Page 24 of Connected By Christmas
I brush my teeth real quick before applying some clear lip gloss. Taking a deep breath, I open the door and step out. Mav has his back to me, pouring our drinks, and I notice he’s down to his black boxer briefs. His broad back has a few new tattoos extending past his shoulder now. Travis has done a beautiful job with his add-ons.
The fireplace flames flicker across his body as my eyes roam over him. Before we were together, I would fantasize for hours what it would feel like to touch his bare skin…to be under his body and feel him pressed against me. Now that I know every inch of him…have tasted every inch of him, it’s still never enough. I can never get enough.
“Were you on the nice or naughty list this year?”
His head whips around to the sound of my voice, and his eyes widen. They roam down my body slowly before coming back up to meet mine. His green eyes blaze with heat, and I feel the flames licking at my skin.
“My thoughts right now are very naughty,” he replies huskily, holding out a wine glass. His eyes stay trained on me as I walk slowly over to him and take it from his outstretched hand. Taking a sip, I feel his eyes watch my throat move.
“Mmmmm.” Enjoying the way he’s looking at me, I reach for a strawberry and take a bite of the sweet fruit. Some juice escapes, and I swipe it with my tongue, taking another bite.
“Do you want a bite? They’re so good.” I hold up the strawberry, and he backs me up until I hit the island. He lifts me on the counter in one easy move and leans forward, caging me in with his lips inches from mine.
“Sure, I’ll take a bite.” His vivid green eyes darken as I lift the red fruit to his lips. He takes a bite, and I swallow hard as he savors the sweetness. When his tongue comes out to swipe his lips, all I can think about is wanting them on me.
His hands slowly skim my bare thighs, and he stops when he feels my pocket. Pulling out the handcuffs, a wicked grin splits his face.
“What do we have here?” He dangles them by his finger close to my face.
“They were in my bag,” I manage to get out.
“You really, really shouldn’t have shown me these.” His eyes gleam with mischief.
“Why?” I swallow down the rush of desire that’s starting to pool between my legs.
“Cause I’m on the naughty list.” His dimples appear as he lifts me up and carries me to the bed. He lies me down in the middle and straddles me. He’s straining against his boxers, and I reach for him, wanting to touch him. He catches my wrists before I can and lifts them above my head. I hear two clicks before I can even comprehend what’s happening. I pull on the restraints and realize I’m handcuffed to the wooden bed frame.
“Mav…” He hovers over me with a devilish look on his face. “I want to touch you.” I pull harder on the handcuffs, hoping they are cheap and will just break. Dammit Sophia. She, of course, got the real deal. It was supposed to be him in this metal contraption, not me. He grins even more when he realizes I’m stuck.
“If you are a good girl, I’ll let you touch what’s yoursafterI have my fun with you.” He sits up and fingers the strap on mylingerie. Tracing the deep V, I feel my nipples harden against the fabric. “If you could have felt my heart when you walked out in this outfit…it beat so fast, I thought it was the end of me. You have no idea the effect you have on me.” His finger traces around the sides of my breasts, and I automatically arch more into his touch. “If all I ever got to see for the rest of my life is what is right in front of me, I would die a happy man. You breathe life into me just by looking at me.”
I blink back the tears as his words pour over me, and his hand lovingly roams over my body.
“I want to make you feel everything tonight, Bell. I want you to feel exactly what I feel every time you touch me.” He slides the satin belt off my robe. “You take over all my senses when you are in the room.” He runs the red fabric through his hand as his voice washes over me. “I crave the taste of you on my tongue, the touch of your skin against my hand, the sound of your voice sends warmth throughout my body, the smell of you that I instantly want to breathe in…and the sight of you…”
He leans over and covers my eyes with the soft fabric, tying it behind my head. The world goes black, but I can feel his breath close to my lips.
“The sight of you brings me to my knees. In a world full of billions of people, your beauty is all I ever see.” His lips find mine, and I lean up for more. His tongue invades my mouth, and I moan as the sweet strawberry taste fills my senses. I feel his teeth bite my lower lip before he’s gone all too soon.
His body is no longer covering me as I hear him get off the bed. Not being able to see puts my body on hyper-alert as I try to figure out what is coming next. My breaths come out fast as I turn my head to the sound in the kitchen.
“If you could see what I see right now,” his low voice breaks the silence. Even though I can’t see him, I feel his eyes on mewith every fiber of my being. Goosebumps appear on my skin like a road map to where his eyes burn into me.
“Open your mouth for me.” The sweet taste of the strawberry hits me as I take a bite of the fruit. His tongue licks the juices from the corner of my mouth, sharing the sweetness with me. “So fucking good,” he breathes against my lips.
I feel the air hit my nipples as the fabric is pushed aside, freeing my breasts. He must have taken a bite of a strawberry because he rubs the rest of the uneaten fruit across both my nipples. The cool juice instantly coats them before dripping down and leaving a trail running down my breasts.
His lips are on me in seconds, licking and sucking the sweetness from me. Moaning from the feel of his lips on me, I strain against the cuffs for something to hold onto. He pulls back, and I’m panting hard when I feel ice-cold liquid hit my belly. The sparkling wine pools on my stomach before I feel him suck deep into my core as he drinks from me.
“As much as I love this outfit on you. It’s got to go. I promise to buy you another,” he says, seconds before I hear fabric ripping down the center, and I’m completely exposed to him. He lifts my legs so my heels are digging into the mattress before he spreads me wide.
“Fuck Bell, you are glistening for me,” he rasps out. I feel his finger swipe down my center and arch my hips with a moan. His finger touches my mouth before sliding it past my lips. “Taste what I crave.” I suck his finger hard, causing him to hiss out a breath. I imagine it’s his cock as I lick and suck every last bit of it clean. “Jesus,” he rasps out.
“Now let me taste what I crave.” A smile plays on my lips as I picture him gripping himself tightly and swiping his tip, coating his finger for me.
I part my mouth and hear him breathing hard as the salty taste hits my taste buds. Moaning, I suck harder, wishing it was something else.
“More,” I whimper. When he doesn’t move, I lift my head toward where I think he’s sitting. “I don’t want your finger this time.”
