Page 32 of A Mafia Christmas

Alastair finished rinsing himself off. “Oh, what are you thinking?”

Beth wrapped her arms around his waist. “I want you to take my…”

“Ass?” Alastair said.

Beth felt her face heat. “Yes. It helps strengthen our bond, doesn’t it?”

He nodded. “Yes.”

“And we need that. Besides, I won’t be able to rest because I’m so needy right now.”

He sighed and nodded. “We’ll have to be really careful.”

Alastair turned off the water and grabbed a towel. He thoroughly dried her and then himself before wrapping it around his hips.

He took her hand and led her to the bed. He piled several pillows in the middle and got her situated, so she was comfortable before he pulled out some lube and a condom.

“We’re going to take this slow,” he said.

She wanted to yell no but waited until he was in her.

“Now, let’s get you ready to take me.”

She hugged a pillow. “Yes, please.”

He chuckled. “Easy,” he said when she jerked. “I’ve got you.”

“I know. Your hands are cold.”

He laughed.

She felt a glob of gel drop down on the crack of her ass.

“Let’s see how tight you are.”

The first time his finger invaded her bottom, it always made her feel naughty, but then her mind usually floated away as the pleasure built inside of her.

“Oh, God.”

“You’re doing so good. Let’s try two.”

He worked two of his fingers into her ass and then scissored them, trying to stretch her a bit. She wanted to yell at him to start, but she knew that would only get him to slow down. Finally, she heard the condom wrapper and then felt the head of his cock press against her.

“You tell me if it’s uncomfortable.”

“I will.”

The sensation of his cock sliding in and out of her, getting deeper every time, made what felt like electric shocks down her back. She felt him grip her hips as he invaded her. He thrust in the last inch, making them both almost lose control.

She heard his accelerated breathing and could tell he was trying to get his strength back, so he didn’t come until she did. Every thought burst from her mind as he started a slow glide in and out of her.

“Oh, God. Faster.”

One of his hands gripped her hip and tightened to hold her steady while he ran the other one up and down her back.

“Relax, love. I’ll take care of you.”

She wanted to yell that he wasn’t going fast enough, but then his thrusts got harder and faster, a little at a time. The tension built in her until she couldn’t take another moment without flying apart.

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