Page 43 of Wintertime Heat (Holiday 1)

It was so thick, and long, reaching places that had never been touched before. My lips part at this feeling of fullness and I wonder, in a dazed manner, why I hadn’t let him fuck me before.

He lets me adjust to his girth and size before pulling out till just the head remains, pushing back in a smooth movement, making me gasp out.

“Steven!”

I feel his hands reach down and rub my clit, making me see stars.

“Steven, please! Just move, already!” I beg.

I feel his hands on my waist, as he lifts me into a position which forces him deeper into me, eliciting a broken cry from my lips.

“Just fuck me, please!” I cry at him, when he doesn’t move.

He leans to my ear, and whispers, hotly, “How fast should I go, Miss Abby?”

I groan at how inappropriate that sounded and just gasp his name when he hits another sweet spot.

He must have noticed how far gone I was because he picks up his pace and starts jackhammering his cock into my pussy, making me scream now.

I couldn’t stop screaming his name as he fucks me so good that it was all I could remember.

I don’t know how many orgasms I had as he kept changing positions to suit him. At one point, he had me sitting on his cock, my back to his, as he had me bouncing on his lap, his hand clasped tightly on my throat, a possessive gesture.

When he came, he twisted my clit in a way that had me screaming out his name, my voice hoarse, before I passed out.

Chapter 13

I woke up to a pair of muscled arms wrapped around my waist like steel bands, my back against an unmistakable male body.

My mind is hazy as I try to get my bearings.

Closing my eyes in mortification at what had happened last night, I wondered when I had become so brazen.

The way I had approached Steven.

When did I even begin calling him Steven?

My eyes flutter open. He had given me an out. He had been so careful with me at first, and then he went wild. He helped me explore my body in a way I had never been able to.

“If you’re regretting what happened, it’s too late to turn back,” Came a sleepy male voice, and I turn around in Steven’s arms, only to be dragged half way.

Sprawled over his chest, I blink at him.

His gray eyes were still sleepy but he wears a satisfied smile on his lips.

“What?” I ask, my voice slightly hoarse from all the screaming last night.

His smile grows into a cocky smirk, “Something wrong with your voice?”

“Are you always this arrogant?” I ask him, not even annoyed. It was like all the temper and anger and annoyance had been fucked right out of me, last night.

He leans over to kiss me on my jaw, “Only when I’ve had some of the best sex of my life.”

He pretends to think, “If I recall correctly, you seemed to like it too. What was it that you said? F- “

I clasp a hand over his mouth, my cheeks red, “Stop it!”

He licks the palm of my hand and I make a face, “Ew!”

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