Page 68 of Sleigh Bells and Snowstorms
“I’m fine.”
“Are you sure? Show me where it hurts.”
“Mostly my back and shoulder on my left side.”
I ran my hands up her thighs and caressed her hips. “What about here?”
“I might have some bruising on the left, but it feels okay.”
“What if I do this?” Gripping her hips, I slid her up my lap so my hardness nestled between her thighs.
Her answering moan was music to my ears, and when she spoke, her voice was breathy. “That’s good.”
“You like that?” I moved my hips, rubbing myself against her.
She gasped, and her eyes fluttered closed. Wrapping my hand around the back of her neck, I brought her lips to mine. Her mouth was hungry, and little whimpers rose from her throat as she rocked against me.
Still kissing her, I grabbed her hips and moved her up and down in a steady rhythm. As much as I would have loved to be inside her, I wasn’t in a rush. Although as good as she felt, I was a bit concerned she’d make me come in the Christmas pajamas.
How was she doing that to me?
She moaned into my mouth and moved her hands to grip the back of the couch.
“You want to come, don’t you?”
“Yes.” She stopped, breathing hard. “I don’t know if I can. It’s not easy for me.”
I kissed her neck. “Don’t worry, darling. I’m going to take such good care of you.”
Gently, I helped her take her clothes off and ditched my pajamas, tossing them on the floor. If she hadn’t been hurt, I would have happily done all kinds of dirty things to her on the couch. But she was, so I led her to the bedroom.
I laid her on the bed but didn’t climb on top of her and left my underwear on. I propped myself up beside her and softly kissed her neck and shoulder while my hand trailed down her body. She tipped her legs open for me, and I slid my fingers inside.
Her hips jumped, and she arched her back. She was hot—ready to burst.
I put my mouth close to her ear. “That’s it, beautiful. Show me what you want.”
She moaned as she moved against my hand. I found a rhythm she liked and kept going, relentlessly chasing her orgasm.
I grinned as I felt her start to spasm. She grabbed my hand with hers and closed her eyes, her mouth falling open as her climax overtook her. I watched her come with awe, listening to her breathy moans, feeling her body writhe.
She was so fucking beautiful, I could hardly stand it.
When she finished, I slid my fingers out.
Her eyes fluttered open. “How did you do that?” she asked, still breathing hard.
“I told you I was going to take good care of you.” I put my fingers in my mouth and sucked off her taste. “Mm. So good.”
“Do you want—”
“Shh. No rush. If you want me inside you, I’ll happily oblige. But if that was enough for you, I won’t push.”
“But you just—”
I touched my finger to her lips. “Darling, that was all for you.”
“Are you real?”
