Page 52 of Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree
I barely manage to whip the T-shirt she’s wearing over her head before my lips are on her neck again, resting against the pulse that flutters rapidly at the base.
“That’s exactly what I want you to do,” she murmurs before she nips my ear.
My hips jerk involuntarily, but I leash the desire pulsing through my veins. Otherwise, this will be over before it’s fully begun. I drop my head, capturing a dusky-pink nipple and sinking my teeth into it roughly.
She cries out, threading her fingers through my hair and holding me to her so I repeat the rough caress.
“You like my teeth marking you, princess? Making you mine? I don’t need to fuck you”—I grip her ass and pull her tighter to me—“but I’m going to drive my cock so deep inside you that you won’t know where you end and I begin.”
I glide my index finger down between her breasts and over her belly button, finally coming to a stop between her thighs.
“Fuck, you’re soaked. Ready for me. You want me to take you right here?”
She nods. “Yes. Now. Please.”
“Please, huh? Please what? Please, this?” I switch from one breast to the next, swirling the stiff peak in my mouth and twisting my fingers around the now abandoned one.
Her hips buck off the counter, desire coating my finger where it circles her clit slowly.
She mewls, and I shift until I can press my finger knuckle deep into her pussy.
“Or this? Do you like my finger here and my thumb at your clit? Is this what you want?”
“No.”
“No?” I push forward with my finger and retreat, slowly at first, and gaining momentum until she’s writhing between me and the counter.
“I…want…you.” Her words are pants while her fingernails dig into the backs of my biceps.
“You have me.” I stroke my finger slowly against her to prove my point.
“Your dick.”
“Where do you want it, princess?”
“Evan.” Her whine turns to a moan when I replace my finger with my dick, pressing forward until I’m seated all the way inside her.
Her walls flutter around me, and I grip her hips. I retreat until her legs lock in place, her feet pressing against my ass to push me forward again.
Keeping one hand in place, I move my other between us, dragging my finger around her clit, reveling in the way her walls grip my dick like a vise. I don’t let up on the steady rotations, adding slight pressure every now and then to keep her orgasm building but not cresting.
“Help me,” I grind out, my own orgasm pulsing through my spine and gathering in my balls.
Her eyes flutter open.
“Touch yourself. Your breasts,” I clarify, following the movement of her hands as she brings them up to tweak her nipples, and her pussy tightens again. “Harder. Harder.”
My vision tunnels as the grip around my dick intensifies and her breathing grows more ragged. Every muscle in her legs locks around me as her orgasm hits her with full force.
“Evan. Oh god. Oh my…I love you.” Her rhythm falters as pleasure overtakes her body.
“I love you. I love you. I. love. you.” I can no longer deny the need to come, the orgasm overwhelming me in an experience guaranteed to send me into orbit while grounding me right here. Right now. With Lilah.
She is my center.
When I come back to earth, her nails scratch lightly along my back and her lips are pressed against the pulse point in my throat.
“Happy New Year, baby,” she whispers to me.
