Page 24 of His Christmas Gift

Dean only pulled away when I started trembling from the sensitivity. He lifted himself up and pulled off his clothes at a casual pace, his eyes raking over me.

“Don’t you look gorgeous all worn out?” he smirked as he undid his jeans.

I couldn’t even think of what to say as I watched him pull off his jeans and briefs, revealing just how hard he was for me. A pounding sensation echoed between my thighs as I rubbed them together, thinking about how good it would feel to have him inside of me.

“Just get in the bed,” I said before tearing off my dress.

Dean moved to lay beside me before pulling me on top of him. He grabbed my hips as I straddled him, grinning up at me.

“I’d never get tired of this view,” he murmured appreciatively as his hands roamed over my thighs and hips, squeezing all of my curves. He then rubbed the pad of his thumb against my clit.

I nearly doubled over as a pleasurable, tight feeling jolted between my thighs. He was so intent on working me up and over. I wouldn’t peg a cocky billionaire as a giver when it came to sex, but he was proving me wrong.

“Are we going to get down to business or what?” I asked him, lifting an eyebrow at him as a flirty smile crossed my face. I could feel how hard he was under me, and I didn’t want to wait any longer to properly feel him. I had thought about this moment more times than I cared to admit.

“Hell yes,” Dean replied, helping me lift up so that he could slide inside of me. He clenched his jaw as I sank down on him, letting him fill me. “Damn… you’re going to make it hard to last.”

I planted my hands on his chest as I arched my back, a pleased whimper breaking from me. Slowly, I started to lift my hips and then drop them, adopting a light bounce to get used to the feeling of him. With each bounce, the pleasure increased, encouraging me to pick up the pace.

Dean gazed up at me, his eyes drinking in the sight of my body as it moved on top of his. He reached up and caressed my breasts, rolling my hard nipples between his fingers.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured.

His words sent a pleasing shock through me. I couldn’t help but like his praise. I wanted him to feel as good as he made me feel. Leaning back slightly, I placed my hands on his thighs and rocked my hips instead of bouncing.

Dean groaned at the switch, digging his fingers into my sides.

I couldn’t help but feel pretty prideful seeing him react like this to me. I kept rolling my hips, moaning myself as he hit me at a deeper angle. My body started feeling tense and heated all over again, and I could tell that he was getting close too because his grip on me grew tighter and tighter.

“Seems like I drive you crazy too,” I smirked down at him.

“Never denied that baby,” Dean chuckled before thrusting up into me, eliciting a gasp from me. “I won’t stop if you don’t.”

I quickly nodded my head and started moving on top of him again, aligning my rhythm with his as he started pounding into me. The pressure and friction were unforgiving, making my motions nearly erratic as I chased down my next orgasm. When it struck, I nearly lost my breath, my body shuddering with bliss.

Dean thrust into me one more time before finishing, wrapping his arms around me to anchor my body to his. He placed a hand on the back of my neck, catching his breath as he rested his head back against the mattress.

“I knew that’d be good, but…”

“Damn,” I finished for him with a breathless laugh. I rested my cheek on his chest, listening to the rapid beat of his heart. My entire body felt warm and tingly, but in a way, he made me feel that way a lot outside of the bedroom. I didn’t try to identify that feeling, but it was nice to feel.

I was surprised that he was holding me like this. It was so intimate and sweet, and I didn’t ever peg him as the type to act that way. He said that he wasn’t interested in being in a relationship, which I agreed with at the time, but this didn’t feel like some lust-filled fling. It felt different. It felt… deeper.

“This doesn’t have to change things if you don’t want it to,” Dean told me as he stroked my back gently.

I didn’t know how to respond to that. Would we even work in a relationship? There were still plenty of ways in which we were different. We still had different lifestyles, and I wasn’t sure if they could be mixed all that well. What if he ended up acting like my parents? That was my worst fear.

But he was so sweet. He looked out for me and made me smile. He took me by surprise more than once, and I couldn’t help but wonder if that would happen a few more times or not. I liked a lot of what I had found out so far.

“Let’s just get through this week and a half first,” I replied before letting my eyes flutter shut. I didn’t want to move from this spot. He felt so comfortable under me. I could see myself doing this a lot, but I didn’t want to get ahead of myself. This week had just begun, and I wanted to make it through the holidays before we approached another complicated situation.

“All right. No problem,” Dean said quietly, continuing to rub my back as we lay together.

I couldn’t tell if he sounded disappointed or not. I couldn’t think of a reason why he would be upset. He was a billionaire who was ridiculously handsome. He could have anyone he wanted, and he didn’t have to get attached. Why would he leave that for me?

“I’m just going to close my eyes for a minute and then I’ll get up,” I told him, feeling my body grow heavier and heavier with each passing second. I hadn’t realized how tired I was until now. He had certainly tired me out.

“Me too,” Dean murmured before a yawn broke from him.

It soon became obvious to me that neither of us was going anywhere.

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