Page 41 of Under The Meh-stletoe

"Okay." I dropped my hands do this belt. "Anything else?"

He let me take his belt off, a satisfyingwhooshas it rushed through denim hoops. He stopped me when I tried to unbutton his jeans.

With a gentle caress, he ran his hands down my arms and to my hands. He held them and gave me a soft kiss, only to change the tone by lifting my arms above my head.

A shiver ran through me. He smiled. With firm hands, he grabbed the hem of my top and pulled it off me in one swift move.

My hands dropped to his shoulders as his eyes devoured my chest.

"Ugh." His eyebrows furrowed. His hands wrapped my breasts, testing the weight of them. It seemed to pain him. "What a lovely color. The yellow is perfect against you. With all the black you wear, surprise colors are a gift. And a nagging question in my mind all the time. What color will you wear next?"

Need for his hands all over me took over, a steady increase of my heartbeat drumming against my breastbone.

I grabbed the bottom of his plaid and undershirt and pulled up. "I changed my mind. I want your skin against mine."

He let me take off his shirts and rub myself on him. The hairs of his chest tickled me. The softness of his small tummy and his thick arms around me gave me confidence. He was bigger than me. Stronger. He could take me.

His hands grabbed handfuls of my ass. "Give me the benefit of the doubt, okay? If I'm weak in the knees— hell, if I fucking faint— it's because I haven't eaten since lunch."

"Not because you're so overcome by how much you want me?"

"Maybe that, too." He smiled. "Now, let me get to know your body."

"Mmmh. Where should we start?"

He traced the lace trim of my bra, his eyes following the tips of his fingers. His thumbs circled my nipples through the cloth.

"Let's take this beautiful yellow bra off. I want your tits in my hands. My mouth."

He helped me unhook the piece of clothing and get rid of it. He filled his hands with my full breasts as I dropped my bra on the floor.

He groaned. "Yes. So good."

One small, insistent step at a time, he pushed me to the edge of the bed. I busied myself unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down his narrow hips; he held me by the shoulders and pushed me onto the bed. I scrambled back on it, wearing nothing but my panties, while he got rid of his jeans and socks.

He crawled to me, his eyes ravishing me. "I want to take my time with you."

"You might starve."

"It would be a good death. My mouth full of you."

"I like it rough, Daniel."

"You do, huh?" He settled between my legs, and promptly dug his nose in my neck. "I can be rough."

"Will you make me beg?" My breathing quickened. "From your flirting I thought you'd be into it."

"I'll want to make you beg at times, yes." He switched sides and nibbled on my earlobe, as his hand found my breast and kneaded it an exploring rhythm. "But we'll see what we come up with today."

Both our hands explored everything within our reach. My hands traveled over his neck, and my fingers got lost in his hair. His hands grabbed onto the plush, round lines of my body, on my waist and hips. I held on to the curves that overflowed the elastic of his boxers; he gripped handfuls of my thick thighs.

Our breaths mixed as we kissed. I undulated my body beneath him, craving his weight on me, and his skin rubbing against mine. He pushed on me, the padding around his body not enough to soften his strength, or the hard lines of his muscles and bones. It made me delirious with the blooming sensations all over my body.

His mouth closed over my nipple; he played with the other between his fingers. It sent shivers through me and I dissolved further into the mattress. My head fell to the side. I would have closed my eyes, except I caught a flash of movement— there were mirrors behind the open closet doors, and I could see our reflection there.

"Oh, fuck." I watched my fingers disappear in the curls of his hair, his eyes closed as he played with my nipple in his mouth. "Fuck, yes."

Something about my tone must have drawn his attention. He stared at me, then followed my gaze to the mirrors.