Page 92 of Once Upon a Holidate
The delicious friction stole her ability to think or do anything but feel what was happening to her body. She was getting closer and closer, her orgasm as inevitable as the earth’s rotation.
“Oh, Garrick,” she breathed, pulsing her hips in time with what he was doing. She was close, so close. Almost there...
He opened his mouth around her clit and sucked the swollen knot of nerves. It was just enough to send her over the edge. She cried out as she fell into the pleasure that rippled throughher. Her release went on and on, easing slowly until the last whisper of it faded and she could only lie there like the puddle she was.
“How did you do that?” she asked, barely able to open her eyes.
“I’ve been thinking about it,” he said. “Planning my attack.”
“You give a great attack.”
He grinned, then stood and quickly pulled off the rest of his clothes.
The sight of him naked—and very aroused—was enough to pique her interest. She slid onto the mattress while he opened a condom and put it on, then settled between her thighs.
“I want this,” he said, staring into her eyes.
She shuddered in anticipation. “Me, too.”
She reached between them and guided him in. He moved slowly, filling her until her nerve endings all cooed in delight. When he was all the way in, he groaned.
“Better than I imagined,” he told her, his eyes dilating.
She smiled. “I agree, but it seems to me you’re an orgasm behind. Let’s catch you up.”
“Let’s.”
He withdrew only to push in again. She wrapped her legs around his hips, tilting her pelvis so he could go in deeper. They both gasped.
They moved together in the age-old dance of lovemaking. With every stroke, she was more and more aroused, her body aching for another release.
“You’re close,” he said, his gaze locking with hers. “I can feel it.”
“I am. You feel good.”
“Touch yourself.”
The request was thrilling. Still staring into his eyes, she moved her hand between their bodies and pressed her fingers to her swollen center. Garrick eased back, more on his haunchesas he thrust inside her. They both looked at where her fingers circled and his penis moved in and out.
The visual was the most erotic thing she’d seen, and she felt herself getting closer and closer to another release.
“I’m going to come,” she gasped.
“Good. Tell me when.”
She moved hard and faster, his thrusts matching her movements. Her body tensed as she got closer and closer.
“Now!”
She felt her muscles tighten around him as she lost herself in the glorious waves of pleasure. Seconds later, Garrick called out her name as he pushed in deeply, then stilled. She consciously clamped around him, wanting to make it as good as possible. Their eyes opened and they stared at each other, body to body, soul to soul.
***
Garrick found himself whistling on his short drive home from work. He’d spent the day in a better than usual mood. He’d smiled so much, a couple of the officers had asked him what was going on. Nothing like a great night with an amazing woman to change a man’s outlook on life, he thought as he parked in the driveway.
His time with Wynn had been even better than he’d imagined. She was sexy and responsive and just plain fun. They’d made love twice before he’d had to head back to his place. He wanted to be with her again and again. Once had definitely not been enough.
But between her kid and his, life was a little complicated, so intimacy would have to wait. On the bright side, he had a date with her to look forward to.
