Page 33 of Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree
“I need you to come, princess,” he says as he slides one finger knuckle deep, then adds a second, stretching me slightly. My walls flutter around the digits until he curls them and sucks my clit into his mouth. The slight pressure on my G-spot combined with the strong suction is all it takes for me to explode, my orgasm cresting and burying me in white lights of pleasure, my body riding the wave while simultaneously riding his fingers. I hold him against me with my hands in his hair, and my thighs squeezed tight to his ears while he licks and sucks until the pleasure is too much and I squirm away.
“I-I-I can’t. No more.”
I remind myself to uncurl my fingers from his hair, and he chuckles, the vibrations and the last lick he gives me making me gasp.
“No?”
“No. I want you.” I pull slightly at his hair until he crawls back up my body.
“You have me,” he says, claiming my lips again.
I moan at the taste of myself on his lips while my legs wrap around his waist.
“Inside me,” I pant, pressing my heels against his ass to push him where I want him.
“Princess. I need a condom.” His voice is gritty, like he’s fighting for control, and I fucking love it.
“I’m on birth control,” I admit, lifting my hips and holding myself against his dick by pulling my legs tighter around him.
“Fuck. Are you sure?” he asks. He’s not asking if I’m sure about my form of contraception.
Am I sure about this next step?
“Yes. I want you.” My lips find his jaw, and I’m overcome by the need to sink my teeth into his skin. “Now.”
He doesn’t waste any time lining up his dick at my entrance and filling me with one thrust.
“Fuck. Yes.” The muscles in his neck strain as another orgasm builds.
He rolls us until he’s propped against the pillows, and I grind against him, my breasts bouncing as my head falls back on a moan.
“That’s it, baby. Ride my cock.”
The orgasm shimmers at the edges, my pussy tightening around his dick until he’s moaning with me.
“I-I-I’m going to come.”
“I can feel you. Come for me. Right now. Right fucking now,” he demands.
Lightning strikes of pleasure arc from where he pulses inside me and travel out into the rest of my body. By the time I come back to reality, I’m boneless against his chest, his hands drawing small patterns on my back while the beat of his heart races against my cheek.
“I should get up.”
He tightens his arms around me. “Why?”
“I need to shower. Get a change of clothes.”
“Don’t go.”
“You want to stay like this until we leave?”
He pulses his hips, and I whimper at the aftershocks his movement creates.
“What’s wrong with that? Knowing that I’m dripping down this sweet pussy? You bet your ass I want that.”
My core spasms at his words.
He moans at the sensation. “See? Perfect.”
