A Princess for Christmas - Jenny Holiday Page 0,105
her breasts, as if they ached. He was pretty sure that signified a direct hit.
“So why don’t you do that, then?”
She expelled a soft little sigh, and he tried to keep a hold of himself as she let her teeth slowly scrape her lower lip. Another sigh—it sounded almost like she was relieved. “Come on, sweetheart. Slide that condom on my dick and then get on here and bounce around.”
And she did.
And she almost killed him—him and his smart mouth. Real big talker he was, goading her like it was something he could deliver on. Like he could just sit there while she “bounced around.” After she straddled him, sank down on a moan, and started moving, he realized he was going to blow pretty quickly. Well, hell, he might as well go down talking, since she seemed to like it so much. So he let loose a steady stream of dirty talk as he thrust upward, trying to keep with the rhythm she was setting. “Oh, fuck, Princess, you feel incredible. I’m not going to last very long. You’re gonna make me come way too fast. You think you can catch up with me? Because I want to feel that tight pussy clenching all around my dick. I want you to give it to me. I want—”
Her breath shortened, which was her warning sign. He pushed back against the incredible pressure building inside him. He wanted to be able to watch her when she came. He slid his hands up to her breasts, and she went still. He heaved upward and his dick started pulsing just as the clenching he’d asked for commenced. And fuck him, had anything ever felt so good in his life? She moaned as pleasure washed over her. He did the same, letting it pulse all through him, spread through his limbs like a narcotic. He’d thought before that she sounded relieved, and he felt that too, suddenly. It was the physical release, but not just that. It was also . . . her.
She slumped forward onto his chest, and he put his arms around her. They stayed like that for a long time, their ragged breathing and the crackling of the fire the only sounds in the room.
Eventually, she started to shift like she was preparing to lever herself off him. He didn’t want her to go. Not yet. So he stood, taking her with him. She squealed and laughed and wrapped her legs around him and let him carry her to the bed. He used one hand to hold on to the condom as he eased her off him and laid her down. After ditching it, he slid under the covers next to her.
“Are you going to finish the roof of the cabin tomorrow?” she asked quietly.
“Yeah. I intended to today, but then a princess showed up and spirited me off to lunch. I’m planning to get up first thing and finish. I only have probably another hour’s worth of work, so I’ll be back for all the cocoa nonsense.”
“Thank you, Leo.” She propped herself up on his chest and looked at him intently. “You don’t know what this means to me.”
“I do know.”
She smiled. It wasn’t the fake one, exactly, but it was a wistful one. “I wish I could do something for you.”
“Well, I’m pretty sure you just gave me the best sex of my life.”
Her face lit up. “Really?”
He probably shouldn’t have admitted that, but . . . “Yeah.” He stopped short of floating the come-to-New-York-in-the-spring idea. Because, ultimately, Dani was right. He needed to not get himself in too deep.
“I was thinking about the concept of pleasing people, actually,” she said.
“Yeah?”
“It’s going to sound odd to compare these two things, but bear with me. I was thinking about how, since we started . . .” Marie screwed up her face like she was having trouble spitting out the words.
“Ah, come on,” he teased, playing with her hair. “You can say it. You can’t make me do all the dirty talking.”
She rolled her eyes. “Since we started having sex.”
“And here I was hoping you’d say ‘fucking.’”
“Regardless, the point is, I’ve found myself wanting to please you. Wanting to do exactly what would give you the most pleasure. This evening for some reason I was thinking about how unusual a position that is for me to find myself in. I mean, in normal circumstances, not sexual ones.”