Page 58 of Claiming His Christmas Angel

The memory of how he’d pleasured her aroused a desire to do the same for him. Did she have the daring to let go of all her inhibitions to perform such an act? Mouth dry at the audacious idea, she cast every argument aside and closed the distance between them. Head bowed, she brushed her mouth downward across his chest.

Spice and sandalwood filled her nose as she drank in his masculine scent. With each breath she drew in, her body reacted to him with increased awareness. As her mouth reached his waist, she glanced up at his face. Eyes closed, his handsome features reflected intense pleasure. It was obvious he was enjoying her exploration of his body.

The moment she sank to her knees, his eyes flew open to look down at her in surprise. Fingers gripping his hips to steady herself, she heard a low growl of amazement escape him. She looked up to see him shake his head hard.

“Sweetheart…”

Whatever he’d intended to say remained unspoken as her mouth slid over the tip of him. Instead, a shout of gratification poured out of his throat, and he jerked hard as she took more of him into her mouth. His skin was velvety smooth over his hard length, and he tasted hot against her tongue.

Above her head, a deep groan of pleasure rumbled out of his chest the instant she swirled her tongue around him. Elated he was enjoying her mouth on him, she tightened her lips around his hard length, his hands clasped her head in a snug grip.

“Sweet Jesus, Aphrodite…” Another groan escaped him. “God, that feels good. Tighten your mouth on me just a little—”

She complied before he finished speaking, and a raw, fierce shout of passion poured out of him. Her hands still gripping his hips, she was startled when he began to rock his body back and forth in her mouth. Tightening her lips around him, happiness raced through her blood as another groan poured out of him. With a hard jerk, he pulled away from her. Chest rising and falling rapidly, it was obvious he was fighting powerful emotions. In a quick move, he tugged her to her feet and lifted her up into his arms. Carrying her to the bed, he laid her down on the mattress, then joined her, his hard body pressing deep into hers. One hand brushing aside a lock of hair off her face, he shook his head.

“You don’t play fair, Aphrodite. Tonight is about me pleasuring you. Not the other way around.” The gruff words made her smile.

“Are you saying you didn’t like it?”

“No, I enjoyed it far more than you could possibly imagine, but at the moment, I want to experience the heat of your core a lot more than the warmth of your mouth.”

“Then why don’t you?” she whispered in what she hoped was a sultry voice. Something sinful flashed in his eyes as a wicked smile tipped the corners of his mouth upward.

“I want you to be delirious with need when I do. I want to hear you pleading with me to fill that sweet, fiery core of yours,” he murmured as he lowered his head to take one nipple into his mouth to stroke and tease the hard peak with his tongue.

The caress tugged a soft cry from her as a burning sweetness streaked through her limbs. The fiery sensation was enhanced by a large, warm hand sliding downward to her hip. Arching her back, she pressed her body up into his in a silent plea for him to assuage the ache inside her that was reaching a feverish pitch.

He shifted positions with a slight twist of his body, exposing her from the waist down. The room’s cool temperature only emphasized the fire engulfing her with each flick of his tongue or caress of his lips on her skin. With an inarticulate murmur of need, she wordlessly begged him to ease her suffering.

As if pleased by her incoherent plea, he bit down gently on the tip of her breast. Startled by the hedonistic act, her body jerked, and the instant she cried out with pleasure, he slid two fingers inside her. She’d barely had time to drag in a breath of delight when he found the part of her that made her feel as if she would come out of her skin.

The touch set off a wild ripple of ecstasy inside her that fanned out to send shock waves of mind-numbing bliss into every part of her body. Unable to stop herself, her mouth parted in a keening cry of ecstasy. In response, a primal sound rumbled in his chest, and it vibrated against her as he applied more pressure to the spot inside her.

Delirious and mindless of anything except the tempest of pleasure rising inside her, she writhed and sobbed against his hard flesh at the ever increasing, yet oh so delicious, wave of rapture that sent her upward with a hard thrust against his hand. Shuddering, her body tried to escape his unrelenting touch.

It was a vain attempt as he continued to stroke and tease her until the sensations inside her rose upward and crested at a peak of sheer bliss. As she tumbled downward, she sobbed his name, her fingers digging into the flexible corded muscles of his shoulders.

A dark growl filled her ears as she shuddered and his body settled on top of hers. The weight of him was a warm sensation, and she gasped as the velvety hardness of his arousal pressed into her. He paused at the sound, and frustration spiraled through her. Hands grabbing at his hips, she pushed herself up into him, causing him to slide into her a little further. He lowered his head to swirl his tongue around first one nipple and then the other.

“Oh dear God,” she breathed in a fervent whisper. “Please…I need…I want to be a part of you.”

Her plea seemed to unleash something inside him, as his face darkened with a hunger that startled and excited her at the same time. Hard, masculine lips crushed hers, and he kissed her with a passion she’d only ever experienced in her dreams.

Fingers spiking through his hair, she returned his kiss with equal fervor, then jerked as his thumb rubbed over the stiff, sensitive peak of her breast. He easily suppressed her cry of pleasure, his tongue slipping past her lips to tangle with hers in a dance of seduction that blinded her to everything but his touch. His fingers played with her nipple once more, when he suddenly tweaked it hard. He swallowed her cry of surprise with his mouth, and in the next breath, he thrust deep inside her.

Startled by his abrupt, unexpected possession of her body, she experienced a split-second of pain as he deepened their kiss. Hard and thick, he remained still inside her, his harsh breathing heating her skin as he buried his face in the side of her neck.

She was the first to move, and a soft groan reverberated out of him. The sound made her quiver, and she arched her back slightly, welcoming his body into hers as he withdrew, then slid back into her even deeper than before. Every part of her seemed to come alive with sensation as his body melded with hers.

As his hips began to rock against hers at a leisurely pace, she became keenly aware of each frenetic beat of her heart, each uneven breath they shared, and every stroke of his body against hers. Driven solely by instinct, her hands clutched at him, urging him to increase the tempo of his thrusts. With a deep-throated growl of raw passion, he answered her silent demand.

Fast and frantic, his body pounded against hers as she surrendered to him with an abandon she’d never believed herself capable of. Silently, she cried out her love for him as she soared upward with each blissful sensation that spiraled through her. Delirious with an ecstasy that threatened to undo her completely, she cried out his name, her fingers digging into the solid muscles of his back as she matched his thrusts with equal strength.

The instant she reached the peak he’d taken her to, she hovered on the edge of the abyss, her body trembling with one vibration of pleasure after another. Just as she tumbled off the high peak, a shout of savage delight poured out of him. A moment later, with her name on his lips, his body throbbed inside hers. Behind her eyelids, she saw vivid flashes of color as they fell downward into a state of quiet fulfillment.

They lay still against each other for several long moments, their breathing harsh and ragged between them. As her euphoria ebbed away, Atticus pressed his forehead against hers, and she reached up to cup his face.

“That was heavenly,” she whispered. “I understand now what you meant when you said dessert was an appetizer.”