Chapter Twelve
Isla
Cullen’s offer of ‘You wanna make out?’ was the most wonderful thing he could have said to me.
How did he know I want that more than anything?
I want to kiss and be kissed, to feel him against me, to touch and be touched.
To be intimate, to share pleasure, to just enjoy the moment.
I think he knows because he feels the same.
He hasn’t done this with anyone either lately, and we’ve obviously both missed it.
I’m squashed up against the back of the sofa, but I don’t care because the feeling of being trapped there by this big, heavy guy is blissful.
He slides his knee between my legs, and I hook a leg over him and wrap my arms around his waist, and now we’re pressed together from thighs to chest, while he kisses me like there’s no tomorrow.
Mmmmm… how fantastic it is to live in the moment and just enjoy one another. He tastes of chocolate and whisky, and the scrape of bristles on his chin, and the delicious scent of his cologne are making me a little dizzy. It’s like an overload of masculinity, something I haven’t had for oh so long.
In response, he gives a gorgeous little growl as he skims his hand down my ribs, following the dip of my waist and the curve of my hips. Then he slides his hand over to my butt and, as he pulls me tight against him, he squeezes my ass and growls again.
Ooh, where we’re pressed together, I can feel his erection against my stomach. He wants me, and that makes my heart race as if I’ve run all the way along the beach.
I slip my hands beneath his tee and stroke up his back, enjoying the intimate feel of his warm skin, then brush them back down to his ass and hold him there while I tilt my pelvis up. His thigh is resting between my legs, and the ache between them builds as he moves his leg.
He’s told me he doesn’t expect anything.
But I can’t let this continue if I’m not prepared to go all the way.
It wouldn’t be fair to lead him on like that.
And the thing is… I want to make love with him.
I want to pleasure him and to come with him inside me and to share that amazing feeling with him.
And why shouldn’t I? What’s actually wrong with that? We’re two consenting adults. It’s nobody’s business but our own.
“Can you undo my bra strap?” I murmur against his lips.
“Oh. Yeah, sure.” He slips his hand beneath the hem of my tee and slides it up my back to the strap. Then he stops and stares at me.
I blink. “What?”
“I just thought…” He rests his hand on my back. “Uh… I don’t want to assume, but… I don’t have any condoms.”
“Oh… I hadn’t thought about that either. I had a Mirena coil put in a few years ago, so I haven’t used condoms in ages.”
We study each other for a moment.
“I still have the Mirena,” I say eventually. “So… I can’t get pregnant. And I’m… you know… clean.”
“Me too.”
My lips curve up. “You’d better get my bra off, then.”
He grins and slides his hand back up to the catch, and flicks it open easily.
I attempt to push up to a sitting position, then fight to get the straps of the bra down each arm and over my hands.
He helps me out, with both of us stifling our laughter, and then I drag the bra under my tee and toss it away in exasperation.
Flustered and warm, I fall back onto the cushion, and he pulls me back into his arms. As he shifts, putting his weight on his elbow, he gives a low grunt and rolls his shoulder.
“You okay?” I ask.
“War wound,” he says, and chuckles, and I remember that he hurt it in the detonation.
But it doesn’t seem to bother him too much.
“You’re all soft,” he murmurs, kissing up my neck.
With his hot breath on my ear giving me goosebumps, he slides his hand up to my breast, cups it, and brushes his thumb across my nipple.
“Aaahhh…” It tightens beneath his touch, and a shiver runs all the way through me.
With a groan, he kisses back to my mouth and crushes his lips to mine, and I gasp as the heat between us skyrockets.
Mmm, this is such fun, and the perfect Christmas present I could ever want.
It’s exciting and refreshing to live in the moment, and not worry about anything except the guy in my arms.
Mmm, and what a guy, his skin warm and his muscles hard beneath my fingertips. His tongue sliding against mine, his fingers skating over my skin, as he pushes up my tee. Shifting a little on the sofa, he lowers his mouth to my breast, and I have to bite my lip to stop a low moan escaping.
I know I could take him to my bedroom, and I’m sure it would be more comfortable, but I’m so enjoying this, in the sparkling lights of the tree, the movie playing softly in the background, and us warm and cozy beneath the duvet as our bodies heat up.
“Do we need to check on Max?” he murmurs.
I shake my head. “Santa and all his reindeer landing on the roof wouldn’t wake him.” I sink my hand into his hair as he teases my nipple with his lips and tongue, and drift away on a sea of pleasure, unable to stop my hips moving against his thigh so I’m arousing myself.
