Heat spiked through my core. Fuck, I loved that. Avery pleading for my mouth—my tongue. I nipped the inside of her thigh and licked the length of her in a long swipe of my tongue. She was every bit as sweet as I had imagined, and I moaned in pleasure, flattening my tongue against her clit and sucking her into my mouth.
She bucked, her lower back arching off the bed. My cock was steel, pressing painfully into the bedspread, but I didn’t care. Here, in this moment, I could die a happy man. Her scent, her noises, and fuck me, that taste—I was obsessed with every inch of her. I needed to drink her orgasm. Satiate her until she melted into me and only then could I drive my cock inside of her.
Just the thought of her coming on my tongue made my dick jolt and my balls tighten.
I drove one finger deep into her wet heat and circled every inch of her pussy with my tongue. Her hands dove into my hair, fingernails scratching and pulling as she cried out, shamelessly churning her hips against my face.
I glanced up from between her legs, still flicking my tongue over her slick clit, and saw the moment she climaxed. The way her beautifully pouty lips parted. Her eyes clenched shut. Her shaking legs clamped around my face, her breasts bouncing as she trembled, crying out in the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard.
When she finished, she pushed onto her elbows as I crawled up to bury my face in her neck. She rolled on top of me, pinning me with her legs and a mischievous smile curving her lips. “What’s this I hear about a non-expired condom?”
Chapter 13
Avery
This was so unlike me. I wasn’t the girl who jumped into bed with my boss after only two days of knowing him. I was the girl who was set up on a blind date, suffered through six more boring dates listening to him discuss tax write-offs before finally having sex and, even though I had only mediocre feelings for the guy, continued dating him because I was too insecure to end it.
But this? This was unlike any sex I’d had in my life. There was nothing mundane or perfunctory about Chris. He was passion and chemistry personified.
His eyes dipped, skimming down my breasts in a leisurely seductive caress, and my nipples tightened with the attention. God, it turned me on, the way he looked at me like I was the reason for his lust. Like somehow mousy, loud-mouth, Christmas-obsessed Avery Pinkerton had caused his insatiable need.
I wanted to study that look he gave me… memorize it forever and imprint the feeling on my heart for the future. I wanted to feel this way again and again. And I wanted to feel it with Chris.
I ran my fingers down my body between my breasts, giving him a show, and his eyes flared as I reached my pussy. I circled my clit, hot and firm, ready for more.
Yes. Unabashed pleasure. That was what tonight was about, and that’s how it should stay. Chris wasn’t the bad guy I thought he was when he first came to town… but he also wasn’t long-term material. He was the man who dated supermodels, literally. He owned property all over the world and wore cashmere suits. Men like that didn’t date women like me.
But tonight? Tonight was about this…
Once more, I wrapped my hand around him. Without waiting for a reaction, I gave a swift stroke up his length. He was thick and heavy in my hand. From where I sat above him, straddling his hips, I watched as his pupils dilated, flaring with desire and a breath hissed through his clenched teeth.
“Unless you want that condom to be a moot point, I suggest you stop that now,” he grunted.
I grinned, way too pleased with myself at his admission, but the moment was lost as he flipped me onto my back again. Then, he was on his feet, rifling through his nightstand, producing a condom from the drawer. In seconds, he had it torn open and was rolling it on.
The bed dipped as he crawled over top of me once more, his knees nudging my thighs open so that he settled his thick erection at the apex of my thighs.
There wasn’t anything in this world I wanted as much as I wanted Chris. He paused, the head of his cock nestled between my slick folds, and he lowered his mouth to gently nip my bottom lip.
I bucked against him, urging him inside me, but he countered my movement, sliding back slightly. I groaned, fisting my hand against the comforter impatiently. How was he doing this? How was he going so slowly? The anticipation, the eagerness had me wiggling with the restless energy between us.
“Chris.” His name was my plea… the only begging I could manage in the moment.
With a slow, sensuous flick of his hips, he nudged inside of me. It was gentle and controlled in a way that I never would have expected from him. Slowly, he glided inside, stretching me with each delicious inch until he completely filled me with his thick girth. He paused and dipped his mouth to kiss me deeply.
I gripped his shoulders and allowed my hands to slide down his back, exploring the rippled sinews, tensed, holding his body weight above me.
With a growl and a flex of his hips, he withdrew every inch and then pushed back in again at a measured pace. His strokes were deep and slow. I was so wet with desire that when I dared to glance down between our bodies, I could see my glistening wetness coating his shaft.
A breath caught in my chest at the sight. Sexy. Slick. Chris and me… me and Chris. The thought swarmed in my mind, buzzing like a hive of bees. This didn’t feel like a fast fuck… it didn’t feel like the one-night stand I thought it would be. It wasn’t hurried and impatient like so many other men I’d been with.
He reached down between us and caught my clit between two fingers. In quick movements, he stroked me, vibrating his touch against my hot button of need and manipulating my arousal with every sensitive stroke of his cock and flick of his fingers.
I gave in completely, melting into the bed beneath me as his broad, steadfast strokes quickened both in pace and strength. The urgency increased, fast and hard as his fingers worked me to the brink of orgasm.
I shattered beneath him, my entire body convulsing with uncontrollable spasms. My hands gripped his back muscles. As I dragged my fingernails across his skin in sharp lines of pain, his muscles bunched under my touch. With a groan and a final thrust, his body shuddered, pulsing thick spurts inside of me.
We both sighed as the rolling waves of pleasure subsided. But always full of surprises, Chris didn’t immediately crawl off of me to go clean up. And he didn’t roll over and fall asleep immediately. He stayed inside of me, pressing soft kisses to my jaw, neck, and lips.
Bending, his teeth caught my ear with a quick, sharp nibble. “You’ve ruined hot chocolate for me,” he whispered. “I’ll never not think about the taste of hot chocolate clinging to your gorgeous lips.”
My heart kicked in my chest. He paused, seeming to await my response… but I had nothing to say. Because the truth was, I may have ruined hot chocolate for him… but he had ruined everything for me.
At some point, Chris interrupted our cuddling to open the bedroom door and let Kringle in. Chris snuggled back in beside me, trailing his fingers up and down my body in soft, gentle lines as Kringle curled into a ball at our feet.
“Have you always loved Christmas this much?” he asked.
It was a question I should have seen coming. One that most people asked me, eventually. And yet, it caught me completely by surprise coming from Chris.