Festive Seduction: The Holiday Engagement Series Read Free Page A

painted her bottom red pushed him to go farther.
    Jingle Bells was ruined for all time.
    “O’er the fields we go, laughing all the way.” She paused the song, laughing out a moan as he slapped her sensitized bottom with his hand instead of the wood.
    “Don’t break the rhythm,” he warned. The oil warmer on the nightstand must have begun to work again because the scent of apples and cinnamon intensified, wrapping them in yet more holiday cheer.
    “Bells on bobtail ring, making spirits bright. What fun it is to ride and sing a sleighing song tonight!” Jade swiveled her hips, as if that would give her a respite.
    Philip turned the brush over and slid the rough bristles over her blazing hot flesh. Jade gasped and arched her back. She was so responsive, so uninhibited. He’d been attracted to her from the moment they met when she mistook him for someone else. He’d been jealous of that stranger for a time, at least until he realized there wasn’t reason to be.
    “Oh fuck. Okay. Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way.” She paused again to moan as he paid special attention to the area just below her bottom.
    She’d said once before that she felt the vibrations of the impact deep inside her pussy before. Was that the case now? Could she feel him? Did she want him?
    “Oh. Oh! What fun,” she groaned the word, “it is to ride—yes please—in a one-horse open sleigh.  Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way.”
    He inserted his index finger in the tiny space between her pelvis and thighs. Curling it up, against her body he massaged her slit. Her arousal coated his fingers. Damn, she was really wet. He pushed the digit forward until he ran across the hard nub of her clitoris.
    Jade gasped and thrust her hips back, bending slightly more, giving him better access to her. The song was completely forgotten.
    Philip stepped closer, covering her with his body, and cupped her breasts. He caught her nipples between his fingers and squeezed. He licked the fingers on his left hand so they slid more easily over the stiff peaks. She tossed her head back against his shoulder, her mouth hung open, face frozen in ecstasy. The garland hung askance, almost over her eyes.
    Damn, but she was beautiful.
    He knew how to play her body, what areas were the most sensitive. Toying with her breasts was the second easiest way of pushing her over the ledge, flying on the wings of arousal into a blissful state of mind. He applied a little more pressure to her breasts and her whole body seemed to vibrate, quivering on a knife’s edge of arousal.
    Philip had never understood the idea of topspace before Jade. Subspace was an often bandied about topic, and he’d played with his fair share of women before Jade to know what subspace looked like on a woman. He could identify the signs and had heard enough about what a submissive might feel when they went there. But topspace, it was a whole other ballgame.
    His world narrowed to the flare of Jade’s nostrils, the tendons on the side of her neck standing out as she strained to hold perfectly still and the slight back and forth motion of her hips, rubbing against him. In this moment, he was the orchestrator of her pleasure, conducting her body to highs and lows, drawing out the melody of her voice as she cried out. She was the center of his world. All that mattered. He was a god of pleasure, his sole intent to bring her to the highest highs and catch her when she tumbled low.
    “Philip,” she moaned in that tone that said she needed—but didn’t know what she desired. That was his job, to meet her needs. To care for her.
    “I know, sweetheart. I know. Stand up.” He helped her straighten and directed her to turn.
    Before the accident they used to play for hours. They hadn’t reached those marathon sessions, but the goals of their scenes had changed. It was no longer about simple pleasure, teasing each other until that overwhelming climax took them both. Now it was different.