Page 43 of His Christmas Gift

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Something was different.

It wasn’t a bad type of difference, but how Dean was kissing me seemed more… passionate. Not that our sex wasn’t passionate, but he held me closer and caressed me gently. He wasn’t teasing me. He just wanted to kiss and hold me.

And I was eating up every second of it. I wrapped my arms around his neck as we kissed and touched under the sheets of the hotel bed. We had already stripped all of our clothes off, leaving us bare. Our kisses were slow and patient, taking the time to properly taste and touch.

I couldn’t remember a time when I felt so worked up. Every touch burned so good, adding to the heat flaring through my body. I didn’t rush, though. I kept the pace, stroking his hair as he caressed my side.

Dean slipped his hand around to the small of my back, pressing my body as close to his as possible. We were essentially one body at that point, moving in tandem with each other. His lips brushed along my jawline to my neck, kissing me gently.

I tilted my head, giving him more room as my fingers twisted in his short hair. I could lay here forever with him, letting him kiss and touch every inch of my body. I could feel how hard he was against my thigh, and I couldn’t help but to reach down and gently stroke him.

Dean groaned softly against my neck, moving his hand from my side to one of my breasts. He caressed and squeezed, feeling how soft I was. He lightly thrust into my hand, shutting his eyes tightly as he held onto the pleasure.

Using my grip on his hair, I dragged his mouth back to mine, craving his lips. When his fingers twisted my nipple, I gasped into his mouth, pleasure shooting through me. I felt him harden even more in my grip, and I didn’t know how much longer I could take the foreplay. It was a tease at what was to come.

Dean moved his hand down my stomach and between my legs, gliding his fingertips across my clit. He swirled his fingertips in soft circles, coaxing me to part my thighs. His teeth grazed my bottom lip in a light bite, drawing another moan from me that made him grin.

“I love hearing those moans,” he whispered to me.

This was a change of pace from our usual frantic, needy sex. He was easily taking his time. I wondered what changed. Was he feeling some sort of way tonight for some reason? Not much had changed between us. We had shared sweet words and touches with each other earlier, but that was all that I could think of.

“I love the way you touch me… the way you…” I trailed off, feeling myself approach territory that I was nervous to tread on. I didn’t want to go too far if he wanted to stay where we were at. The last thing that I wanted to do was make the rest of this trip awkward because then things would be awkward back in New York City.

“The way I what?” Dean asked me, his eyes flickering open to meet mine.

“The way you kiss me,” I replied. It was a true statement, but it wasn’t what was on my mind when I forced myself to stop talking.

Dean smiled as he continued to rub my clit slowly, making my stomach twist in bliss.

“I’ll kiss and touch you however and whenever you want,” he told me, using my wetness to easily push two fingers inside of me.

My thoughts immediately fizzled away as a wave of pleasure crashed over me. I stroked him in time with the thrusts of his fingers, soon falling into a vortex of heat and pressure. My worries fled to the back of my mind, and all I could focus on was how good he was making me feel.

“As long as you don’t stop,” I managed to murmur. I placed my other hand on the back of his neck, pressing my forehead against his.

Dean held the side of my face in his large hand as he met my eyes.

“Not until you fall apart,” he promised me, curling his fingers deep inside of me.

My eyes threatened to roll back at the pressure. He hit the right spot every time without fail. He knew my body more than I knew it. I continued stroking him, wrapping my fingers tight around his erection.

“You’re already close,” I breathed out, feeling a tight sensation in my stomach.

Dean pressed a kiss against my lips before drawing his hand away from me. Before I could whine from the lack of touch, he suddenly rolled me onto my other side so that I faced away from him. He moved closer to me from behind, grabbing my waist.

“I’ve always wanted to try this position with you,” he murmured near my ear as he stroked himself.

I turned my head to peer at him over my shoulder, giving him a pleading look to get to it. The throbbing sensation between my thighs was becoming too torturous to take any longer. I needed to feel him.

Dean pushed into me from behind, leaning his forehead against the back of my head as he bottomed out.

I rested on my forearm, my lips falling open with a moan. I leaned my head back, feeling Dean’s cheek brush mine. I closed my eyes as he started to thrust into me, his hand gripping my inner thigh to part them.

“Dean…” I whimpered, the pressure feeling so good.

Dean took my chin and pulled my lips to his, kissing me over my shoulder. He took hold of my inner thigh again, lifting my leg more as he rocked into me. His jaw clenched momentarily.

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