Page 9 of Holden

Sweet Jesus, yes.

His mouth trails along the curve of my neck, along the slope of my jaw. He nibbles on my bottom lip, before plunging his tongue inside my mouth in tentative exploration. With his free hand, Holden grabs behind my head, and tangles his fingers in the hair at the nape of my neck. Our mouths, lips, tongues fuse together in a long kiss that almost makes me forget what’s happening between my legs.

Almost.

Holden flicks my clit with his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a sharp gasp. He pinches the tiny erect nub, rolling it back and forth while I writhe beneath his hand. His body shifts to pin me to the mattress. My feet tangle in the sheets, wrapping around my ankles and calves. I am stuck, unable to move—and I have never felt anything more erotic in my life.

“Tell me to fuck you with my finger,” he says.

My voice goes hoarse. “Fuck me with—”

Before I can even finish the command, he inserts a finger inside and pushes deep within my pussy while his thumb presses against my throbbing clitoris. “Deeper?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

He delves further inside, and I buck my hips to allow him better access. Goosebumps ripple across my flesh. His mouth clamps around one of my breasts, and his tongue flicks fast against my hard nipple. Desperation floods my veins like adrenaline—I want, need, him to consume me.

The steady rhythm of his fingers in and out of my soaked pussy is enough to bring me to orgasm. I can’t. Not yet. I focus, willing myself to draw out this pleasure for as long as possible.

Emotion clogs up at the back of my throat. “Don’t stop. Please…don’t…”

“That’s right, baby. I love to hear you beg.”

I push the back of my head against the pillow, and arch toward his sensuous mouth, his expert hand. My breath comes out in a steady pant as the climax continues to build. It’s been so long since a man has touched me—I don’t know how long I can hold it off.

As if sensing my struggle, Holden abruptly withdraws his fingers from inside me, and shifts so that his body hovers over mine, erect cock solid against my inner thigh.

“Tell me what you want now,” he commands, his voice a low growl of authority. “Do you want me to fuck you?’

I nod, unable to speak.

He locks his gaze on mine. “Say it.”

“I want you to fuck me,” I whisper.

He positions his cock at the entrance of my pussy and slides it along my slit, undulating his hips like waves. “Say it again. Louder.”

“Fuck me.”

“Again.”

I blow out a juddering breath, and gather my vocals. “Fuck me, Holden. Fuck me hard.”

And then he’s plunging his cock inside my pussy. He doesn’t just fill me—in this moment, he possesses my entire body, and I know I will do anything, say anything, to please him.

He begins to rock his hips, guiding himself in and out. With each rhythmic movement, my clit throbs with mounting intensity. I clutch his back and scrape my nails against his flesh. He calls out my name, commanding me to dig deeper, to hold on tighter.

The intensity is my undoing.

I hang on to his hips, squeezing hard as pleasure rolls like waves from somewhere deep in my core, and finally, blissfully, releases with a deafening scream. It isn’t until my voice goes hoarse that I realize the sound is from my own mouth.

When at last the climax comes to a pulsating end, Holden slumps against me, his heavy breaths hot against my skin. Sweat glistens his brow. His eyes are glassed with desire. “I told you,” he says, a little breathless.

My fingertips trail along his rib cage, grazing his taut skin. “Told me what?”

“That you wouldn’t be able to forget me—or my proposal.”

And that’s when I wake up.