Page 147 of How My Neighbour Stole Christmas
“What?” I ask as I open my eyes.
“I said eyes on me. I want to see your expression when I fill you up.”
Those words, those simple words, they amp up my need.
My desire for this man.
And as I lower down on him, letting him stretch me out in the best way possible, I keep my eyes connected to him even though when I get halfway, I want to shut them.
“Breathe,” he says softly, still playing with my breasts. “Relax. Show me how you love my cock.”
I take a deep breath and then sink down another inch.
“That’s it, Storee,” he says softly. “All the way down.”
I let out another deep breath, keep my eyes on him, and then sink down until I bottom out. The flannel falls off my shoulder, and I don’t bother fixing it as my hand falls to my stomach and my mouth drops open.
“Oh my God, Cole.”
“Shit,” he says nearly at the same time. “Fuck, you feel amazing.” His hands go to my hips, and he shifts, causing a wave of friction to shoot up my spine.
The fullness, the way I fit so perfectly around him, how my clit is moving against him at just the right angle—it creates a storm of desire racing through me so intensely that I start to rock my hips.
“That’s it, Storee. Fucking use my cock.”
My head falls forward, my hands now on his chest as I frantically start to pump over him, rubbing my clit over him, allowing myself to get lost in how large he is, how he’s hitting me in a spot I’ve never felt before, creating an addiction that I foresee never being satisfied.
“I’m close,” I say as I continue to rock my hips. And then to mysurprise, Cole sits up and brings us both closer to the headboard. He leans against it and the angle offers me a completely different feel, one that spikes adrenaline through me as he hits that one spot inside of me repeatedly.
He wraps his hand around the back of my neck and brings his mouth to mine, kissing me senseless.
His lips captivating mine.
His tongue dancing, tantalizing.
His groans are so incredibly sexy that I can feel my orgasm start to ripple through me.
At first it’s slow, a numbing sensation at the tips of my toes, and then it climbs higher and higher until it pools between my legs. Pulling back from his mouth, my head tilts back and his name flies off my tongue. “Cole, oh fuck,” I cry, my body starting to seize, my inner walls convulsing around his cock.
“Oh fuck,” he yells, his hips moving now. “Shit, Storee. You’re…you’re making me fucking come.”
He roars out another grunt and then he stills, the sexiest sounds coming from him as we both ride out our orgasms.
“Fucking hell,” he breathes as his eyes open and connect with mine.
“What happened to eyes on me?” I tease him as I lean forward and press a soft kiss to his lips.
“You made me black out.”
I chuckle and rest my head against his shoulder as his bulky arms wrap around me. “I can assume that our friendship has effectively changed.”
He laughs and kisses my bare shoulder. “It changed the minute you sat on my lap on the porch.”
I lift up and look him in the eyes. “No, it changed when you parted your mouth under the mistletoe.”
“I thought we were still enemies then, not friends.”
“We were always friends,” I say. “Just had a dispute.”
