Page 41 of Home for the Holidays

Finally, she gets the material off her hips, then steps away. She’s fully nude in front of me, her glorious curves and rolls on display, and my cock twitches. I stroke myself slowly to take the edge off.

Rachel looks up at me from beneath her lashes, her face pink. “So…”

Stepping forward, I crush my mouth to hers, trying to wordlessly show her all the ways I want this. I’m in this.

Backing her slowly toward the bed, I twist so I land on my back, then pull her on top of me. She straddles me, her knees keeping her weight off of me.

Yanking her down, I pull her onto my lap until her wet, hot core rests against my bare cock. She lifts up and rolls her hips before sinking down against me.

I pant against her mouth. She’s going to drive me insane.

Rachel breaks the kiss, breathing hard. I run my hand through her hair. It was curled earlier, but now it’s mostly straight again, soft and shiny from the product in it.

Burying her face in my neck, her teeth graze my skin, and my cock jerks against her.

So she does it again, the little minx.

She sucks on the sensitive spot beneath my jaw, blooming a mark there. And then she kisses her way down my neck, sucking on the hollow of my throat. Her hands touch me everywhere her mouth isn’t, stroking my pecs, dancing in the divots between my abs.

As much as I’m in a hurry, she’s not. So I’m going to let her have her moment.

She kisses and sucks her way down my chest. Her thumb brushes my nipple and I jerk. I feel her smile against my abs before she licks the groove of them. Each and every one, she studies carefully, almost as if she’s cataloging what makes me groan and pant and jerk.

Then again, she is a scientist. It wouldn’t surprise me in the slightest if she treats this as another experiment.

She kisses my pelvis, then the line where my thigh meets my groin. She drags her nose along my cock, inhaling deeply.

“Rach…”

Slowly, so fucking slowly, she wraps her hand around my aching shaft and gives me a loose stroke. Her eyes flick up to mine, molten honey.

“Yes?” she asks, like she has no fucking clue how crazy she’s driving me. Her tongue darts out to lick her lips. The sensation of her hot breath on the tip of my dick sends a burst of pre-cum from me.

“Please.” My voice breaks.

Her grip tightens on me. It’s still not enough.

“Please what?” That innocent smile on her lips taunts me. She licks at the dribble of pre-cum rolling down my length with the tip of her tongue, barely touching me.

“Please suck my dick.” I gasp out the words. “Please, please, pl⁠—”

Squeezing the base of my cock, she sucks the head of it into her mouth, and my groan rattles through me.

She smirks around me. Her eyes are so fucking expressive. She’s enjoying bringing me to my knees.

The hot heat of her mouth engulfs me, her tongue swirling around the head. Her hand strokes the part of me that won’t fit, her grip firm and sure. With her other hand, she reaches between my legs and cups my balls, rolling them in her palm.

My cock jerks in her mouth. Rachel snuffs out a sound that might be amusement before she refocuses her attention on my cock, bobbing her head, sucking on the upstroke.

“Babe…” I’m a prime athlete in peak condition, but the way she makes me feel, I’m breathing hard like I’ve never run a hundred yards before.

Running a hand through her hair, I hold her close, giving her room to pull back if she needs it. My thumb strokes over her hollowed cheek as she sucks on the tip of my dick.

“You look so fucking pretty, my cock in your mouth,” I tell her. “You’re doing so good.”

She lets out a soft pant, her eyes dark and locked on mine.

“You’re taking me so well. It’s like you were made to suck my cock.” The words pour out of me. “Look at you. Are you wet, baby? Do you like this?”