Your Christmas Love (The Bennett Family 10)

Every kiss made me whimper, every thrust made my inner muscles clench and tighten.

Winston groaned in my ear when I started to pulse around him. But then he pulled out, hovering with his mouth over my lips.

His cock was just a few inches above my belly. I rolled my hips up, but he pulled even further back. He flashed me a deliciously devious smile. That could only mean he was planning something.

He looked down at me for a few seconds before leaning in to kiss my jaw. I was sure he was going to claim my mouth next, but then he slid out, pushing me on one side until he was right behind me.

“What are you doing?” I whispered.

“I told you that your pleasure is mine, Sienna.” He spoke against my shoulder while circling a nipple with his fingers. My skin turned to goose bumps, needing him, aching for him.

“Winston... please... I want you inside me again.”

“And you’ll have me. Soon.”

The unmistakable dominance in his voice only intensified my need for him.

He moved his fingers downward in a slow, deliberate spiral. His touch was too light to satisfy, only enough to make me crave more.

When he reached my clit, I moaned, reaching behind me, needing to touch him—any part of him.

If he didn’t enter me soon, I’d combust. My entire body was so on edge that I couldn’t even lie still. Every cell in my body clamored for him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, feathering his lips between my shoulder and neck, his fingers over my sensitive spot.

“Please...” I fidgeted on the mattress, unable to take the pressure anymore, but Winston held me in place... and then he intensified the touch on my sensitive spot. He moved his hand faster, pressed harder, and I came the next second.

“I want to hear you cry out, baby. I want to hear you.”

I tried to bite the pillow but gave up the fight. The pleasure took over, barreling through me, lighting up my insides. I didn’t even have time to catch my breath when I felt him shift and then he slid inside me to the hilt.

“Oh, Winston.”

He stilled, holding me while I was still pulsing around him, barely coming down from the wave of pleasure.

“I love this feeling,” he grunted out. “You’re everything, Sienna, you hear me?”

I shuddered, nodding, feeling so blissfully happy that I barely noticed the tension coiling inside me. Until Winston pinched my clit on a thrust, and my entire body vibrated with pleasure. My breath caught. My legs shook. My toes curled, and so did my fingers as I reached behind again, touching any part of him I could.

Winston’s hands were everywhere. He took me closer to an orgasm with every thrust, every kiss, every touch. I lost all sense of my surroundings.

That pressure rose and rose until I couldn’t think anything beyond how good this was. How close I felt to him. I’d never, ever felt so happy. I’d also never felt so much pleasure, and I wasn’t sure I could take any more. My muscles clenched violently right before I exploded. My right leg straightened with a spasm. Seconds later, Winston pushed even deeper inside me, calling my name as he gave in to his own climax. He held me tight around the waist, rocking in and out of me gently.

He still held me after we both calmed down. God, I loved being held. We were both sweaty, but I loved this intimacy, feeling his breath on my shoulder, and his lips too, as if he was still not done kissing me, owning me, wanting to bring me pleasure.

“What are you doing to me? Not sure I can walk tonight. Or tomorrow morning. My legs feel like Jell-O,” I said, turning around when I heard h

im chuckle.

He skimmed his hand up and down my waist. He still couldn’t stop touching me! Man, I didn’t think I could get any happier. I’d just had an amazing evening with the people I loved most, including this dreamy man who just couldn’t keep his hands to himself.

He traced the corners of my mouth, raising a brow. I was an open book to him, as usual.

“I need to chastise you, bossy man.”

“For what?”

“I almost couldn’t touch you.” I pouted, pinching his arm, and then his abs.