Page 19 of Home for the Holidays

I’ll get to the bottom of this. I will.

But for now, I do as the lady desires.

Sliding two fingers inside her tight, wet heat, I bring my thumb to her clit. Her soft sighs go straight to my cock. I press my free hand against my crotch, trying to calm down.

Thrusting my fingers deep inside her, I set a steady pace before I bring my mouth back to her breast. I give her the attention she deserves, searching until I find the angle that makes her gasp and the pressure that makes her fist the sheets.

“There. Right fucking there,” Rachel says, her hips riding my fingers.

Her walls flutter around me and I make sure to do everything exactly the same, giving her exactly what she needs until she collapses onto the bed.

Slowly, I withdraw my fingers from within her and bring them to my lips, sucking her flavor off my skin. My eyes roll back in my head. Fuck, she tastes so good. I could do this forever with her.

I fall onto the bed beside her. I’m still fully dressed and she’s fully nude.

After she’s had a few moments to catch her breath, Rachel looks over at me. Her dark eyes take in my rumpled shirt and the tent in my pants. She swallows.

“What?” I ask, suddenly self-conscious.

“Why aren’t you naked?” she asks.

I duck my head “We hadn’t gotten there yet.”

If it happens, great. If she changes her mind, I’m good to take care of myself. I’ll remember this night for the rest of my life.

She smiles, her eyes softening. “I want you to get naked.”

Bossy, demanding Rachel is back. She keeps flickering in and out, like a candle in the wind, trying bravely to stay alight. I keep getting glimpses of the strong, confident woman I know she is. I don’t know who or what tried to snuff out her light, but I can guess it was her douchebag ex.

“Naked,” she repeats, tugging my shirt from my pants.

Quickly, I pull off my shirt and the suit pants, leaving me in my boxer-briefs.

“We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” I warn her.

Will it kill me to stop now? Yes.

Will I hate myself if I make her do something she doesn’t want? Also yes.

“I know.” Rachel’s eyes are bright with mischief as she cups me over my briefs, and my cock leaps beneath her touch. “I’m comfortable. I’m consenting. I want this to happen.”

Surging forward, I bring my lips to hers again, tasting her.

Her wandering hands trace over my torso, dipping into my abs, and down further into my boxers. When she wraps her small hand around my dick, giving me a long, slow stroke, I groan, and she smiles against my lips.

“Please tell me you have a condom,” she says.

Pulling away, I grab one from the bedside table along with the lube, because there’s no such thing as too much lube. At the same time, I pull off my boxers, my cock springing up to slap against my abs.

Rachel lets out a heavy breath.

“What’s wrong?” That’s never a good sound after taking your pants off with a woman for the first time.

“I want to say something really inappropriate.” She lets out a little giggle, covering her face with the back of her hand.

“Tell me.” I pull her hand away, linking our fingers together.

She swallows. “I don’t know…”