Page 32 of Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree
I explain what’s going on and how she’s figuring out what she wants for herself. Like me.
“Claiming your coal, huh?” He sits up suddenly so we’re nose to nose. His lips brush against mine twice in teasing caresses before he pulls back. “What do you say we really land on Santa’s naughty list, then?”
I’m on my back before I can say anything, his tongue plundering my mouth until he’s once more cradled between my thighs and I can wrap my legs around his waist.
“Fuck,” he groans, breaking the kiss. “Aren’t you sore?”
I lift my hips, his hard dick sliding through my folds and turning me on more.
“Not sore enough to stop this.”
“Goddamn, princess, the heat of your pussy calls to me like a siren. Like a fucking drug I can’t deny.” He pushes forward, the head of his dick lining up with my entrance, and I shiver as delight tingles up my spine.
But he shifts again and drags his lips down my neck, nipping at the tendon where it meets my shoulder before soothing the sting with his tongue.
“Evan.” His name is a broken moan.
He moves his mouth lower, across my collarbone to the swell of my breasts.
“Let me,” he says.
Whatever he wants, he can have.
I’m his.
Fingers spread wide, I tunnel through his hair, gripping the strands and dragging his mouth to my nipple. He chuckles before swirling his tongue around the stiff peak.
“God, you taste like fucking heaven.” He continues his assault on my breasts, licking me like a goddamned lollipop before tugging me into his mouth to nibble at the beaded tip. His hand comes up to play with my other breast, echoing the movements that made me come the first time last night.
My breasts have never been this sensitive. Probably because no one has ever paid such reverent attention to them.
Not like Evan.
“Have I told you how much I love your breasts?” He switches sides before releasing me fully.
I mewl in disappointment as cool air washes over the puckered tip.
“I’d worship your breasts all day if I could, but I want to end my pilgrimage in a sweeter place.”
His hair tickles the skin of my abdomen, making me shift my thighs restlessly against his chest. He shoulders them apart, pushing my thighs back and exposing me to him. The warm breath of his words caresses my skin as he closes the distance, but he pauses before he puts his mouth where I need him most.
“Please.” My thighs tighten around his shoulders, and I lift my hips, hoping to direct him to where I want him.
“Please, what?” he asks and shifts infinitely closer. He purses his lips and blows gently on my pussy. “Please, this?”
He cups my breast, his fingers working the nipple. My hips jump, bringing me into contact with his chin.
“Evan.”
“Please, this?” His voice grows thicker by the moment, and he drags his tongue from the back to the front, swirling around my clit.
I fist the sheets on the outside of my thighs, gripping the fabric tight, my orgasm already barreling toward me like a freight train.
He stops long enough to unfurl the abused cloth from my fingers, lifting each hand to his head. Only when both of my hands tangle in his hair does he continue his oral exploration. Long strokes are alternated with pulsing taps.
“You taste so fucking good,” he growls against me before diving back in.
My only response is to chant his name between broken breaths.
