by Cassidy Coal
But it had nowhere to go, so it built and built, the intensity so extreme she couldn't even voice her pleasure. She was strangled, her throat constricted. All she could do was bite the comforter and ride the wave of fire as it consumed her.
He finally stopped then, pulling away from her.
She lay there, gasping. She could barely remember her name or where she was or even who he was.
He lay beside her on the bed and stroked her hair, softly, gently, as she recovered herself.
"Did you like that?" he asked, smiling that little half-smile of his.
She nodded, not trusting herself to speak.
"Good. Rest now." He kissed her on the forehead and left.
Sarah dropped into a deep, dreamless sleep, her body exhausted.
She awoke alone. There were still three hours until they landed.
She went to find Tyler, not bothering to clothe herself.
He was slumped in his chair, asleep, a notepad open on the table in front of him. He looked so young, so vulnerable, she just stood there and watched him for a long moment.
He'd just given her the most pleasure any man had ever given her. Ever. As in, for the entire length of the relationship.
She wanted to please him the way he'd pleased her.
She knelt beside him and took his hand in her mouth, slowly kissing the base of his wrist. As he stirred awake, she took his thumb in her mouth, sucking on it like she wanted to suck his penis.
He opened his eyes and looked down at her.
She smiled up at him, letting his hand go. "Come with me?" she asked, holding her hand out to him.
He took the hand and let her lead him back to the bedroom.
She undressed him slowly, kissing every inch of flesh as it was revealed, trailing kisses along each arm, along his chest, his belly button, up each calf and thigh; he smelled clean, crisp, pure. So different from any man she'd known before.
He was still half-asleep. He laid back with his eyes closed as she touched and tasted every inch of him. There was one part of him, though, that was most definitely awake.
She circled around his erection, waiting, wanting, denying herself and him until it was just too much. And then, when she couldn't hold back any longer, she pulled his boxer briefs off his body and paused, admiring his beautiful penis. It was like him. Not too long or too thick. Just right. It had a slight curve, like a samurai sword.
She circled her tongue around the tip, her hands cupping his balls. He sat up, not saying a word as he watched her service him. She ran her tongue the length of his shaft before finally taking him in her mouth.
She locked eyes with him as she moved her mouth up and down, watching his every reaction. He tried to keep his face calm, but soon she saw the tightening at the corner of his eyes as the pleasure built. She quickened her pace, taking him deeper into her mouth, moving up and down, up and down, faster and faster, until he came, his hot spunk filling her mouth.
She pulled away, letting him see as she swallowed his seed.
She smiled at him and he brought his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply, hungrily, devouring her mouth with his.
He pulled her to the bed and pinned her body under his. Already she could feel him recovering, his erection pressing against her thigh.
He pinned her hands to the bed next to her head as he brought his mouth to hers, pressing his body against the length of hers. His thigh moved between hers, pushing her legs apart, so he could enter her in deep, slow, steady movements.
When he was finally all the way inside, he smiled down at her, his green eyes almost glowing with pleasure as he started to move inside her.
He started slow, barely moving back and forth. Just a little out and a little back in, but as he saw the fire kindle in her eyes and felt her body respond to his, he picked up his pace, pulling out further and thrusting back inside, harder and harder.
She wrapped her legs around his hips, taking him deeper than either of them had thought possible, and he gasped as he pushed into her.
He released her wrists and she grabbed his ass, digging her fingers into his flesh, pulling him closer and closer with each thrust, willing her body to merge into his. He lifted her hips to deepen his angle and she gasped as he hit a spot that made stars dance behind her eyes and waves of pleasure spread through her body.
"You liked that?" he asked, hitting the spot again and again.
She couldn't speak, she was so lost in the sensations coursing through her body. All she could do was pull him tighter, willing him to continue.
He did, fucking her harder and faster and deeper until they both cried out, their bodies convulsing with the power of their orgasm.
He collapsed against her, almost instantly asleep.
Sarah held him close, relishing the feel of his body against hers, of his manhood still inside her as he slept, perfectly content, perfectly at ease in her arms.
The next day was what she'd expected from this trip. She spent sixteen hours in a small office looking at page after page of financial calculations. She hated every moment of it. But she remembered the night before, Tyler Corrigan's beautiful body tucked against hers, and she didn't care.
When she returned to his hotel suite that night, she was exhausted. All she wanted was to sleep. Tyler didn't even pressure her for sex, he just had her stretch out on the bed and massaged her body until she was so fully relaxed, so completely at peace, that she drifted off into a deep sleep more peaceful than any she could remember.
Sarah lay in bed the next morning, not wanting to get up. It was Christmas, and the last thing she wanted to do was go into the office and review more financial statements.
But she had to. Horowitz had been right. It was a mess. She'd need every single hour she could find before the end of the year.
She reached for Tyler, but he wasn't there. Grumbling to herself, she grabbed a robe and stumbled her way out of the bedroom into the living room area.
She stopped in the doorway, her mouth hanging open.
"Do you like it?" he asked, smiling at her like a little child.
She stared around the room, amazed. The room had been transformed while she slept. There was a six-foot Christmas tree in the center of the room with beautifully-wrapped packages underneath. And a fresh evergreen garland draped along the walls. Candles burned everywhere, casting a warm romantic glow on the scene.
"I love it." She kissed him, relishing the feel of his mouth against hers.
He pointed to the table where two stockings hung, one with Sarah stenciled on it in glitter, and one with Tyler on it.
She squealed in delight. "You got us stockings?"
He nodded and she remembered that this was his first real Christmas. She kissed him, deeply, passionately. "I couldn't imagine a more perfect Christmas," she whispered, staring into his beautiful green eyes.
"Neither can I." He kissed her back. "Here's to this being the first of many."
"To the first of many," she agreed.
They walked over to the table hand-in-hand. This really was the best Christmas ever.
If you enjoyed this story you can read the entire eight-story series in A Mile High Romance: The Complete Collection.
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