Page 33 of All Snowed Gin

Then Pierce slips a finger inside me. Followed almost immediately by a second.

A bomb goes off inside me. As soon as his fingers hit that special spot deep inside me, I’m done for. My climax slams into me, sending me into a million pieces as I buck wildly against Pierce’s mouth. He holds steady, gripping onto my thighs for dear life, not letting up, his tongue still moving at the speed of light on my clit.

A long moment later, the aftershocks of my orgasm still pinging their way through me, Pierce kisses his way up my body. My wasted, Jell-O-like body. I’m too spent to move, basking in the glow of the sheer intensity of it.

That is, until Pierce reaches my mouth and kisses me.

I can taste myself on his lips, tangy and sweet, his tongue seeking out mine like a missile. A new wave of lust zaps me back to life, and now there’s only one thing I crave.

Him. Inside me.

“Fuck me,” I mutter into our kiss.

“Is that an exclamation or a request?”

“It’s an order,” I quip, my desire making me brazen.

“Only I give the orders around here, darlin’.” He deepens the kiss, hand landing on my breast, squeezing hard. Oh shit, does that feel good.

“You told me to use my words. I am. I need you, inside me, fucking me. Now.”

“Good girl.”

He steps back, taking a second to rid himself of his clothes, his hard cock springing free. Naked Pierce is a thing of beauty, and I let my eyes roam over him, soaking in the sight. Committing it to memory. Because fuck if I’m not going to think of him like this every time I need a little me time. This view is going to fuel more fantasies than I can count.

Producing a condom from what seems like thin air, he has himself dressed and ready just as quickly, stepping back to me. He kisses me again, this time slower, deeper, like he’s passing on a message. One I receive loud and clear, even if I don’t have words to put to it. We both know what we mean, that we’re on the same page here. So I lean forward and line him up with my entrance, waiting for that glorious first thrust.

And I am not disappointed.

Pierce pistons into me hard and fast, filling me so completely it steals all my thoughts. Nothing exists right now except the feel of him. And it’s more than glorious. It’s magnificent. It’s everything I need, more than I could want, and all that lies in between. He pulls back slowly, taking his time to hit that spot that he seems to have no problem locating. Focusing there for a moment, letting the head of his cock tease me, Pierce groans.

Then, all bets are off.

As if someone shot the starting gun of a race, Pierce finds his rhythm. It’s fast, hard, and wild. Animalistic. He’s a man possessed, unable to hold back. Which only lights the same fire in me. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, trying to meet him thrust for thrust. We’re a tangle of movements, grunts, groans, and who knows what else as we let ourselves go. The rest of the world is gone, and all that is left is the sunshine streaming in, hitting our bodies as we come together in a way that only we can.

Another orgasm brews within me, this one already feeling stronger than the last. Which shouldn’t be possible, since the last one nearly wrecked me. Still, based on the rapid pace the telltale tingle is growing, I know I have no choice but to give in. To let myself go and let it take me where it’s going to. My only requirement is that Pierce do it with me.

“I’m so close,” I whisper.

“Good,” he groans, somehow picking up the pace. “Be a good girl and come on my cock. Make me come with that pussy of yours.”

His thumb finds my clit in an instant, his command still lingering in my ears. All of it combined is just what I need, the release that was hovering just below the surface rushing through me like a tornado and taking over. Every synapse fires at once, but my body goes rigid, fireworks blinding me, and the most intense, insanely incredible feeling I have experienced takes over. This is more than an orgasm; this is sheer ecstasy.

Forget meatballs. All future orgasms are ruined too—unable to live up to what Pierce does to me.

It’s just that good.

Pierce lets out a roar, a deep, all-consuming sound that rumbles through me, reaching down into my soul. I feel his body spasm as he comes, his arms tightening around me, pulling me flush with him. He holds me like this for a solid minute, our hearts and heavy breaths intertwining.

Pulling away, I lean back, resting my weight on my hands. My heart is so full, my body satiated. This is not at all how I saw myself spending Christmas day, but now I can’t think of anything better.

“Merry Christmas,” I giggle.

Pierce groans, rolling his eyes. “Merry Christmas. And here I was thinking this day was gonna suck.”

“That anything but sucked.”

“Oh, I know, beautiful.”