Page 69 of Booked for the Holidays
“I’ve read every one,” I say, lips brushing her skin. “Especially the ones about what you’d want someone to do to you.”
I rise behind her again, fingers gliding up her sides, feeling the goosebumps rise beneath my palms. I unclasp her bra, and she lets it fall down her arms and onto the floor.
In the mirror, our eyes meet.
Juniper is stunningly naked while I’m fully clothed, and I love seeing her like this. The fact that she’s letting me do this with her is everything.
The mirror is nice, but glancing down over her shoulder I get an overhead view of her full breasts and the way her rosy nipples are pinched so fucking tight.
God, she’s perfect and I’m going to take my time proving to her what she means to me.
I bend, letting my mouth trail kisses across the slope of her shoulder, against the curve of her spine. Her breath catches when I brush my thumbs beneath the swell of her breasts, teasing slowly before my hands cup her fully.
“Liam,” she breathes, her voice wrecked and wanting as she arches into my hands.
“Fuck, Firefly. Look how beautiful you are.” I thumb over one tight nipple, then the other. “I’ve wanted to touch you like this for so long.”
“Please, Liam. I need more.”
“That’s right. You do.”
I take a step back, but one hand on the small of her back keeps her upright.
“What are you?—”
I walk across the room to pull the small fabric reading chair from the corner, and position it in front of the mirror.
Her eyes widen. Did she think I wasn’t going to play this out exactly how it was written? That I wouldn’t give her everything she highlighted and noted in the margins of the book? Give her everything she asked for? And even things she didn’t, but I know she wants?
I push my sleeves up, then take a seat.
“Come here.”
She walks over to me, and I pull her into my lap with her back tucked against my chest.
“You feel that?” I murmur against the shell of her ear, our eyes locked in the mirror. “This is what you do to me, Firefly.”
My cock is throbbing beneath her, trapped against the confines of my pants, but this isn’t about me. Not yet.
I rub my palms along the arms of the chair, warming them before I make contact with her skin. Even so, her breath hitches when I run my warm palms up her thighs, slow and deliberate.
“You don’t get to look away,” I whisper in her ear. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Someone who sees you. All of you.”
I drag my hands up her stomach, slow and steady, until I’m cupping her breasts, teasing my thumbs over her nipples. Her body arches back into me like she can’t help it.
“Spread your legs, Firefly. Show me how wet you are for me.”
She complies and we both moan at the sight of her slick cunt reflected in the mirror.
“You look so fucking good like this. Open. Waiting. Desperate.”
She shudders, biting her lip. Her eyes meet mine in the mirror—wide and hungry—and I can feel it in every inch of her…she’s never been looked at like this. Worshipped like this.
My hand trails lower, over her belly, then teases between her thighs. She gasps.
“Keep your eyes on me,” I say. “I want you to watch while I make this fantasy real. I want you to see how much I enjoy playing with your sweet little cunt. And how fucking wet you get.”
She nods, barely holding herself together, and when my fingers slip inside her, I feel just how ready she is for me. Wet. Warm. Already shaking.
