Releasing her hand, he slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her in close, so their bodies were flush together. Gigi shuddered again, her eyes glued to his mouth. More than anything she wanted him to kiss her—to take her in his arms and show her that he was feeling the exact same things she was.
“Gigi,” he murmured, lowering his head so his forehead was pressed against her hairline. Their breathing seemed to fall into a rhythm, the two of them inhaling and exhaling in sync.
“Holden,” she whispered back. She wasn’t sure that she would be able to find many more words than that right now. Her mind was too cloudy with lust. She wanted him to kiss her, wanted to feel his bare skin against hers. She had never been this turned on in her life, and each breath only heightened her senses even more.
“I meant what I said the other night, sweetheart. I really, really like you. And to be honest, it freaks me out a little, since I never thought I’d feel like this about anyone ever again.”
“I meant it too. I really like you. And…same…”
“But I want you to know that I respect you. You are so beautiful, Gigi, inside and out, and I don’t want to do anything to make you feel uncomfortable. This is all in your hands, sweetheart. We won’t do anything you don’t want to. You just let me know what you want.”
“You,” she said, her voice coming out breathy. “I want you.”
15
Holden
"I want you.” Those three little words were music to Holden’s ears and set his entire body on fire. He could feel his skin grow warmer as his heart rate picked up and his dick twitched. Gigi’s whispers were so delicate and soft, yet they packed a hell of a punch.
He wasted no time in moving his hands to her luscious ass, giving it a good squeeze. The feel of it in his hands was better than every one of his fantasies. Gigi gasped lightly under his grasp, pushing her breasts into him. His cock hardened even more with this new contact, and he let out a groan. Gigi had no idea what she did to him. Tilting her head back, she arched up onto her toes, and Holden captured her mouth in his, kissing her hard. She tasted sweet, like honey with an undertone of cinnamon, just like the sticky buns, but better.
There were so many things he wanted to do to her in this moment, but he knew he needed to control himself. More than anything, what he wanted was to make Gigi feel special, to feel adored. He wanted to show her just how much pleasure she could experience at the hands of someone else, rather than the pain he knew she’d been caused. In order to do that, he needed to go slow, and be steady and gentle. They could be frenzied later. Now was the time for tenderness.
Slipping his hands underneath her shirt, he trailed his fingertips up her sides, earning him a shiver and even more kisses. It was as if just the touch of his skin to hers lit sparks under her skin and, in return, fueled his own fire. When he reached her bra, he guided his hands up under it until his thumbs found her nipples, which pebbled almost instantly under his touch. Circling the little peaks with his thumb, he started to kiss along her jaw and made his way down her neck. Gigi mewled underneath his touch. Her breasts felt perfect in his hands, like they were made to fit right there. He hadn’t even seen her naked yet, and he was already as hard as he’d ever been. If he wasn’t careful, they weren’t going to make it very far.
“Holden…” she gasped as he lightly pinched a nipple with his thumb and forefinger.
“You like that, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice gruff and full of desire. He wanted to make her feel so good that she forgot everything around her. He just needed to figure out what she liked.
“Mmmhhmmm,” she moaned in response.
“How about if I do this…” he trailed off, dragging his right hand down her front and slipping it into her yoga pants. When he discovered that she wasn’t wearing any panties, he felt his cock surge all over again. It was a good thing he hadn’t known this before, or he would have had a much harder time behaving himself.
He continued to lower his hand until he found her already damp with desire. She cried out when his fingers found her wetness, her knees wobbling slightly. Slowly, he spread his fingers through her pussy, massaging her, making sure to avoid any direct contact with the spot he knew she wanted it most. This was about making her feel wanted and drawing out her pleasure, not about how fast he could get her off. Holden could feel her pulse pick up as he continued to play with her, teasing her. The look on her face told him that she was enjoying this as much as he was, and he never wanted her to forget this moment. Hell, he never wanted to forget this moment either.
Returning to her mouth for another long, hard kiss, he shifted his hand slightly and slipped a finger inside her. Gigi cried out again, louder this time, throwing her head back. Holden kissed along her exposed neck, nibbling lightly where her neck and shoulder met. He felt like the most powerful man in the world, having Gigi blissed out in his arms like this. But it wasn’t enough. He wanted to see her face as she fell apart from his touch, to know what she looked like when she went soaring into space.
Without a word, he adjusted his hand, slipping a second finger inside her, finding her clit with his thumb. He only brushed against it ever so lightly at first, but it was more than enough to get the kind of reaction he was looking for.
“Oh my God!” Gigi exclaimed, grabbing on to his upper arms for balance as her whole body shuddered.
Holden ignored her outburst, continuing his efforts. His thumb circled the little bundle of nerves over and over, rubbing it like one would a wishing stone, until he knew she was so close that it was only a matter of moments until she came undone. Stroking her insides with his two fingers, he searched for the spot that he knew would push her over the edge. Just listening to her breathing and feeling how responsive she was to his touch was such a turn-on. His dick ached to be touched, to be given the relief it craved, but not until Gigi got hers. It didn’t matter to him if this led to more or if this was it and he would be left to deal with his raging hard-on by himself. His goal here was simple—to take Gigi somewhere no man had ever taken her before.
