Page 145 of How My Neighbour Stole Christmas
I hesitate for a second, unsure of what he wants me to do, but when his fingers pinch around my nipple and my back arches, my hand falls between my legs where I rub my fingers over my arousal. Then I bring them up to his mouth and without even thinking about it, he sucks them, cleaning them off. When he’s done, he pops my fingers out of his mouth and growls.
“Fucking delicious,” he says and then lowers his head to my breasts, gripping one and lapping at the other with his tongue.
His beard rubs against my skin.
The weight of his body blankets me in warmth.
And his mouth does naughty things to my breast, building a warm sensation in the pit of my stomach, driving me to need more. So much more.
He lifts up and switches sides, and it makes me crazy with need.
His tongue flicking over my nipple. His teeth nibbling. His lips sucking.
It’s an onslaught of sensations all at the same time, creating a dull throb between my legs.
“Cole,” I say as I sift my hands through his hair. “Please.”
But he doesn’t listen, he continues to suck, to play, to pinch.
My pelvis starts to move, seeking out any type of friction, but all I’m met with is air, so I twist my lower half just enough to find his leg. I hook my heel around his calf and start rubbing myself over him.
“Fuck,” he says against my breast. “Storee, you’re so wet.”
“I told you,” I say as I continue to try seeking relief from the way he’s turned me on.
And then to my surprise, he grips my hip and pins me to the mattress, freeing me of any sort of relief.
I groan in frustration while he continues to play with my breasts.
“Cole, please,” I groan. “I don’t…I don’t want to come like this.”
“How do you want to come?” he asks.
“By your mouth.” He lifts up and grins at me before pressing a kiss to each breast, and then works his way down my stomach, kissing a path until he reaches my pubic bone.
My breath is heavy.
My stomach is hollow.
And I lift up on my elbows to watch him spread my legs, making room for his large body. He settles in, parts me with two fingers, and then to my utter satisfaction presses his tongue right against my clit.
I sigh in relief, letting my body drop back down to the mattress and allowing myself to get lost in the feel of his mouth.
“Yes,” I moan, my hips shifting, my hands finding my breasts. “You’re so good, Cole. Fuck…ahhh, yes, you’re so good.”
He smoothes one hand up my stomach and moves my grip off my breasts, playing with them instead. He takes a nipple between his fingers and starts rolling it while his tongue makes long, languid strokes across my clit.
Heat builds deep within me.
My legs tremble.
And I can feel my orgasm start to climb.
“Cole, I’m…I’m close,” I say, which makes him pick up his pace.
His tongue makes short, concise flicks over my clit, driving my need to the point that I can barely breathe.
He pinches.
