Page 48 of How the Belle Stole Christmas

Three months later…

Edward kneaded Fiona's breasts with reverent hands, his thumbs circling outward from the tips, grazing her nipples until they hardened with wanting.

The sensation drew an involuntary sigh from her, a low, needy sound that vibrated through her chest and sent a hot ribbon of pleasure to her core.

She moved atop him with a languid, rolling motion, each pass of her hips bringing his cock deeper inside her.

Her head fell back, lips parted, throat arched in complete abandon.

But after a minute or so, the rhythm of her hips slowed and then halted entirely. Her chest rose and fell with rapid, shallow breaths. Her hair clung in damp strands to her temples, and she gave him a sheepish, almost defeated look as she struggled to catch her breath.

He cocked an eyebrow. “That’s all?”

She huffed out a laugh, then buried her face in her hands in mock shame before peeking at him through her fingers. “I might need a little help,” she admitted, her voice muffled. “Apparently, I get tired even faster than I remember.”

Edward laughed, his hands moving from her breasts to her hips.

He gripped her tightly and, with a little upward pressure, lifted her a few inches off him before guiding her back down in slow, measured thrusts.

The unexpected shift made her gasp, her hands flying to his forearms for support.

He repeated the motion, and she surrendered to it, her body limp and boneless in his grasp except for the instinctive tightening of her inner muscles.

After a few more repetitions, she collapsed against his chest, breathing hard. Her sweat-slicked skin slid against his, and she buried her face in the crook of his neck, her lips brushing over his pulse as she tried to steady herself.

“I think…” she panted, “I think I’m done. For now, at least. I’m sorry; I can’t seem to ride you for more than twenty seconds at a time.”

He laughed, rolled her onto her back, and thrust into her. “Twenty seconds of raw, unadulterated pleasure. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

He kissed her, swallowing her laughter that soon turned into a moan of pleasure.

The End