Page 35 of Home With Holden
“Yeah,” he said, voice barely a rasp. “I want you. More than anything.”
And then his lips were back on mine, gentler this time, like he was savoring me instead of devouring me. It felt like something clicked into place, something I hadn’t even realized was broken. His fingers slipped under my shirt, and as I felt his hand against my skin, I leaned into him, letting the world slip away. His lipsmoved against mine—slow and sweet—while his hands slipped under my thighs to pull me even closer. I let out a soft sound, my body melting into his.
My clothes came off quickly, and I was lifted onto his large desk. The desk was solid beneath me, cool against the backs of my legs as Holden settled me there, and for a moment, I almost forgot how to breathe. Everything about him was overwhelming—his touch, his presence, the intensity in his eyes—but in the best possible way. His large, warm hands cradled my face, and the way he looked at me... it was like I was something precious, something he was afraid to break.
The gentleness took me by surprise. Holden wasn’t what I’d call gentle—not in the way he walked, not in the way he spoke. But now, with me, every touch felt careful, like he was scared I’d vanish if he wasn’t cautious enough. His thumbs traced my cheekbones, brushing over my skin in the lightest way, and warmth spread through my chest.
“You okay?” he asked, voice low, the words rumbling out of him. He was so close, his forehead resting against mine, our breaths mingling in the small space between us. The vulnerability in his voice caught me off guard. For a second, he looked like he wasn’t sure if I wanted this—if I wantedhim.
“Yeah,” I whispered, nodding as my hands rested on his chest. “More than okay.”
His lips curved into the smallest smile—a smile I could feel against my own mouth as he leaned in to kiss me again. It wasn’t desperate like before. This kiss was slow, deliberate, like he wanted me to understand how much this meant to him. And I did. With every careful tilt of his head, every gentle caress of his lips, I felt it—the unspoken promise that this was real, that he wanted this as much as I did.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, and he let out a low, satisfied hum. His hands slid down to my waist,his touch grounding me in the moment. He pulled me to the edge of the desk, and I felt his warm breath against my neck, steady and reassuring. He made me feel safe—grounded—like no matter what happened, he had me.
“Holden,” I breathed, arching into his touch.
He chuckled low in his throat before sliding a finger inside me—slowly, surely—pressing into my tight channel. I cried out with each entry, every movement sending shockwaves from my toes to the crown of my head. He held my gaze as he worked his thick fingers deeper, and I couldn’t help but moan as he found the spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes.
I bit my lip, panting as he curled his fingers, brushing against that bundle of nerves. My body tightened around him, the sensation so intense it was almost painful. He smiled—not smug, just pleased, like he knew exactly what he was doing to me.
“Holden,” I gasped, my voice thick with need. “Please...”
He withdrew his fingers slowly, licking them clean one by one. Then he leaned down, brushing those same fingers against my lips. I opened for him without hesitation, tasting myself as his tongue slipped inside.
Oh fuck, he knew exactly what he was doing.
He smirked, stepping back from the desk and stripping off his clothes with quick efficiency. He was beautiful—all hard lines and muscle. His cock stood tall and ready, and I couldn’t help but stare as he returned, climbing over me until we were chest to chest.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against my lips before kissing me again. His hands roamed up my legs, caressing gently before pushing them open wider to fit between them.
I gasped as the head of his cock nudged my entrance, and then, finally, he slid inside me—filling me completely.
His lips found my neck, and my eyes closed, a shiver running through me. I let my head fall back, giving him more room, andhe took it, kissing a path down my throat, each kiss making me feel more cherished than the last. It was like he was memorizing me, taking his time to show how much he cared—like I was something that mattered.
His kisses trailed down my collarbone, his stubble scraping gently along my skin. He thrust deeper with every movement, his muscles flexing as his skin slid against mine. The friction sent sparks through me, making me arch and cry out with pleasure.
He groaned into my neck, the vibrations sending more shivers down my spine.
His cock slid into me, stretching me in all the best ways. The sound of our bodies meeting filled the room, and with every thrust, I moaned louder, my body begging for more.
The scent of sex thickened the air, mingling with the smell of his aftershave and something so uniquely Holden—something that made me want to taste every inch of him.
His mouth found mine, and his hands slid up my back, the sensation making me tremble. He held me like I was fragile, like he never wanted to hurt me—even as his cock split me open in the most delicious way. And it was strange, but it made me want to cry. Not from sadness—far from it—but because I hadn’t realized how much I needed this. How much I needed someone to look at me the way Holden did.
Like I mattered.
I let out a shaky breath, my hands tightening on his shoulders.
“Holden,” I whispered.
He kissed me as I wrapped my legs tighter around him, pulling him closer. My nails dug into his skin, and our breath mingled as I panted his name. My body trembled beneath him, my walls grasping at his cock, pulling him deeper. He groaned into my mouth, our hips moving together in perfect rhythm.
I wanted to remember this moment forever—every kiss, every touch. His mouth left a trail of kisses down my neck, making me shudder.
He thrust harder, hitting that perfect spot inside me, and we both cried out. His grip on my hips tightened, his thrusts relentless as the sound of our bodies echoed in the room.
“So close. So good,” I panted, my heart pounding in time with every thrust. My world narrowed to nothing but Holden—the feel of him inside me, above me.