“Faaaaaaa,” Gigi screamed, her entire body convulsing underneath him. He captured her scream with his mouth as she held on to him for dear life. He could feel her insides clamp down on his hand as he furiously worked to keep her orgasm going as long as possible. She moaned, kissing him harder and harder as she rode his hand, like it was the only thing keeping her alive at the moment.
When she finally inched back from the kiss, Holden couldn’t stop the shit-eating grin from taking over his face. The look of sheer ecstasy that washed over Gigi was more than enough for him to know that he’d succeeded. Except it wasn’t enough. He wanted more. He wanted her, all of her. His cock twitched again, but he ignored it—Gigi was still his first priority.
Giving her a moment to catch her breath, he led her over to the bed and sat down on the edge. He tugged her in between his spread legs and kissed her again. This time it was soft and sweet, again trying to communicate to her that she was safe, and this was about her feeling good, not some obligation.
She was silent for a moment, tracing her fingers along the lines of the star tattoo on his left shoulder. There were so many things he wanted to say to her. His heart was bursting full of emotion, and his own desire still rushed through him like a bull. But he calmly waited for her lead, softly running his hands up and down along her glorious hips.
“Holden,” she said, finally breaking the silence.
“Yes, sweetheart,” he answered. With him sitting, he was only a few inches shorter than she was, so he had to look up to meet her eyes, unsure of what they were telling him.
“I’m…I’m not very good at this,” she replied, quickly looking down at her feet.
Slipping a finger underneath her chin, he lifted it up until their gazes met. He could see the apprehension in her eyes, and his heart tugged. He hated that she felt this way about herself, especially after the powerful moment they’d just experienced. He was now on a mission to prove to her tha
t she was wrong.
“Why don’t you let me be the judge of that,” he told her softly. Grabbing her hand again, he placed it on his barely concealed erection. She gasped again when she felt how hard he was, looking at him with wide eyes. “From where I’m sitting, you’re doing everything perfectly.”
“Really?” she asked.
“Really.”
“Then why are you still wearing that towel?”
Gigi
Gigi was just as surprised as Holden when the question sprang from her lips. She had no idea where she had found the courage to say such a thing, but no part of her regretted it. Maybe it was the earth-shattering orgasm she had just experienced at his hand, or maybe it was the desire she felt—a desire she'd never felt for anyone ever before—but she was feeling like a whole new woman.
“Consider it gone,” Holden said, winking at her. In a flash, he stood up, tugging the towel as he went. It fell to the floor, but Gigi couldn’t be bothered to watch. She was too taken with the view in front of her. A naked Holden St. James was easily the most amazing thing she’d ever seen. The hip V that she’d been admiring earlier as it disappeared into the towel led her down to the most beautiful dick she’d ever laid eyes on. No wonder it was called a happy trail.
Prior to this moment, she wasn’t sure she’d ever say that a penis was pretty, but with Holden standing there like this, in all his glory, it was the only word she could think of. It was long and thick, and she suddenly had the urge to take it in her hand. Reaching out to do so, she hesitated slightly. What if she did this wrong? Holden had just fingered her into oblivion, without so much as a second thought. What if she hurt him?
As if he knew what she was thinking, he took her hands and placed them on his cock. Holden slowly moved her hands up and down his length before letting go and wrapping his arms around her, drawing her in for another soul-searing kiss. Everything about this man drove her crazy.
“Umm, Gigi, that feels so fucking good,” Holden moaned. “There’s just one small problem.”
“What?” she asked, quickly letting go of him.
“Not that, sweetheart,” he said, placing her hand back on his dick. “It’s that I’m naked and you’re still fully dressed. I think we need to fix that.” A wicked glint in his eyes sparkled, as a sly grin moved across his face.
“You…you want to see me naked?” she asked, surprised.
“More than anything,” he answered. “Unless you don’t want to.”
“No, I do. I’m just surprised…” she started, stopping herself before she said something stupid. She didn’t want to sound ridiculous in this moment but was afraid it was too late. So much for the confidence she was feeling a moment ago.
“Don’t be. I think you’re gorgeous,” he told her, moving in closer and grabbing the hem of her shirt.
Gigi raised her arms, letting him pull her shirt up over her head. Licking her lips, more out of nervousness than trying to be sexy, she reached behind and unclasped her bra, letting her breasts fall from the cups. Holden’s eyes grew wide like a small child who’d just come downstairs on Christmas morning to see that Santa had arrived. Taking a breast in each hand, he gave them a squeeze, sending a jolt through her. When his thumbs found her nipples a moment later, just as they had earlier, she couldn’t help but moan. She could feel them pebble underneath his touch, and more than anything she wanted to feel his mouth on them. Arching her back, she sighed, letting herself get lost in the sensation.
