Page 54 of Confessions of a Christmasholic

His voice, with its deep timbre and seductive words, was impossible to resist. As she lifted her mouth to meet his, Gus’s hand moved from her face to the back of her head, guiding her to the perfect angle to be deeply kissed. His tongue delved into her mouth, and she felt him tremble as his arousal pressed against her stomach. The yellow glow of an outdoor light filtered through the room, streaking shifting shadows over his skin. Gus made her feel alive and vibrant. She was a blank canvas waiting for him to paint her with pleasure.

Sutton felt the sofa against the back of her knees. The bed could wait, so she told him to sit down and with a raised eyebrow at her bossy tone, he sat down, stretching out his long, long legs.

Kneeling beside the sofa, she ran her hand across his chest, feeling the firmness beneath his shirt, tracing the outline of his arousal beneath the fabric of his trousers. Gus shuddered, his eyes glinting with desire, appreciating her touch. In their previous encounters, he had been the one in control, but this time she wanted to take charge.

She pushed her hands under Gus’s shirt, peeling it up to reveal his hard, flat stomach, the light sprinkling of chest hair, his muscular arms. She helped him out of his shirt and pressed her mouth to his biceps, savouring the play of muscles beneath her lips. She inhaled his intoxicating scent – a blend of soap, cologne, masculinity and raw desire – her lady parts warm and throbbing. Desire for him consumed her, and it was the sweetest pain.

‘Come up here and kiss me,’ Gus urged, his voice husky, as he pushed his fingers through her hair, toying with her curls.

‘Not yet,’ Sutton softly replied, placing her hand on his chest and feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. So strong, so masculine. She watched, fascinated, as his nipple hardened, and she impulsively brought her mouth to it, eliciting a low groan. Emboldened, she trailed her tongue across his chest, exploring the contours of his warm skin. Now on her knees, she caressed his sides, running her knuckles lightly over his stomach before dipping her tongue into his navel.

‘You’re driving me crazy, Sutt.’

But it was a good kind of crazy. Sutton smiled against his skin, tracing the defined ridges of his stomach with her tongue.

‘I need to touch you, babe.’

‘Not done yet,’ she whispered, placing her hand on his erection, gliding her fingers along his shaft, feeling the heat radiating through the fabric of his trousers. She unfastened them and slowly pulled the zip down. Gus hooked his thumbs into the waistband and lifted his hips, helping her remove both trousers and pants in one practised move. As they fell to the floor in a heap, Sutton gazed down at him, captivated by his masculine beauty. She traced her finger along the raised vein and spread the small bead of moisture from his tip around his head.

The sight of him made her soaking wet. She could straddle him and easily take him inside her, but she wanted to make this last, delay what she knew would be their mutual gratification.

Sutton pressed her lips against his shaft, inhaling his intoxicating scent. She nibbled her way up to his tip, resting it against her closed lips.

‘I’m dying here, Sutton. Seriously,’ Gus muttered, his hips lifting, urging her to open her mouth.

Sutton turned her head, pushing her hair behind her ear so he could see her face. Consent was important and she wanted his permission to carry on with this most intimate of acts. ‘Do you want me to continue, Gus?’

‘More than I want my heart to keep beating,’ he replied, his voice vibrating with need.

She savoured the note of desperation in his voice, his erratic breathing filling the room. For once, the usually confident Gus was surrendering control, and Sutton loved being in charge. Powerful, alluring, feminine and undeniably sexy. In giving, she discovered heightened pleasure for herself, a level of arousal she’d never experienced before. Sutton opened her mouth, allowing him to glide onto her tongue, her lips enclosing him. Gus tensed, his grip on her hair tightening.

‘That feels amazing, Sutt. Please,please, don’t stop.’

She wanted him speechless, unable to think, so Sutton took him deeper, swirling her tongue around his tip. She teased and tormented, taking him deep before pulling back to nuzzle his long length with her lips. She heard him panting, his hips lifted and the grip on her hair tightened. Then Gus released a low curse. Using his core strength to sit up, he gently pulled her head back. ‘I’m hanging on by a thread,’ he told her, his eyes glinting.

‘Nice to know I can drive you wild,’ Sutton teased.

‘Sweetheart, you just have to walk into the room, and I get hard. Then I start thinking what hard surface would work best and how quickly I can get inside you.’ Gus pulled her up to stand between his bent knees, quickly removing her clothing. When she stood naked before him, he placed his forehead against her breasts, gripping her waist firmly. ‘I want you so much, Sutton.’

He kissed her hipbone, and his hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, sending waves of pleasure through her body. ‘I like you in my mouth, but now I need you inside me, Gus,’ she whispered.

‘I need a moment,’ he told her and lifted his hand to show her the inch of space between his index finger and his thumb. ‘I'm so close to coming.’

She knew he valued control, but she wanted him wild, wanton, consumed by desire. Taking charge once more, she pushed him back and straddled him, taking in his surprise when she rubbed her wet core on his shaft. Currents of pleasure washed through her – warm, wet and utterly blissful – but she managed to remember their need for a condom, and slid it down his shaft. Then, not allowing Gus any time to think or react, she took him in her hand, lifted her hips and slowly sank, inch by inch, onto him.

Gus pulled her closer, pulling her into him, her breasts squashed against his chest. His hand drifted up her back to cradle her head. She tasted need and passion in his kiss, knowing that, right now, all that mattered was how she made him feel. And for the next few hours, she’d allow herself to fall into him, to wrap herself in him, around him, through him. To allow his heart to beat for her, for her breath to sustain him.

Theirs was a profound connection, and Sutton's stomach and heart fluttered. Would she ever feel this way again?

‘Sutt, you need to let go! I can’t hold on any longer,’ Gus growled, lifting his hips and going deeper. She couldn’t take any more of him, and her eyes crossed as she chased a whirlwind of pleasure and colour flying across a starry sky. Gus slipped his hand between them, finding her clit and rolling it under his finger. She hurtled towards that vortex, faster, faster…

The bands of the tornado flew apart and she shattered with it, splintering as she experienced the most intense orgasm of her life. Gus drove into her, and despite the barrier of the condom, she felt his pumping release. She wrapped her arms around his neck, keeping her face buried against his neck, unwilling to step off this white-knuckle ride.

Gradually, she loosened her tight grip on him, her muscles relaxing as she melted against him, confident he would support her weight. She now weighed nothing – excellent – and breathing was overrated.

Gus pulled out but his hand skimmed her bottom, her hips, her back. She knew he had to get rid of the condom – good housekeeping was important – but she didn’t want to move just yet. She couldn’t.

‘What the hell wasthat?’ he asked, kissing her shoulder.

---