Page 97 of The Crush of Christmas Past
“So good.” Sex with Theo is a fantasy come to life.
Except for the part where Iobviouslyshould’ve dreamt bigger.
“You?” I whisper.
“Great. Now…move. Ride me like you mean it.”
He doesn’t have to ask twice.
I start slow, lifting to my knees, then slipping back down in one smooth, greedy glide. Before long, my hips roll with each rise and fall, spine arching to bring us even closer. As I pick up speed, my muscles begin to burn, and my thighs shake with the effort of keeping up with the need cresting inside me.
“Look at us,” Theo breathes, fisting my hair and moving my head so he can tip my gaze to where we’re joined. “Such a flawless fit. Fucking made for me, aren’t you?”
What tumbles from me in response is a chain of nonsensical syllables. Nothing but base pleasure claws its way out of my throat. The noises pale in comparison to the obscene ones my body is putting out as I ride him toward oblivion.
Theo doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he looks ready to emboss the soundtrack on vinyl.
“So good, Isla,” he grits, palming my ass. “Own it. Own me.” When his fingers dig into my flesh, the force of his restraint is imprinted in his grip.
It’s killing him not to be in control. But he’s doing it.
For me.
And that knowledge fills me with so much pride.
It’s what gives me the bravery to ask for what I need to take me further.
“Theo…I…want…”
Him. In the lead again.
“You. Please.” It’s a request born of instinct.
“I’m going to need a few more words,” he instructs.
“No,” I counter. “I want you to make me forget how to speak.” I’m always burning around him, and my mouth keeps adding fuel to the fire.
“I’ll gladly fuck you senseless, Sunshine. But I’m leaving you with one word.” His palm presses to my chest, right over my wild heartbeat. “Mine.” He shifts his hold, one hand slipping beneath my thigh to drag it higher. Tilting my hips with the other, he takes charge of the angle, forcing himself even deeper.
Holy hell.
When he finally thrusts up, it’s with enough vigor to make me choke on his name. Stars explode behind my eyes, body bucking from the impact.
Not giving me a chance to recover, he sets a pace so completely claiming all I can do is hold on and enjoy the ride as my body communicates with his in some primal, physical language. A dialect of mass destruction I surrender to freely. Eagerly. Every nerve ending is pushed past itslimits, and I still beg for more.
Especially when he hits a place that shatters my vision.
“Don’t stop.Please. I—I’m—”
“I know, Sunshine. Let go for me. Come all over my cock.” His thumb rolls over my swollen clit before he pinches it.
The combination of his words and his touch sends me soaring over the edge.
My orgasm detonates as I moan Theo’s name.
I’m a live wire, and the man has stripped me of all insulation.
He pounds into me through the aftershocks, chasing his own climax while dragging every last tremor out of mine.
