Page 14 of Mistletoe Masquerade
Dean’s kiss travels down to my chest as he repositions himself over me. My body writhes with his touch. And when his tongue finally takes a languorous lick along my slit, I have an almost out-of-body experience.
“Yesss, Dean. God, it feels so good.”
He groans against my flesh. I adore the sounds he makes—like he’s not just getting off on eating me out but has found his own personal heaven between my thighs.
For the briefest second, I panic over the impending loss of this moment.
How can this possibly be a one-time thing?
I’ve never experienced sex like this. Never so overwhelmingly intense. Will I ever find this again, or is this the only time I’ll ever know such all-consuminglust?
The thoughts are thunderous clouds lurking all around, but Dean’s touch is the sun that fights off the rain. Before long, I’m lost in the bliss of that orgasm he’s been teasing me with.
“So close…” I moan.
My legs twitch.
Tingles erupt in my center.
Dean pulls away.
“No! I just need a little more,please!”
“You’ll come when I’m ready for you to come.” He nips at my inner thigh before rising and removing the belt from my hands. In one swift motion, he lifts me and repositions us so that he’s sitting low on the sofa, and I’m straddling his hips.
Up above him, I feel powerful. Divine.
I feel like I rule the world, and the glint in his eyes tells me that at this moment, I do rule his world.
I reach up and remove the rubber band and clips holding my hair in place. Long black swaths of hair cascade down all around me.
“If you were any more beautiful, it would be illegal,” he says on a reverent breath.
“Would you lock me up, then?”
“Might lock you up anyway.” His hands squeeze my hips. “Now, ride my cock and squeeze me until I can’t see straight.”
He helps guide his shaft deep inside me as I impale myself on him.
I feel so damn full in this position. It’s almost too much.
Almost.
But not quite.
The pressure skates on the edge of pleasure and pain, leaning into the pleasure with every rock of my hips. He groans as I gain momentum, taking what I want from him. But I quickly realize I’m no more in control than I was before when he clasps my hips and begins to fuck me from below, using my body for his pleasure, and mine.
The gleam in his eyes is positively feral. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“You take me so good, kitten.” His words are spoken between panted breaths.
I have to brace my hands on his shoulders to steady myself. My modest breasts bob and bounce with the pounding thrusts. The sight of them, along with his chiseled abs clenching tight below, is such a turn-on that I’m now rocking with his motions and matching his intensity.
“Pinch those perfect pink nipples for me, Sachi. Show me how good it feels.”
I keep one hand anchored against him and use the other to tease myself. My lips part wider as I gasp from the cataclysmic storm building inside me.
It’s too much.
