreness in my muscles.
“Don’t worry, I’m feeling it too,” Mav laughs when he notices me moving slower than usual. “You’ll feel better in a minute once we walk around. Here, let me take that.” He grabs the snowboard out of my hand and puts them both under his arm. “You kept up with me today. I guess all those surf lessons are paying off,” he grins at me.
I’ve been surfing with him more on days when the waves are good in our area. I’m not ready for the pipeline, but I can at least stay up now and ride some of the bigger ones. Maverick does most of his surfing out of the country, but it’s always fun when our Florida coast gets hit with some barrels in our waters.
“My surf instructor is all right,” I grin. “He can be a bit bossy.”
He grabs my hand, causing me to shriek when I’m thrown back into his body.
