Holiday Sparks

She propped herself up on her elbows. “I’m not going anywhere, Ben.” She leaned into him, catching his lips in a soft kiss. Instead of the gentle Ben she was growing used to, she got another taste of the intense one.

Like the kiss behind the tree, he cupped her face and swallowed all of her doubts. There was no way she could leave this man and the feelings that swirled between them.

He rolled her back onto the bed, tightening his arms around her until there was no space between them. The lightness and the fun dissolved under his hungry mouth. The bone-deep exhaustion churned into a compulsion that couldn’t be stopped.

This time there was no gentleness, no finesse, just a grappling urgency that they fed into each other. Soreness faded to the background as his lips coasted along her neck, across her shoulders and finally found her breast. She arched underneath him as he sucked her nipple into his mouth.

Her nails scraped through his hair, holding him tighter to her. He cupped both breasts, pushing them up for his mouth.

His gaze locked on her. The pads of his thumbs scraped across the tight peaks before his mouth returned with the added nip of teeth. She maneuvered her hand between them and cupped him. Her walls clenched at the weight of him in her hand, thick and hard. She swiped her thumb under the sensitive head.

He shuddered at her touch. “Harder,” he said around her painfully hard nipple. He nipped at her until her grip firmed enough to satisfy him.

She pressed him against where she needed him most and the groan that erupted from him urged her on. She rubbed against his shaft, the ridges abrading her sensitive skin and the way he sucked on her breasts pushing her so close.

“Wait for me.”

She arched under him, his name a litany as she rubbed her clit against the fullness at the base of his shaft. He cursed and reached for his side drawer, but she dragged him back.

“Don’t you move,” she growled.

The first spark of laughter returned to his brown eyes as he swiveled his hips above her, playing keep-away. She grabbed his hair, dragging him down to bite his lower lip. “You are a freaking tease.”

He laughed, levering himself off her, and the snap of latex followed by a grunt from him made her feel better. Instead of crawling right back onto her, he rolled the tip of himself along her lips and under her hood.

“Now you want to go slow?” Her body was so revved she was sure she’d go insane.

“Can’t you feel the anticipation?”

She dug her nails into his muscled butt and dragged him forward. They both groaned as he slid inside her. Her abused body screamed for him to go slow, but the clawing lust vetoed that idea. Nothing but all of his passion would do right now.

Everything about them together was so new to her. Sex was usually just something to endure for a little closeness and pleasure. But with Ben? No…with Ben nothing was simple. Her frustrated groan and hiss stopped him.

“Darcy?”

“Ben, please.” She didn’t know how to ask for it. She rolled her hips against him. Even as her muscles begged for a reprieve she had to get rid of this lightning ball of intensity bouncing inside her.

“Tell me,” he said on a gasp as her muscles clenched down on him. “God, you feel so amazing. I want—” He cut himself off and stilled again. His eyes slammed shut as if he was trying to hold on.

She cupped his face. He had to feel the same. “I want it too. I need it, Ben. All of it.”

He slammed into her and she cried out. He faltered until she screamed out a yes and then it was two people taking everything from each other. He dragged her knee up on his hip and went impossibly deeper.

His arms shook on either side of her head as he drove into her again and again. Sweat and the overwhelming slickness of her own body accepting him greedily turned their space into a sauna of lust.

She hooked her arms under his and held on to his shoulders as each thrust filled her with Ben. This wasn’t just sex. This was them at their most elemental forms. When she came it was even more overwhelming than the first time.

She sobbed into his shoulder. It was just the only way for all the pressure and the pleasure to release from her. He buried his forehead into her shoulder as he panted against her. His body still sought refuge in hers. His thrusts grew into a madness that didn’t seem to know how to blow itself out.

She clamped her legs around his hips and held on to him as they finally both broke into too many pieces to ever comprehend.

Darcy slid her fingers through his hair until she got to the top of his head and held on. She shuddered against him and dragged in embarrassingly huge gulps of air, but she couldn’t let go of him.

He tunneled his arms under her shoulders and left himself pressed into her neck.

“God,” she gasped. “Oh God.”

“All the saints and angels heard us on that one, darlin’.”