Page 163 of Merry Christmas, You Filthy Animal
Then he reaches over his head and tugs his sweater off, giving me the view that I want, his expansive, well-toned chest, a view that will never grow old... ever.
He grips the back of my head and pulls me against his body only to claim me with his mouth, kissing me with force andpossession, his fingers digging into my scalp as his mouth parts, allowing his tongue to dive against mine.
I moan against him, falling deeper into the feel of him as he cloaks me with his body, bringing me in close so our skin is touching. When his mouth leaves mine, he trails his lips along my jaw and down my neck.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he says as his hands move to my bra straps. “I fucking need you.” He unclasps my bra, and then slowly slides the straps down my shoulders and pulls the fabric off. Then he lays me down on the counter, the cold surface shocking me for a moment, but he doesn’t give me time to adjust as he licks his way around my breasts, lapping at my nipples and then sucking them in between his lips.
“God, yes,” I say as I squirm beneath him. “I love how you play with me.”
His teeth lightly nibble on my nipple, tugging ever so gently, just enough to elicit a yelp from me. He pulls up, worried. “Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head and pull him back down,showinghim I want more, and he does just that. He squeezes my breasts, playing with them, tweaking them, licking and sucking until I can feel my arousal start to grow wetter and wetter, my need for friction increasing. Something to ease the buildup of tension that’s forming between my legs.
“Fuck me,” I say. “Make me come.”
“Not yet,” he says and then reaches above me and grabs the box of chocolate-covered cherries.
With one hand and his mouth, he opens the box, while the other hand pulls down my G-string and tosses it to the floor.
He rips open the box, pulls back the cellophane, and then plucks a cherry out. Turned on and wondering what he’s going to do, I spread my legs for him, which makes him smile.
“That’s it, Betty. Keep them spread.”
And then to my surprise, he bites off the bottom of one of the chocolates and tips it over, letting the cherry syrup land right above my pubic bone.
“Oh God,” I say as he does the same to another cherry, but this time, he moves it lower, right on top of my pussy. He wets his lips with his tongue, his eyes growing heady as he stares at my spread legs.
Grabbing one more cherry, he tears off the bottom and lets the juice fall all over my arousal before bringing the cherry and chocolate up to my mouth where he feeds it to me. I let my lips linger on his finger, pulling and licking him clean, which only makes him crazier.
Leaning back, staring at the cherry syrup and me, he undoes his pants and pushes them down along with his briefs, freeing himself before he starts stroking his length.
I’m about to ask him what he’s doing, but then he lowers his large body between my legs, still gripping his cock and stroking, and he juts out his tongue, licking the syrup off my pubic bone.
“Yes,” I cry out, bringing my hands to my breasts, where I start playing with my nipples. I catch him looking at me as his tongue glides just below my belly button.
“That’s it, Betty. Play with your tits.” Then he kisses along my inner thigh, across my stomach, and to my other thigh, while I flick my nipples, making them into hard pebbles.
After a few seconds of him teasing and driving me mad with need, he releases his cock and parts me before bringing his mouth to my center. His tongue peeks out, and he laps up the syrup, causing me to cry out.
“Fucking delicious,” he says and then continues to lick, flattening his tongue and lapping at my clit, cleaning every last drop of the syrup off me. “Jesus, I want you for dessert every goddamn day.”
He spreads me even farther and rapidly strokes his tongue over my clit, over and over again, building up my pleasure and forcing all my muscles to contract.
He grabs another cordial cherry, holds it between his lips, and rubs it over my slit, running it up and down, across my clit, only to lift up and snatch it in his mouth.
His eyes on me, he says, “So fucking good.” Then he bends down and licks me clean, playing with me, teasing me, refusing to give me the release I need.
“Please,” I beg. “More.”
He parts me with his fingers and drives his tongue against my clit with long slow strokes, making my chest arch off the counter, my heart beating rapidly, as my muscles start to tingle. But I need it faster. I want to feel him inside me. I want... I want so much more.
He lifts up and grabs another cherry. This time, he runs it across my stomach, up and over my breasts, and then holds it above my mouth. He nods at me, indicating he wants me to part my lips, so I do, and he crushes the tip of the cherry with his lips, causing the syrup to dribble into my mouth. He quickly swallows and then claims my lips, the cherry flavoring mixing between us while he kicks off his pants and briefs.
My tongue swipes against his, and he grunts as he gets up on the counter as well, straddles my body, and then, to my utter shock, turns around so his erection is right at my face. His head buries between my legs. His tongue fires off over my clit, heightening my arousal once more.
So I take that moment to grip his cock and bring it to my mouth, swirling my tongue over the head.
“Fuck,” he breathes out, tensing over me.
