I sink my fingers into his scalp and keep him where I need him as I raise my hips to meet his tongue until I am shaking and writhing beneath him.
His eyes come to mine and hold my gaze as he takes me there, and I gasp his name as my orgasm rockets through me.
As I lie there, attempting to catch my breath and recover from the moment of ecstasy, he pushes himself up off of the end of the bed.
My eyes feast on him standing before me. His broad chest, his sculpted abs, and his powerful thighs. It’s a sight I could get used to.
He retrieves a foil packet from the chest of drawers behind him and then returns. Placing one knee on the bed, he tears the packet open and slowly sheathes himself. I sit up and take his hand and pull him on top of me. His hot, slick, bare skin against mine. He guides his cock to my entrance, and with one swift thrust of his hips, he’s inside of me. Filling me completely.
“Oh, yes, that’s it,” I manage to gasp out.
He reaches back and clasps one of my legs, leading it over his hip so he can move deeper and faster. I fling my head back into the pillow and grip the comforter in a tight fist.
He bends his head, so he can kiss my exposed neck, and the sensation of his gentle kiss in contrast to his pounding rhythm is just what I need to bring me back to the crest of the wave.
His breath starts coming in short, hard pants as my legs begin to tremble, and I lock them firmly around his waist.
“Hannah,” he grunts as my muscles begin to tighten around him.
He grips my hips as he mounts up and begins to thrust rapidly into me.
I slide my hands down his sides, grazing his skin with my fingernails before digging into the curves of his ass and holding on as best as I can manage. The guttural noises escaping him let me know he is close to the edge.
I’m so close myself and desperate for another release when he slips one hand between us, pinching me in just the right spot. That does it. My body begins to convulse as I hoarsely shout his name.
He loses his hold on control, and his tightly coiled climax explodes into me. He brings his mouth to mine as his own pleasure takes him over.
We lie here, sated, for several moments, drained of all strength. Me beneath him, taking his weight as I stroke my hands mindlessly up and down his back.
“Bran,” I whisper.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Do you have any of that popcorn left?” I ask.
He tilts his head up and looks at me. “What?”
“I’m hungry again,” I say.
He brings his forehead to mine and laughs.
“What?”
“You want to talk about food while I’m still inside of you?”
“I think we just burned off dinner.”
At that moment, my stomach lets out a loud growl.
He dips his face to mine and kisses the tip of my nose. “I’ll be right back.”
“Okay,” I whisper before he nips my bottom lip with his teeth as he slips out of me.
He stands and removes the condom and ties the end off before disappearing down the stairs.
When he returns, he is carrying the popcorn tin and a sprig of mistletoe.
He ties it to the headboard and proceeds to pluck an entire cluster of six berries, placing them on the nightstand.