I know I could take him to my bedroom, and I’m sure it would be more comfortable, but I’m so enjoying this, in the sparkling lights of the tree, the movie playing softly in the background, and us warm and cozy beneath the duvet as our bodies heat up.
“Do we need to check on Max?” he murmurs.
I shake my head. “Santa and all his reindeer landing on the roof wouldn’t wake him.” I sink my hand into his hair as he teases my nipple with his lips and tongue, and drift away on a sea of pleasure, unable to stop my hips moving against his thigh so I’m arousing myself.
Eventually he kisses back up my throat to my mouth, and then he says, “I think you need to lose your shorts.”
“Oh! Mm. Okay.” One of my arms is trapped beneath him, so I let him undo the button and the zipper, and then he helpsme push them down and wriggle out of them. He then pulls the duvet over our heads, and I giggle as he kisses me again beneath the secret tent he’s made.
This time while he kisses me, he strokes up my thigh, then, hooking a finger under the elastic of my underwear, he moves his hand beneath me. Lifting his head just a little, his lips hovering over mine, he slides his fingers down into me, and groans.
“Ahh, Isla…”
“Mmm…” I close my eyes as he strokes me, his fingers gliding easily into me, evidence of how aroused I am. “That feels so good…”
“You’re so incredibly sexy.” He kisses me again, plunging his tongue into my mouth. “I want you so bad.”
“Mmm, me too.” I kiss him back, moving my hips against his hand, tension building inside me. It’s been ages since a man has given me pleasure, and I know I’m not going to take long. “Please,” I whisper, “I want you inside me.”
He hesitates, looking into my eyes. “You’re sure?”
“More than I’ve ever been sure of anything in my life, ever.”
His lips curve up. “Okay,” he says huskily.
There’s a flurry of activity as he helps me remove my underwear, and then I help him tug down his shorts and boxer-briefs to release his erection. He’s so hard and ready for me that it almost makes me want to cry. He wants me, and the evidence is right before me, swelling as I wrap my hand around it and gives him a few strokes.
He grunts and moves my hand away. “It’s been a while. Any more of that and it’ll only take me thirty seconds.” I giggle, and he grins and pulls the duvet over our heads. “This is going to be fun,” he says.
“We could move to the bedroom…” I know he hasn’t been with anyone for a while either, and I half expect him to be fumbling and awkward.
Instead, though, he says, “Nah, I’m thoroughly enjoying myself. I feel sixteen all over again.” And with some skill, he holds me and shifts so I’m almost underneath him. We’re a tangle of my hair, T-shirts, legs, and duvet. I can barely move, and he’s heavy on top of me, but it feels so amazing I have no intention of complaining.
He moves his erection beneath me, bringing the tip down to my entrance. Then he looks me in the eyes as he pushes his hips forward and slides inside me, just a little.
I gasp, and he pauses and says, “Okay?” When I nod, he withdraws a bit, then pushes forward a fraction more. He does this several times, making sure he’s coated with my moisture, before finally sinking all the way in, so his hips are flush with the back of my thighs.
He closes his eyes for a moment. “Ahhh… you feel amazing.”
“Ohhh… that feels so good…” I slide my hand into his hair, and he opens his eyes, and the hot desire in them makes me groan.
“We need to be quiet,” he whispers as he starts moving.
“It’s going to be impossible.” I bite my bottom lip as he thrusts, to try and stop a moan escaping me.
His eyes sparkle. “Do I need to cover your mouth?” He kisses my jaw, then down my neck, fastens his mouth there, and sucks lightly.
“Argh, Cullen…”
He returns his lips to mine and kisses me hungrily, and our tongues tangle as he moves inside me with small, unhurried thrusts. Mmm… I think he wants to draw this out as much as I do. I’m just enjoying being intimate and close with him, hiskisses and the touch of his hands making every inch of my skin tingle. He cups my breast and worships it with his mouth, and the brush of his tongue over the nipple sends answering shocks down between my legs.
I explore his body while he kisses me, running my fingers up his back and down his ribs, tightening my fingers on his ass and feeling the muscles bunching as he moves. Ohhh… I’m heating up, desire pooling inside me, but he continues to move with the same leisurely pace, sliding in and out of me with agonizing slowness.
“You’re torturing me,” I whisper, because he’s grinding against me as he moves, and every thrust builds more pleasure.
“I’m just taking my time,” he murmurs back. “Now I have you, I’m not going to rush this. And I don’t want to wake Max.”
“You won’t, I promise.”
