Page 25 of Connected By Christmas
I hear the intake of his breath and smile when I feel him shift on the bed. I scoot up further, so I’m leaning more upright against the tall headboard. His knees sink in on either side of my breasts as I feel his velvet tip touch my lips. I swipe my tongue out and hear him moan when I greedily suck his arousal off.
Leaning forward as much as I can with the restraints, I take him further into my mouth before pulling back and moving my lips, slowing down the length of him again. His hands dive into my hair, and I moan against his skin as I take him deeper.
“Fuck, Bell, you feel so good wrapped around my cock like this.” He lifts the blindfold off, and I blink as he comes into focus. His body is straining with each movement as he grips the back of my head tighter. “Look at how hard I’m fighting to stay in control with you.” His muscles are taunt and rigid as his head is thrown back. The jawline I love to trace is clenched tightly as he struggles to constrain himself.
Just knowing I do this to him and watching him struggle to hold on has me lifting my knees and pressing my thighs together. He growls when he notices me trying to lift my hips to alleviate this ache that is growing.
He pulls out and quickly frees my wrists. I immediately run my hands down his hard chest. He’s breathing hard, and sweat has formed on his body as he moves back, grabbing me behind the knees and scooting me down beneath him.
He plunges deep, and I cry out, almost cumming on contact.
“You are so fucking wet. God, you feel so good.” He moves deeper and faster, causing me to arch my back.
“I’m not going to last, Mav,” I rasp out. My body is on the edge of slipping, and I won’t be able to stop it from falling.
“I’ll take that first one now, then.” He pulls back and slams into me as my body explodes around him. I leave my body as the sensations shoot through me. “That’s my girl,” I hear in the distance as I squeeze him tightly. He goes slower into me, savoring the feel of my orgasm’s heartbeat pulsing around him.
The slow movements allow me to catch my breath as I slowly return back to the present. He leans down and captures his lips with mine. The kiss is slow and thorough as he takes his time. With each joining of our bodies, I feel myself come alive again. I wrap my legs around him, and when my heels hit his back, a deep groan fills his body.
“The red heels…” He moans and goes deeper. I know they are his favorite on me, especially when I keep them on and put them to good use. There’s nothing this man loves more than me to mark him as mine. “Do your worst, baby. I better see you on my skin tomorrow,” he growls against my skin before tugging my nipple hard between his teeth.
I dig into his flesh with my heels, and he moans his approval. Sitting up, he grasps me under the knees and lifts me, shoving a pillow under my lower back, giving him just the angle he wants to dive deep.
He braces himself on the headboard with one hand and fills me hard in one thrust. I arch and dig my heels deeper into his back. Moaning, he goes harder as my fingernails bite into his thighs as I grip him tightly.
“I want you with me this time,” he pants and slams into me again. “Give me one more, my beautiful Bell.” He reaches down and rubs my clit, making my body ignite. The harder he fills me, the harder he presses into my swollen bud.
“Oh God,” I moan as I use my heels to lift myself even higher, meeting his thrust and digging into him even deeper.
“Fuuuck,” he growls deeply as my body starts to fall. His name leaves my lips on a cry as our bodies fall together. I’m flooded with warmth as he releases inside me. My body trembles from the strength of the orgasm as he slowly releases his grip on the headboard, and I unwind my legs from his waist.
He kisses me gently before slowly rolling me over so I’m lying on his chest. I snuggle up against him and hear his heartbeat beating fast against my ear.
“That was…” he looks up at the stars and struggles for the words.
“It was just…us,” I sigh and follow his gaze to the night sky.
“Yeah, it was just us.” We sit there in silence, watching the stars until our eyes can no longer stay open. I fall into a deep sleep, listening to his heartbeat as it syncs with mine.
Chapter Ten
Maverick and Bella
MAVERICK
“Wake up, beautiful,”I kiss her neck and breathe her in. “You won’t want to miss this.” She blinks her eyes open, and her blues find mine. “There you are,” I smile.
“What time is it?” She yawns.
“Almost seven. I made you some coffee.” I grin when that wakes her up like I knew it would. She scoots up to sit with her back against the headboard as I hand her the steaming mug.
She takes a sip and closes her eyes briefly. “Mmmm. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” I settle down next to her and grab my mug by the bed. “I was told that this dome had the best sunrises.” I lift my arm, and she immediately curls up next to me as I drape it over her shoulder. We sit there and watch the first light of day touch the mountains.
The snow glistens like a million diamonds as the rays hit it little by little. The warm color tone eventually rises until we are bathed with the dawn of a new day.
“It’s gorgeous,” she says in awe as we sit there and take it all in. “It’s like seeing a painting come to life right before your eyes. I can almost imagine invisible brush strokes coloring each tree and rock, bringing it to life with colors.”
