Page 29 of Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree
“Yes.Yes.” Her original whisper turns to a whimper at the second sting.
“I want to rip this shirt off you. To worship your breasts until you’re coming undone and begging me for more.”
Her legs shudder around my waist, and her ragged breathing grows shallower. Delving my hands beneath her, I shift us until we’re both leaning up and I can toy with the strings left at the back of her shirt. Flexing slightly, I pull until one string breaks, followed by another.
“Ev.”
“Stop me.” Another string, and her shirt gapes in the front.
She shakes her head, and with a shout, I rip every remaining knot apart until I can toss the ruined top to the side of the bed. The tips of her breasts are beaded, and my mouth waters for a taste without the fabric barrier. I lay her back down again, barely hanging on to the vestiges of control I have left.
Releasing her, I trail a path down her arm with my fingertips—gooseflesh rises, the rosy tips of her breasts tightening more. Tanned skin disappears into the leather still clinging to her hips, but I’m drawn back to her quivering breasts, captivated by the way they beg for my touch. For my kiss. Her hands shift restlessly at her sides, like she doesn’t know what to do with them, so I grab one and rest it against my aching cock.
“This is what you do to me.” I squeeze, reinforcing her hold on me. “Every time I kiss you. Every time I think about getting my hands on you.”
She curls her fingers, and my dick kicks against her palm. When her tongue darts out to moisten her lips, all rational thought is driven out by the surge of lust that takes over. My lips find one of those tight buds, and I lean over, forcing her flat and giving me better access to the nipple not currently the center of attention of my mouth.
The combination of nipping one breast with my teeth and pinching the opposite one makes her squirm against the bed as she seeks friction in her slick pants.
“I bet you’re fucking soaked right now, aren’t you, princess? You like when my teeth mark your body.” I nip at the swell of one breast to emphasize my point, and her hands fist the cotton of my shirt. “Can I make you come with my mouth alone?” I suck on her nipple again before I release her with a pop. “Or with my fingers?”
I pluck the other peak between my forefinger and thumb until she whimpers.
“Or both?”
Switching sides, I drag my tongue around the distended point, red from my ministrations, while I palm the breast still wet from my mouth.
“Evan.”
“I’m going to make you come like this, princess.” I growl the promise against her sweat-slicked skin and focus on moving back and forth between her breasts, alternating my mouth and hands, my pace, everything I can, until her arms strain to hold me to her.
“Please.” Her plea is music to my ears, but I’m not stopping until I make her come this way.
My dick is screaming to join in the action, to sink into her heat, but I ignore it to shift to her other breast again and tug at the ruby-red tip with my teeth.
“On your knees, baby.” I roll her until she lifts to all fours under me and pulse my hips against her ass. Starting at one shoulder, I kiss my way across and nuzzle her hair away from her neck while I find her breasts again and cup the warm weight.
At the first tug of my fingers, her hips practically collapse, so I slide one of my legs between hers to keep her upright.
“You’re fucking close, aren’t you, princess? Ready for me to make you explode? Make you scream my name?”
She nods her head furiously and drives her hips back against me, grinding against my dick, eliciting the most incredible pain.
“Tell me.”
“I want to come. Please make me come.”
“Like this? With my fingers tugging at your breasts and my teeth sinking into your shoulder?”
I nip at the tendon where her neck and shoulder meet.
“Yes!”
“That won’t be it. I’m going to make you come on my tongue and with my fingers before I finally fill up that pretty pussy of yours. I bet it’s begging for me right now, huh?” I cup her through the leather, and she presses into my palm before I take my hand away and move it back to her breast. “Not quite there, princess. What about coming for me right now?”
I use both thumbs and index fingers to apply steady pressure on each of her nipples as I twist slightly, pulling an audible gasp from her.
“If you want my face between your legs, you need to come right the fuck now. Do you hear me? Right now.” I growl and sink my teeth roughly into her shoulder and simultaneously twist her nipples.
