Page 146 of How My Neighbour Stole Christmas
He flicks.
And then he sucks my clit between his lips, and my back arches off the mattress as a feral cry falls out of my mouth. My orgasm races through me, numbing my limbs, and spiraling through my stomach. He allows me to move my hips, to seek out every second of the intense pleasure until I’m completely sated.
“Oh…my…God,” I say, breathless and barely able to comprehend what he just did to me in mere seconds. “Cole.” I look down at him and he’s licking his lips. Jesus. “That was…God.” I dip my head back to the pillow and I hear him shuffle around. When I glance in his direction again, he’s completely naked and gripping the base of his cock, tugging on it as he stares down at me. Wanting to return the favor, I hold out my hand to him and he takes it.
I pull him down on the bed and lay him flat on his back. With his flannel shirt still on, I move over his legs and bring my mouth to the tip of his cock.
He places one hand behind his head and brings the other to my face, gently running his thumb over my cheek. I smile up at him right before I run my tongue along the underside of his cock.
He hisses in pleasure, his eyes squeezing shut, and I wonder how long it’s been since he last had someone do this to him. I know it’s been months since he’s had sex, but this level of intimacy…when was the last time?
I bring my hand to his balls, cup them gently, and then start to roll them in my palm while I continue to let my tongue do the work, running up and down his length, playing with the sensitive part under the head, swirling around.
“Jesus,” he groans as his legs fall open more. “I want your mouth, Storee.”
I debate if I should torture him like he tortured me, but when I see precum on his tip, I decide otherwise and bring my mouth to his head. I look up at him and watch his eyes turn heavy as I take him all the way to the back of my throat.
“Fuuuuuck,” he draws out, squeezing his eyes shut. “Shit, Storee, you’re…you’re going to make me come early.”
I pop my mouth off him. “Want me to stop?”
“No,” he groans and runs his fingers through my hair, lightly encouraging me to keep going. “Just…just stop when I tell you because I want your cunt.”
A thrill shoots up my spine from the gravel in his voice and the dirtiness in his words.
I take him back into my mouth, and as I guide my lips and tongue around the head, I work the root of his cock with my hand, pumping and squeezing, attempting to edge him to the point that he needs to take control because I want him. I want him inside of me.
I want to feel his girth stretching me. I want to see his eyes when he enters me.
The thought of it makes me so excited, so turned on that I work his cock harder, faster.
He breathes heavily.
He writhes.
He grips my hair tightly.
And then…
“Fuck, okay, stop. Fucking stop.”
I remove my mouth and stare down at him.
At his twitching cock.
At his hollowed stomach.
At his hard nipples and heady eyes.
I move up his legs and right over his length.
“Protection,” he says.
“I’m on birth control and clean,” I say as I lift his cock and position it at my entrance. “You good with that?”
“Fucking great with that,” he says as I tease my clit with his head. “Wet again,” he says. “Fucking perfect.” He reaches up and takes my breastsin his hands as I slowly start to lower down on him. The pressure is too strong, and my eyes flutter closed as I take my time, attempting to relax.
“Eyes on me,” I hear him say.