Eventually he kisses back up my throat to my mouth, and then he says, “I think you need to lose your shorts.”
“Oh! Mm. Okay.” One of my arms is trapped beneath him, so I let him undo the button and the zipper, and then he helps me push them down and wriggle out of them. He then pulls the duvet over our heads, and I giggle as he kisses me again beneath the secret tent he’s made.
This time while he kisses me, he strokes up my thigh, then, hooking a finger under the elastic of my underwear, he moves his hand beneath me. Lifting his head just a little, his lips hovering over mine, he slides his fingers down into me, and groans.
“Ahh, Isla…”
“Mmm…” I close my eyes as he strokes me, his fingers gliding easily into me, evidence of how aroused I am. “That feels so good…”
“You’re so incredibly sexy.” He kisses me again, plunging his tongue into my mouth. “I want you so bad.”
“Mmm, me too.” I kiss him back, moving my hips against his hand, tension building inside me. It’s been ages since a man has given me pleasure, and I know I’m not going to take long. “Please,” I whisper, “I want you inside me.”
He hesitates, looking into my eyes. “You’re sure?”
“More than I’ve ever been sure of anything in my life, ever.”
His lips curve up. “Okay,” he says huskily.
There’s a flurry of activity as he helps me remove my underwear, and then I help him tug down his shorts and boxer-briefs to release his erection.
He’s so hard and ready for me that it almost makes me want to cry.
He wants me, and the evidence is right before me, swelling as I wrap my hand around it and gives him a few strokes.
He grunts and moves my hand away. “It’s been a while. Any more of that and it’ll only take me thirty seconds.” I giggle, and he grins and pulls the duvet over our heads. “This is going to be fun,” he says.
“We could move to the bedroom…” I know he hasn’t been with anyone for a while either, and I half expect him to be fumbling and awkward.
Instead, though, he says, “Nah, I’m thoroughly enjoying myself.
I feel sixteen all over again.” And with some skill, he holds me and shifts so I’m almost underneath him.
We’re a tangle of my hair, T-shirts, legs, and duvet.
I can barely move, and he’s heavy on top of me, but it feels so amazing I have no intention of complaining.
He moves his erection beneath me, bringing the tip down to my entrance. Then he looks me in the eyes as he pushes his hips forward and slides inside me, just a little.
I gasp, and he pauses and says, “Okay?” When I nod, he withdraws a bit, then pushes forward a fraction more. He does this several times, making sure he’s coated with my moisture, before finally sinking all the way in, so his hips are flush with the back of my thighs.
He closes his eyes for a moment. “Ahhh… you feel amazing.”
“Ohhh… that feels so good…” I slide my hand into his hair, and he opens his eyes, and the hot desire in them makes me groan.
“We need to be quiet,” he whispers as he starts moving.
“It’s going to be impossible.” I bite my bottom lip as he thrusts, to try and stop a moan escaping me.
His eyes sparkle. “Do I need to cover your mouth?” He kisses my jaw, then down my neck, fastens his mouth there, and sucks lightly.
“Argh, Cullen…”
He returns his lips to mine and kisses me hungrily, and our tongues tangle as he moves inside me with small, unhurried thrusts.
Mmm… I think he wants to draw this out as much as I do.
I’m just enjoying being intimate and close with him, his kisses and the touch of his hands making every inch of my skin tingle.
He cups my breast and worships it with his mouth, and the brush of his tongue over the nipple sends answering shocks down between my legs.
I explore his body while he kisses me, running my fingers up his back and down his ribs, tightening my fingers on his ass and feeling the muscles bunching as he moves.
Ohhh… I’m heating up, desire pooling inside me, but he continues to move with the same leisurely pace, sliding in and out of me with agonizing slowness.
“You’re torturing me,” I whisper, because he’s grinding against me as he moves, and every thrust builds more pleasure.
“I’m just taking my time,” he murmurs back. “Now I have you, I’m not going to rush this. And I don’t want to wake Max.”
“You won’t, I promise.”
“Even so. We can swing from the chandeliers when we’re alone.”
“Chandeliers…” I giggle, warmed through by his words. “So you’re anticipating doing this again?”
“I’d never presume.” He kisses my mouth, probing with his tongue and making me moan. “But it would be a crime if it ended here.”
“Mmm… I agree…” I’m having trouble keeping quiet. “Ohhh that feels amazing…” I bite my lip again. It’s no good, I can’t hold the pleasure in any longer. “Ahhh, I think I’m going to…”