Page 50 of Wintertime Heat (Holiday 1)

My mind is in shambles as he keeps up the pace, drawing out all the orgasms he could from my body, till I was just a twitching mess.

Feeling the hoarseness in my voice, I feel my hand drop onto the table, as he takes my last orgasm from me, his mouth relentless in its exquisite torture.

“S-Steven, please! I can’t – I –“

I don’t even know what I am garbling at this point, a clear disconnect between my mouth and my brain.

The call had ended at some point and even when I felt the cold air against my completely abused nether regions, I didn’t have the strength to move, my body and mind exhausted.

My eyes are closed as I lay sprawled on the desk.

I hear his footsteps, but my mind was floating in bliss, so I didn’t think too much about it. I feel his gentle touch as he wipes me clean with something soft and wet, before he gently picks me up in his arms and my eyes flutter open, a satiated, lazy look in them.

“Am I still alive?”

Steven chuckles and press a sweet kiss to my mouth, “Did I tire you out?”

I snuggle closer, “Give me a minute. I need to fix my head first.”

His chest vibrates with silent laughter and he sit down in the chair, pulling me even closer, my mouth at his neck.

“Nobody has ever done that to me,” I mumble, sleepy and satiated, like a cat who had just gotten the cream.

I feel him freeze and there was disbelief in his voice, “Never?”

I feel a little uncomfortable, and curse myself, “It’s not a big deal or anything. I just meant I didn’t know how incredible that could be.”

Steven looks down at me and I studiously avoid his eyes, “How many relationships have you been in?”

I feel the strangeness of that statement.

I wonder why he chose the word relationship, rather than asking me how many men I had been with.

“Uh, two,” I answer with faint hesitation.

“Well, they were some selfish bastards then,” He doesn’t attempt to hide the annoyance in his tone.

I blink. Speaking of selfish.

I pull my head back to study him, feeling a little dismayed, “You didn’t – “

I try to phrase the word, but my cheeks turn red.

The slow curling of his lips had those traitorous butterflies flutter in my stomach, “This wasn’t about me. Besides, I enjoy seeing you go wild under my hands.”

My cheeks turn red and I hit him in the chest with my hand, “You are absolutely awful. How could you do that while someone was on the phone with you?”

Steven grabs my hand before I could smack him again, a smirk on his lips, “You liked it. It got you even more wet.”

I am amazed at my body’s lack of resilience as his words make my inner muscles clench again.

When I say nothing and frown, he leans down to kiss my pert nose, “Face it, Abby. You’re just as kinky as I am. If not more.”

When I stare at him in disbelief, he grins, his voice husky, “You like giving up control in bed. It turns you on. I noticed a lot of things last night. And I made mental notes of all of them.”

I let out a choking sound and he laughs, loudly, “It’s not a bad thing.”

If I didn’t know any better, I thought his tone was possessive, “I’m going to enjoy taking a lot of your firsts.”

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