Page 100 of The Christmas Trap

Brody

She falls back into the bed. Her spine curves, she tips up her chin, opens her mouth and cries out as she climaxes. Her entire body is a twisting, writhing mass of release. Fuck. The way she falls apart is the emotion writers have tried to capture with their words over the generations. It’s beautiful. And touching. And passionate. And very much her.

When she begins to sob, I throw myself on my back and gather her close. “Hey, Siren, are you okay?”

She only cries harder.

She has been through so much emotionally and has kept it together, but perhaps the orgasm was the tipping point. The thing that pushed her over into sobbing with relief. If so, I’m glad she’s letting it all out. I rub her back and run my fingers through her hair in an effort to calm her. She turns her face into my chest and lets the tears flow.

I hold her until she finally calms down.

“You okay?” I tuck her head under my chin.

“Yeah.” She looks up at me with swollen eyes. “Sorry about that. Didn’t mean to cry all over you.”

“You can cry over me anytime.”

She half smiles, then her chin trembles. She looks like she’s about to break down again.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. I've got you.”

Another teardrop rolls down her cheek. God, seeing her cry does strange things to my heart. It’s as if she’s feeling too much to be able to put it into words. It’s as if…she’s falling for me.

The way I am for her.

A surge of anticipation floods my body. I want her to want me. I want her to fall for me. Like I have for her.

Though I don’t have the courage to confess my feelings for her yet. Does that make me selfish? Maybe. But I’m going to tell her how I feel.

Just as soon as I’ve got my thoughts together.

“I promise, everything is going to be okay.”

She sniffs, then chuckles. “Somehow, hearing those words is very reassuring, though I know no one can guarantee that. Not even you, the big bad CEO.”

I wipe the moisture from her cheek. “I’m certainly going to try my best to make sure you’re never unhappy again.”

She swallows. “You sound like a real husband.”

“Iamyour real husband,” I remind her.

“Oh?” She reaches up and brushes her lips over mine. “And are you going to fuck me like a real husband too?”

I throw her on her back. She yelps. I plank over her.

“Is that what you want?”

“Very much,” she whispers, her eyes filling with lust.

I push off the bed and shuck off my shorts. Then I grab the condom I placed on the side of the bed and sheath myself. Climbing on the bed and planting my knees between hers, I fit the swollen head of my cock to her opening.

I stay poised over her until she meets my gaze again.

"That was, incredible," she whispers.

"Just getting started, baby." I punch my hips forward and, in a fluid motion, impale her.

She gasps and throws up a hand, as if looking for support. I grab it, weave my fingers through hers, and twist her arm over her head. I bring up her other arm and lock my fingers around her wrists holding them there.