wrap my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. He kisses me, dragging my lip between his teeth. I whimper and he deepens the kiss, our mouths syncing together in one fluid movement.
“Thank you,” I feel like I can’t say it enough. My lips find his again and he smiles. “You have no idea how much this means to me.”
“Open your presents.”
I don’t need to be told twice. Carefully, I unwrap the first box and slide out a DVD. I laugh, because it’s Mr. Bean. Not at all what I was expecting.
“Since you have such a thing for British accents,” he teases.
“I didn’t think he actually spoke,” I tease him.
“I hear you like the strong, silent types.” His voice is gruff as he kisses me, then he nods at the second box. “Open that one now.”
I unwrap the second box and my heart skips a beat. It’s a jewelry box from Cartier. I carefully lift the lid and reveal the most beautiful sparkling heart-shaped pendant.
“I hope you like white gold and diamonds,” he murmurs nervously.
I laugh, tears in my eyes. “What girl doesn’t?” I pick it up and examine it in my hands. “It’s beautiful,” I whisper.
He takes it from me and motions for me to turn around. I lift my hair as he places it around me, the tiny hairs on the back of my neck going crazy against his touch. When I turn back to face him, he cups my cheeks in both hands and kisses me roughly.
I press my body against his, feeling the effect my close proximity has on him. Thumb on my chin, he tilts open my mouth and slides his tongue over mine while his other hand roams down my back. I sigh, because exploring each other like this feels like we’re kissing for the first time.
I push the jacket down over his shoulders. He takes it off and tosses it on the chair. I look into his eyes as I fumble with the buttons on his shirt.
“You look nice,” I whisper. “It’s almost a shame to undress you.”
“I’m pretty sure you’ll get over it,” he murmurs, his gaze burning with desire.
He rips open his shirt, sending buttons flying everywhere, then he threads it from his arms, all while kissing me. I unbuckle his pants and yank down his zipper, then let my fingers explore his bare chest.
Shrugging off his pants, he sits down on the bed with me nestled between his legs. Then without breaking eye contact, he lowers my pants, and my panties, until they’re pooled at my feet. He pulls me closer, his hands finding their way to my ass. My heart thumps as I lift the shirt over my head, letting it fall to the floor.
“You are fucking beautiful,” he murmurs.
He leans forward and kisses my bare stomach, rolling his tongue over my skin. Then I push him back onto the bed and straddle him, our bodies a tangle of limbs. He pushes my hair away from my face so he can kiss me. I rock back and forth, teasing him, his rock hard cock rubbing against me through the constraint of his boxers.
“Tease,” he mutters, pulling my wrists so I fall flat against him.
We kiss some more, our tongues clashing. My eyes narrow as I lift off him for long enough to lower his boxers. He slides them off and I climb back onto him, my mouth pressing against his. I look deep into his eyes, my hands braced on his chest, and I gently position myself over him as he rolls a condom over his length. Then I lower myself down his shaft, rocking myself back and forth against his hips.
He grabs hold of my ass, his hands digging into my flesh, his eyes begging me to ride him faster. I speed up, thighs clenched as I move closer to climaxing.
“Oh, God,” I moan, riding him faster.
I gasp as he flips me over so he’s on top. Still inside me, he hooks his arm under my thigh, pushing my legs wider apart. I whimper as my back arches off the bed, his cock filling me again and again until I can’t take it anymore.
“Fuck,” I hiss as he rams deep inside me.
He growls, grinding into me as his hips buck forward. I cry out, gripping his shoulders tightly, my nails digging into his skin as I come hard. We groan in unison as he jerks forward, releasing inside me. My body convulses as I contract around him.
“God, I