A New York Christmas Fairy Tale - Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty Two
He’d planned to take it slow. Maybe have a drink first, laugh a little. He’d wanted to be gentle. Tender.
In the end they barely made it through the door before coming together.
He wasn’t sure who made the first move. Him? Her? Maybe they both moved at the same time. Either way it was a collision of mouths, hands and need—a brutal explosion of raw sexual hunger
He tugged at her dress and she helped him, pulling it over her head so that she stood in front of him in only high heels and something that was supposed to be underwear but seemed to him to be nothing more than a couple of wisps of fabric. He slid one hand round the back of her neck, holding her still for his kiss, and she moaned his name and pressed closer. His clothing went the same way as hers. He tasted her—sweet and willing and like a drug she slid into his system, fueling need. He’d never felt anything like it, this breathless craving, this intense desire. He slid his hand over her breast and then down between her thighs, hearing her moan as she felt the intimate invasion of his fingers. He felt her fingers bite into his shoulders and all the time her mouth was on his and she was saying his name, telling him over and over again how much she wanted him.
Because he still had enough sense to know he didn’t want the first time he made love to her to be against the wall, he lifted her and carried her into the bedroom. Then he removed the last wisps of protection and lowered himself over her.
With hands and mouth he explored her in explicit detail, touching, tasting, teasing until she was shivering and quivering under him.
It was Roxy as he’d never seen her but always imagined. Naked beneath him, her eyes dark with desire and soft with trust. She wrapped her legs around him in invitation and he had just enough clarity left to reach for a condom before finally entering her in a slow, controlled thrust. He felt her muscles tighten around him and forced himself to pause to breathe, to take it slow and give her time. But then she arched into him, urging him on until he drove into her, harder, deeper, drawn into her slippery heat, losing himself in the pleasure. They kissed through the whole erotic journey, until he felt the first clench of her orgasm ripple along his shaft, until he felt her gasp against his lips and arch into him. Until he lost control, his mind and his heart.