Page 41 of Wintertime Heat (Holiday 1)

His mouth is now on the globes of my breasts.

I moan loudly, fisting my hands in his hair, not wanting him to stop.

My toes are barely touching the carpet, as I straddle his thigh.

A sharp movement and his thigh come in contact with my panty clad clit. I find myself rubbing against it, as he softly bites the top of my breast.

“Steven!”

My head is pulled back again in a sharp dominant move, telling me just who was in charge in the bedroom.

His voice is silky and dangerous as he suckles on my ear lobe and whispering, “Let’s see how many times you can scream my name before I’m done with you.”

I rub against his thigh and I feel his smirk against my cheek, before he drags me back for a wild kiss that makes me lose my senses.

I keep riding his thigh, feeling my panty become wet with my juices, as I moan into his kiss.

Suddenly, I feel air on my arms and he pulls back to drag his shirt off me, along with my bra.

I had no chance to say anything before he took one furled nipple into his mouth and sucked on it, making it painfully hard. His other hand plays with my other nipple. I have no choice but to look at his bent head as he plays my body like an instrument.

However, when his teeth sink into the soft nerve, I cry out as he pinches my other nipple with exact precision, and I cum.

Steven picks me up, my legs wrapped around his waist and throws me onto the bed, taking off his shirt, revealing toned muscles, and abs that I want to sink my teeth into.

He grabs my hands and forces them apart.

A smirk on those lips that are capable of driving me wild, and his gray eyes that haunt me, rake over my semi-naked body.

“Don’t move your hands. Or, I’ll have to punish you.”

Punish me?

I feel his hands on my legs as he traces my body with both his eyes and hands. As they creep perilously close to my most delicate area, I feel him plant a soft kiss on my thigh.

“It’s like your body was designed just for me,” He murmurs against my skin. “So soft and curvy.”

I meet his gaze from where I lay and see a ravenous hunger in his eyes that made me clench my abdomen, making my breathing turn quick, “I just want to devour you.”

His fingers hook in my soaking panties, “And I just might.”

I feel the cold air hit my shaved pussy and hear the delight in his voice, as he runs a finger along my slit, “Look at this. All I did was tease you and you’re already sopping wet.”

He raises himself on his knees and gives me a look, “Open your mouth, Abby.”

I part my lips and he slides his finger in, making me taste my own cum.

My eyes flutter shut as he pushes his finger in and then pulls out, developing a rhythm, the movement of his fingers showing me what is to come later.

I suck on his finger, making him groan and I see a bulge form in his pants.

“You know,” He says in a low voice. “One day, I’m going to have you under my desk, sucking my cock, as I work.”

The mental image made me buck my hips at the wave of ecstasy.

“You have a very strong submissive streak, Abby.” He presses a kiss on my soft belly. “I wonder if I can make you beg.”

I am finding it harder to hold on to my thought process, but I bare my teeth at him, at the thought of begging.

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