“My turn,” I say, grinding against him slowly.
His grip on my hips tightens. “Sweetness, you keep moving like that, and this is going to be over embarrassingly fast. Again.”
“Good.” I lean down to kiss him, my breasts pressing against his chest. “I want you desperate for me. I want you to lose control.”
“Already there,” he groans as I sit up and reach between us, positioning him at my entrance. “Have been for six fucking years.”
I sink down slowly, and we both make sounds that are almost pained. From this angle, he feels impossibly deep, stretching me in ways that make my toes curl.
“Holy hell.” He traces my sides before cupping my breasts. “You’re taking me so well.”
I start to move, finding a rhythm that has us both moaning. His hips rise to meet mine, hands guiding me, and I brace myself on his chest for leverage.
“That’s it,” he encourages, voice rough. “Ride me, baby. Take what you need.”
What I need is him—all of him, forever. The certainty of it settles into my bones with astounding clarity.
I pick up the pace, chasing the pleasure building low in my belly. His hands are everywhere—my breasts, my hips, sliding between us to where we’re joined. When his thumb finds my clit, I cry out.
“Come on my dick,” he orders, circling that sensitive bundle of nerves.
The combination of his words, his touch, and the angle of him inside me is too much. I shatter around him with a sharp cry, my body clenching and pulsing as waves of pleasure crash through me.
“Fuck yes.” His hips buck up hard, prolonging my orgasm. “Just like that, sweetness. So fucking hot.”
My body is still catching up when he sits up, wrapping his arms around me and flipping us so I rest on my back. He doesn’tpull out, just adjusts our position and starts moving again, this time with purpose.
“That’s three, sweetness,” he growls against my mouth. “I plan to make you come at least one more time before I let you sleep.”
His thrusts are controlled now, no longer frantic. He’s taking his time, making sure I feel every inch of him, every deep stroke designed to drive me higher.
“Enrick—” I’m already sensitive, every nerve ending singing. “I can’t—”
“You can.” He hooks one of my legs over his shoulder, changing the angle, and I see stars. “You’re going to come one more time, sweetness. And this time, I’m coming with you.”
The pressure builds faster this time, sharper, almost overwhelming in its intensity. When his thumb presses hard against my clit, I come apart.
This orgasm is more consuming. It radiates through my entire body, making me shake and sob his name. I feel him swell inside me, his own release hitting as my body clenches around him.
“Desiree—fuck—” He buries himself deep, groaning my name as he comes, his whole body shuddering.
We stay like that for a long moment, both of us trembling, hearts pounding against each other. When he finally moves, it’s only to press kisses along my jaw, my cheeks, my forehead.
“God, I love making you come,” he murmurs against my temple. “Merry Christmas, sweetness.”
“What time is it?”
He glances at the clock on his nightstand. “Just past midnight. It’s officially Christmas.”
A laugh bubbles up from my chest. “Best Christmas present ever.”
Outside, I swear I can hear sleigh bells in the distance, but it’s probably just the wind chimes from the porch. Either way,wrapped in Enrick’s arms with our daughter sleeping down the hall, it feels like Christmas magic.
Christmas
Ethan
Iwake to winter sunlight filtering through the curtains and Desiree’s hand wrapped around my morning erection—the best Christmas gift I could ask for after last night’s promises.