Holden removed his hands from her chest, replacing them with his mouth as his hands found the waistband of her yoga pants. Gigi shivered and pressed herself into him more, not sure if it was the feel of his tongue circling her nipple or the excitement of him lowering her pants that was getting her so worked up. Either way, she didn’t want any of it to end. When he’d lowered the pants to her ankles, she stepped out of them and away from Holden, putting herself on display. For a moment she felt exposed and vulnerable, but that feeling vanished as soon as she saw Holden watching her. He was licking his lips, looking like he wanted to devour her. It sent a new wave of nerves through her, one that was a mix of insecurity and excitement.
“You are stunning, Gigi,” Holden whispered as he stepped into her and picked her up, like a new bride being carried over the threshold.
He walked her the few steps to the bed and laid her down gently before joining her. He kissed and caressed her, his hands everywhere at once. Every place he touched her lit up like he was branding her with his fingers. She ran her hands up and down his hard chest and stroked his dick, hoping that he craved her touch as much as she did his. Everything about this moment was perfect.
“I don't have any condoms,” Holden said between kisses. Gigi could hear the disappointment in his voice, like he couldn’t believe he let them get this far without thinking about that detail. She smiled to herself, loving that was where his mind went in this moment. As crazy as it would sound to anyone else, it was romantic to her that he put her and her safety first. That he wasn’t going to do anything that made her feel uncomfortable. It was just one more thing about Holden that made her melt.
“I still have that IUD,” she said, not wanting to bring that ugliness into this beautiful moment. “I didn’t want to risk anything.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, thankfully following where she was going with this.
She nodded. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
Pushing up to his knees, Holden leaned over her and slowly started kissing his way down her body. He paused briefly to toy with her nipples, sending new sparks through her body. When he got to her hips, he placed a kiss on each one before moving back up to her mouth. Settling himself between her legs, he placed his cock at her entrance and slowly guided himself in. Gigi groaned, feeling herself adjusting to him inside her. It’d been a long time since she’d had sex, and never with anyone as impressive as Holden. Just as carefully as he’d entered her, he slid back out, and Gigi whimpered at the loss of him. A few more strokes and Holden found a steady rhythm, driving her crazy with each one. His actions were unhurried, easy, as if he had nowhere else to be, and loving her was his only priority.
Was this what this was supposed to be like? Every movement sent her further and further into oblivion, like nothing else she’d ever experienced. She craved his touch and everything it made her feel. Her entire body was on fire, almost as if every nerve was sitting along her skin waiting to be ignited. Shifting her hips, she ground herself against him, chasing the delicious friction their conjoined bodies were creating. Holden thrust harder, his dick hitting her in all the right places.
Gigi could feel another orgasm building inside of her. Arching her back, she whimpered, trying to meet him thrust for thrust, wanting to find her release. Holden reached down and found her clit with his fingers, rubbing it furiously. A second later, Gigi exploded, her climax washing over her, sending her reeling. For the first time in her life, she saw stars, and her eyes slammed shut, her entire body vibrating. The sound that escaped from her was something she’d never heard before, and the only reason she knew it came from her was that it was soon drowned out by a guttural groan coming from Holden as his own release hit.
After a few more strokes, he collapsed back onto the bed beside her. Gigi only had a few seconds to try and catch her breath before Holden rolled her onto her side and pulled her into him. The warmth coming off of his skin was welcoming, and Gigi couldn’t help but snuggle into him as he wrapped his large body around her. Her heart was still racing, despite how calm and relaxed she felt. Sex had never felt this good, this right. If this is how it was supposed to be, she now understood why Holden questioned the name of the cake. No baked good in the world came close to what she’d just experienced.
Gigi felt the tickle of Holden’s beard against her bare shoulder as he placed a few soft kisses there. She giggled from the feel of it, hoping it encouraged him to continue.
“I don’t know about you, sweetheart, but I think we might need to
make sticky buns more often.”
16
Gigi
Thoughts whizzed through Gigi’s brain at a speed that she’d never experienced. It was almost enough to make her dizzy. But she couldn’t stop them, and they just kept coming.
Did that really just happen? Did he enjoy it? He must have if he made the sticky bun comment, right? What if he was just saying that? What if I was bad? He’s still cuddling me, so that’s a good sign, right? What does this make us? Are we a couple? Dating? What if he doesn’t want that?
She told herself to take a deep breath. Answers were not going to come from freaking out. And nothing good could come from being that girl. Was it still considered “being that girl” in your thirties? Gigi had no idea.
What she did know, however, was that was easily the best sexual experience of her life. And she wanted to experience it again and again. She just also wanted the more that came with a relationship.
Holden shifted behind her, still keeping her in his arms as he kissed his way up her neck. Nipping lightly at her earlobe, he pulled her hips closer into him, and Gigi couldn’t help but let herself melt into him. Despite all the questions in her head, the rest of her was consumed with all the feels, as if she were floating on some white fluffy cloud.
“You remembered to turn the oven off, right?” Holden said, not letting up on his kisses.
Gigi could hear the lightness in his voice, but it didn’t stop her heart from jumping into her throat.
“Yes…” she told him. She had turned the oven off, right? “I think…”
She quickly ran through her motions before running up here to have him taste her creation. It felt like forever ago now and for the life of her, she couldn’t remember. Panic took over her, and she jerked away from Holden, popping up out of the bed.
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