Page 64 of Five Days of Christmas Spice

Heat spreads through my body, hot, prickly sensations swirl through at every lap of his tongue. I reach for him because I want to touch him. I want to be as close to him as I can now. I want him to stop because the heat and the sensations are making me wild.

“Noel!” I feel like I’m going to shatter.

He switches sides. His mouth is fused over my nipple, flares of desire coursing through my veins.

He switches sides, and I tug on my pants, trying to get them off.

Noel laughs, and with his nipple in my mouth, the sound vibrates through my body. “Impatient are we?”

“Yes!”

“But I want to take my time with you, Holly.” Noel stands and smiles at me. I clutch the sheets in my palms.

He opens the nightstand drawer and pulls out two long lengths of silky rope and a new vibrator in a package.

“You really do have elves that help you.”

Noel laughs. “I pay those elves very well. Tell me that you want me to tie you up.”

My mouth grows dry in anticipation. “I want you to tie me up, Noel. Please.”

“Good girl.”

He takes my arm, stretching it out across the bed, then makes a loop in the rope, forming a bracelet. He slips this over my hand and ties it off to one of the hooks on the side of the headboard.

The rope is soft against my skin.

I flex my fingers, testing it out. If I had to, I could get out of the bracelet.

“How does that feel?”

“Good. You could make it tighter.”

“Excellent.” Noel adjusts the slack on the rope. It’s tight as I pull on it, and I won’t get out of it easily.

He ties my foot to the hard point at the bottom of the bed and repeats the tying on the other side.

“Very pretty.” He stands between my spread and bound legs, staring right between my thighs.

My belly tightens, and my body tenses, craving his touch.

And he gives it to me, his firm fingers press on my inner thighs. Flashing me a grin, his mouth is on my pussy, his tongue stabbing my clit.

Oh.

The wall of need breaks open so fast that I am gasping for breath. Intense bliss heats every single one of my nerve endings to a blazing orgasm point.

“Noel!” I scream his name.

“That’s one.”

But his fingers don’t let up, right through the aftershocks. My head is swimming. I feel flung from my body in a whirlwind of pleasure.

His thumb presses down roughly on my clit.

“Give me more, Holly.”

As if his voice was a leash to my pussy, it contracts almost to the point of pain. I shriek out gibberish, sweat breaking on my neck.

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