Big Man for Christmas - Penny Wylder Page 0,23
love the feeling of perfect friction that my body has to adjust to. I curl my legs up around his hips so he can press even further with each long stroke.
Together we’re building to a slow inferno. The pleasure is building up, stacking in a crazy tower that only needs the slightest breeze to topple over. Casey moves faster, and I completely surrender to the feeling, letting my body take over and drag me higher. Faster. I’m racing toward the edge again and this time I have no idea how far down the pleasure goes.
Casey slows his pace and lifts himself off my body and looks down. Directly at where we’re joined. He watches the way he’s plunging into me with such focus and such…awe, that it makes me flush with desire and something that I have no words for.
He’s transfixed by the sight of us coming together. It’s crazy and amazing, and I need him. Right now. I can’t wait anymore. Grabbing his shoulders, I pull him back down to me. I love the feeling of his skin on mine, his weight anchoring me. I love the heat that seeps from him, driving away any bit of cold that I’ve been keeping in my soul.
Neither of us hold back now. We come together harder. Faster. We can’t stop until it’s over.
Casey grinds down with his hips as he drives into me, and I shatter into a million pieces, crying out and holding onto him. I feel like I’m nothing but light and breath.
I feel his mouth come down on mine and swallow my cry. I feel him groan as he buries himself one final time and comes. His cock jerks inside me, setting off a whole new wave of ecstasy.
It all comes together in one shining moment before it disappears. I collapse back into my body, breathless and spent, staring up into Casey’s eyes with the same awe that he watched us with.
This can’t be real. It can’t be.
But when he kisses me slowly, I hope that it might be.
8
Casey
Holy shit.
Carley Farrell is in my arms. Naked. Panting. Utterly relaxed after coming on my cock and under my tongue. Is there any chance that this is truly real and I’m not having a very vivid dream?
Even if it is a dream, I’m going to take the time to savor it. Rolling to the side, I gather her against me, looking her over—feeling her over with my hands—to make sure she’s all right. That had been intense, and the look on her face…
“Are you okay?”
I’m glad that her face is so easy to read. When she smiles like that, it tells me everything I need to know about how she’s feeling. And I want to see that look on her face all the time.
“Thank you,” she says. “For making me feel…” There’s a hesitation before she finishes, “like that.”
I don’t think that was what she was going to say first, but I don’t press her. “Any time.”
She laughs.
“No, seriously. Any time, Carley.”
Looking up at me, she searches my face to see if I’m serious. And I want to track down whoever it was that put all these doubts in her head and give them a piece of my mind.
Then she looks around. “I was a little distracted, but it looks different. The whole house. Not like I remember it.”
“Yeah.” Emotion rises up too quickly, but I keep it in check. “Mom made me promise to make the house my own when it was mine, and after she passed I felt like I had to honor that wish.”
I like this room and what he’s done with it. I’d chosen an entirely new set of colors for the house. Blues and browns and whites. I found them soothing. Vaguely aquatic and beachy, even though we are in the middle of Tennessee and nowhere near the ocean.
“It’s nice,” she says. “You’ve got some good eye for design for a bachelor.”
I smile. “I can’t exactly claim credit for it.” She raises her eyebrows and I break down laughing. “I used a design service. They sent me everything: paint, furniture, and pictures all in this massive crate. I told them what I wanted and approved it, but it definitely wasn’t all me. I did do the painting though.”
Carley grins and leans up to press her lips to the corner of my mouth. “Ain’t you uptown?”
She put on an exaggerated accent and used the phrase from when we were kids. Anything uptown meant the big city.