“Faster, Juliet.”
She picks up her pace, her hips lifting then coming back down with hard full slaps. I reach up, hooking my finger around the strap of her gown, and tug her to me.
Her lips clash with mine, her tongue diving inside my mouth instantly, and I lift my hips pressing back into her. She tears at my hair, and when she rips away, burying her face in my neck, her whimpers send chills down my spine.
She starts to shake, her pace slowing, so I scoot down the mattress, until my feet hit the floor, and then I stand, taking her with me.
She yelps, a low laugh escaping her, but she claims my mouth once more, her body rolling over me, searching for more.
“One second, baby. This is going to be so good, I promise, but the dress, the dress has got to go. I need to see these.” I bite her through the fabric as I spin her around, setting her on the edge of the dresser. Her hands leave me and she hardly reaches behind her, unzipping her gown, but my hands come around to finish the job. I tug it up and over her head, letting it fall to the floor.
Ari’s shoulders hit the hall with a thump, and she uses it as leverage to rock her hips into me. I tug her ass to the edge, bringing her knees up so the arches of her feet are pressed along the edge.
Driving my hips forward, I sink into her at an angle we’ve yet to try, and it’s a fucking keeper. “So deep,” I rasp.
She answers with a thrilling, little mew, her tongue sneaking out to wet her lips.
Bending forward, I capture her right nipple in my mouth and her back arches into me. I roll my lips around the hard peak, fucking her deep and hard.
And she cries for more.
“Noah.” My name is a soft demand.
“You want more?” I bite her a bit, pressing in hard, and grinding against her clit. “You want me to go faster?”
“You know I do.”
I withdraw, and she whimpers, her eyes flying open.
My cock aches, but she loves this. The anticipation, the burn low in her core.
“But?”
She shakes, not finishing the game we play, but goes straight for it, saying what she wants. “Give me what’s mine, Romeo. Faster. Harder… now.”
A growl shakes in my chest, and I curl my palms beneath her ass for a better grasp. “Lock ‘em tight, baby, and quick.”
Her legs cross behind my back, her arms wrapping around my neck, and stretching until her chin is pointed at the ceiling when I tug on her hair, now tethered tightly around my wrist.
And then I give her exactly what she asked for.
I fuck her hard, fast, and raw.
The loud clap of slick and sweaty bodies meeting fills the room, and she whimpers into the air, her muscles locking around me.
“Suck on my cock, Juliet. Squeeze me.”
She does, her pussy walls clenching around me, flexing over and over, and then she starts to shake.
Blood surges through my veins, and my toes curl, my fingertips biting into her skin. I release her hair, and instantly, her mouth comes down on mine, but she can only begin to kiss me, because in the next second, she’s coming.
Her lips part, her eyes clench closed, and a long, heady moan fills her throat.
She grips my face, pulling my lips an inch from hers, and whispers, “Your turn. Come for me, Noah. Now.”
“Always, baby.”
I drop my mouth to her neck, sucking her skin as her pussy sucks the cum from my body. It’s fucking powerful.
All-consuming.
Moments later, her body collapses into mine, and I gladly accept her weight, pulling out and scooping her into my arms. But as I move to the bed, she shakes her head, lowering it to my shoulder.
Her hand comes up to glide along my jaw, her smile so soft my damn chest grows tight.
“Take me to the living room. I want to show you something.”
Without a word, I push her hair behind her ear, snag the blanket hanging off the bed and lay it over her. She drags it up to her chin, her eyes glued to my face as I do what she asked.
I carry my baby out the door, down the stairs, and into the living room, where our missed Christmas awaits.
Arianna
* * *
The moment Noah lowers me to the fluffy rug in front of the tree, he moves over to the fireplace and lights the logs set inside. He slips behind me, pulling my back to his chest as we watch the flames take over, adding a little more light to the twinkling Christmas surrounding us.
I glance under the tree and my stomach swims with anxiousness.
This is months in the making, long before my accident, and I’ve never been prouder of something in my life. I’m about to give Noah a gift that I have no doubt will mean more than even I can fathom.