Page 67 of Trustfall
“Your touch . . . it makes me come alive.” I fisted the bedsheets with labored breaths.
“Yeah, it does,” Jameson crooned before he suddenly flipped me onto my back and swooped down over me, pulling my bottom lip between his teeth, and resumed pushing me to the verge of ecstasy with his fingers. “Seeing you let go, chase all the sensations with such enthusiasm, knowing you’re giving yourself to me so freely?—”
“Jameson.” I clutched his biceps, dug my nails into his skin, and cried out as my orgasm pushed me blissfully over the edge.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he said, swallowing my moans of euphoria as I soared high above any realm I’d ever known.
“Jameson, I need you inside me now. Please, make love to me.”
A sinful smile spread across his mouth. “With pleasure, Red.”
He quickly freed himself from his jersey shorts and boxers before I reached down and blindly fisted him in my palm, guiding him to my core as I lost myself inside his magnetic bourbon-hued eyes.
The consummate restraint he exhibited nearly tore me in two when he pushed inside me unhurriedly, without any barrier, sending me into sensory overload. The rungs of his Jacob’s ladder brushed over my sensitive skin and added an extra layer of stimulation as the feeling of fullness I’d only ever experienced with him intensified.
Jameson cradled the side of my face. “I wanted you even when my love for you was pain; you’re the owner of my heart, Arizona.”
Happy tears began to well because, for far too long, we’d been two tortured souls, separated by misunderstanding yet drawn together by an undeniable connection that neither of us could no longer ignore. Since our first kiss, his devotion had fed every ounce of my soul and lightened the darkened corners I didn’ttrust anyone to see. And the truth was, my heart had only ever belonged to him.
“Don’t be gentle; I won’t break. I want all of you, always,” I pleaded, needing more.
His corded muscles strained as I clung to him while he supported his weight above me, flexing his hips with possessive abandon. The sounds of our bodies coming together filled the room as a chorus of our mingled breaths created a beautiful symphony.
“Fuck, Red, you squeeze me so good.”
“Jameson, harder, I need it?—”
“I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.” He pulled out and slammed back into me with measured movements, each thrust driving fantastically deep, hitting the spot that made a vortex of lights flicker behind my eyelids.
My muscles tightened, my back arched off the bed, and my toes curled as the waves of infinite pleasure hit me in rapid-fire succession. With the headboard rattling against the wall, he reached down between us and rubbed my clit in exquisite circles until I burst into flames and screamed out his name in a series of raspy moans.
Jameson shifted back on his haunches, grabbed my hips, and approached me from a new angle. All the while continuing his delicious assault through my pulsating muscles, drawing out my orgasm until the euphoric look of rapture filled his expression when he tipped over the edge, and his release flooded my core with warmth.
Together, we collapsed in a tangle of limbs and stayed that way, savoring our post-coital bliss until I tried to stifle my yawn and failed miserably.
“Okay, my beautiful girl, let’s get you ready for bed.”
“Can we watch a Christmas Hallmark movie and cuddle?” I asked.
“Of course. Let me get you your pajamas.” He climbed off the bed, gathered his discarded shorts and boxers from the floor, and disappeared into the walk-in closet.
He returned a minute later wearing a new pair of black boxers that said, “Sit on my lap and tell me how naughty you’ve been,” and carrying a flannel Christmas sleep set for me.
“You and your themed underwear, it knows no bounds.”
“You love it.” He slipped a pair of red cotton underwear and plaid sleep shorts up my legs.
“That I do,” I playfully joked as my gaze landed on the front of the red short-sleeved button-up shirt he held up for me. “Oh my, God, Jameson, you didn’t.” I couldn’t help but laugh despite the pain in my sides.
“What?” He gave a small, feigned innocent smile, clearly not fooling anyone.
“‘I only put out for Santa,’ really?” I questioned, reading the front of the shirt Jameson helped me put on.
“Just in case you forget how I like to wake up and need a reminder.”
“You’re ridiculous.” I let out a humorous sigh and shook my head.
“And I’m all yours, no givebacks.” His grin was too sexy for his own good.
