Page 25 of One Naughty Christmas Night

“I don’t want to stop,” she rushed out, laying her hand on his chest.

Drawing her hand down, she touched the tip of his staff, the skin silky smooth.

She wrapped her hand fully around him, unsure of what to do next.

His hand enclosed hers, and he moved her hand up and down, showing her how to pleasure him.

Removing his hand from hers, he reached out and fondled her breast, his breathing growing more ragged with each stroke of her hand.

His moan ripped through the room, and he grabbed her hand, pulling it away from his body.

“Are you all right?”

With a stiff nod, he stood.

Grabbing her face in his hands, he brought his lips down hard onto hers, the kiss one of deep need, sparks flying through her as his lips ravaged hers.

He reached down and lifted her as if she weighed nothing, settling her body in the middle of the bed. His knee parted her legs as he covered her with his body, his hands roving her figure.

His fingers dipped inside her core, and she cried out, her body arching against him as he anchored his shaft against her.

“Victoria, look at me.”

***

Victoria opened her eyes to look at him, and Heath growled, her green eyes dark with desire.

His shaft begged to bury itself deep inside her warm haven, but he was determined to take it slow. He wanted her first time to be enjoyable, and he wouldn’t let his randy rod mess that up.

Parting her lips with his fingers, he nudged the tip inside. The wet heat that greeted him threatened to break his control.

With a deep breath, he slowly pressed inside her, halting to give her time to adjust.

He teased her nub of desire, and she whimpered. Her hands snaked around to his back, her nails pricking his skin.

Grasping his shaft in hand, he buried himself fully inside her, her body bowing underneath him as he filled her.

He feathered kisses across her face, pulling halfway out before he slipped gently back inside, a small sigh escaping her.

Slowly, he moved, relishing every slow thrust in and out of her.

Victoria’s sounds of pleasure unraveled his control, his rhythm building rapidly. He looked down at her, her head thrown back, her face flushed red.

Tugging her legs up around his waist, he plunged deeper inside her, the blaze inside him burning out of control.

Sliding his hand between them, he caressed her swollen nub. Her body contracted as she came hard against him. Her cry of ecstasy echoed through the bedroom, and his climax hit, crashing over him in a rush.

He buried his face in her neck as his desire poured from him, relishing every tremble of their bodies together.

Lifting his gaze to her face, he watched a tear slide from her eye. He swiped it away with his thumb, dropping a soft, gentle kiss on her lips.

He moved to his elbows to avoid crushing her and watched a shiver ripple across her.

“Are you cold?” he asked.

Her eyes opened slowly. “A little,” she replied, her voice barely a whisper.

Pulling himself from her warmth, he got off the bed and went to the small bowl of water that was left on his vanity.