Page 139 of How My Neighbour Stole Christmas
Wanting desperately for so much more, I reach behind her and let my hand wander over the clasp of her bra. I hover for a moment, giving her a second to stop me, and when she doesn’t, I snap the clasp open and the fabric loosens, the straps falling down her arms.
Her mouth parts from mine for a moment, and then she slowly lifts up and lets her bra fall down her arms completely, revealing her breasts.
Fuck.
Me.
I wet my lips as I take her in.
Round globes with dusty-pink nipples, pert and hard, ready for my fingers. Jesus Christ.
“You’re fucking beautiful, Storee,” I say as I guide her onto her back and lie on top of her, wanting to take charge now.
Needing to.
Keeping my weight off her but rather letting myself hover over her as I lower my head to her neck, I press light kisses along her sensitive skin, focusing just below her ear where I feel goose bumps spread across her skin, then to her shoulder, across her collarbone and then lower until I reach her breast. I nip at the supple flesh, dragging my beard across her nipple and loving the way her back arches when I do.
“Yes, Cole,” she says quietly while I drag my tongue over her breast and around her nipple, never directly on the nub. “Please,” she says as her hips seek friction.
But I don’t give her what she wants, not yet. Instead, I move down her stomach with my lips, my tongue…my teeth, nipping and kissing until I reach her pants. I glance up at her and when she wets her lips with the tip of her tongue, I know she’s giving me the okay. So I pull on her leggings, dragging them all the way off her, along with her socks, leaving her in only her thong.
I run my hands back up her legs, across her thighs and under the thin strap around her waistline, letting my thumbs drag over her pubic bone, while I bring my mouth back to her stomach. She writhes beneath me, equally loving and hating the torture and letting me know with the push and pull of her hands. Keeping her at bay, I play with her skin, running my tongue around her belly button, close to the waistline of her thong, and then back around her belly button.
Her legs try to spread beneath me, but I hold her in place.
She tries to encourage me to move farther south, but I remain where I am, never pushing her thong all the way down her legs—just teasing.
Bringing her to the point of begging as her chest heaves and her hands tug on my hair.
I fucking love it.
I continue to run circles over her skin with my tongue, and when I feel like she’s primed and ready, I bring my mouth back up to her breasts where I start to suck.
But not for long because her hands fall to the waistband of my pants, unbuttoning them and using her feet to push them down my legs. I take a second to remove them along with my socks and then kneel in front of her. Her eyes immediately fall to the bulge in my briefs. Her tongue peeks out, her legs spread, giving me the go-ahead.
Fuck.
I lower back down to her, but this time, I press the ridge of my cock right between her legs.
“Yes,” she cries out, and then to my surprise, she pushes at my chest to flip me to my back. I allow her to take charge for a moment as she glides her center right over my bulge. “Fuck, you’re huge.”
Stupid pride surges through me as I grip her breasts in my palms, lightly squeezing as she moves over me, using me to seek out her own pleasure.
And she does.
She rolls her hips.
She undulates on top of me.
She grinds against my cock for her personal need, and I can’t get enough of it.
Of how her hands explore her own body, running over her chest, through her hair.
How her mouth opens in shock with every pass of her hips.
And how her beautiful tits bounce along with her movements.
“Mm, this feels too good,” she says as her head bows and her hips move faster.
