Page 9 of Taste of the Holidays

“Sasha, please,” I begged, pulling him forward by my heels against the backs of his thighs.

He’d spent far too long with his fingers inside me, and he’d already thrown me over the edge once. I wasn’t about to let him do it again before I felt him enter me.

“So demanding,” Sasha scolded, but he was just as breathless as he grabbed a condom and broke the seal.

I snatched it from him and leaned forward, rolling it onto his length and tugging him back to me. “Come on. Now, damn it.”

“Who has a naughty mouth now?”

But he moved over me and guided himself to my entrance. A second later, he pressed into me, one fluid motion until he was fully sheathed, and we were both panting.

“God, Sasha, please.”

I didn’t beg, but damn if I wasn’t begging for it today.

He didn’t disappoint. He pulled himself back and thrust into me in one deep motion, and he didn’t let up until we were both moaning against each other. My arms bracketed him against me as we moved frantically to our mutual orgasms.

“Sasha!” I broke suddenly, and he only thrust into me again, hitting just the right spot that thrust me over the edge and into my second high of the night.

His movements stuttered, and he pushed into me one more time before I felt him reach his own climax.

We fell to the mattress together, quick breaths and sticky bodies molding together as one.

“Happy now?” he goaded after a few moments of silence.

I snorted and tugged his hair, where my hand was still threaded into it. But I couldn’t hold back my feelings, not after everything he’d done and had been to me in the last few weeks.

“Best first date ever.”

I felt his smile against my collarbone, and we drifted to sleep together.