Page 60 of A Very Naughty Christmas

“I want your cock,” she replied, with only a slight degree more volume, not believing she had said it out loud. Her body, not her brain, was making the decisions right now, and it wanted him moving deep and hard inside her. Without her brain’s approval, she heard her mouth repeating her demand again. “I want to come with your cock inside me.”

He groaned a barely intelligible, “Fuck me,” before clearing his throat and ordering huskily, “Then be my good girl and leave these hands here. Don’t move them until I say so.”

“Okay—” Her reply was muffled as he kissed her fiercely again. Then, he was up on his knees above her, pulling his shirt over his head. His powerful chest was revealed, and his sexy flat abs. He was as gorgeous as she always knew he would be. Her fingers twitched and crept to the edge of the pillow, wanting to touch all that masculine beauty, so badly.

“Uh, uh,” he warned, moving her hands back in place. “Clasp them together, or grip the pillow tight, but keep them where they are.”

“Do you know how you much you’re tormenting me?” she asked as she fisted her hands, gripping the linen with her nails.

He didn’t grin or tease this time, simply nodded his head, which sent a swath of glossy sandy hair falling across his forehead. It was all she could do not to reach up and brush it back.

“I do, because my dick is hard enough to drive nails into a steel beam and the ache tobe inside of you is unbearable. One day soon, I’ll let you play all you want—not tonight.” His lips brushed hers, then along her chin and slowly down the side of her neck, lingering at the pulse point. It felt wonderful and a low keening wail escaped her throat as he bent to her breast and latched onto a pebbled tip, sucking gently.

“Kyle, please,” she pleaded breathlessly. “Come inside me and ease this torment for both of us.”

“Patience, baby, I need to taste you a bit more.”

His mouth moved to her other nipple and drew it in as his hand trailed down her belly to the small patch of curls on her mound. Neatly trimmed in front because she didn’t like totally bare, or the retro seventies look—uh, no!—she kept the lips and inner folds clean-shaven. She wasn’t sure why she did all that work when she hadn’t had a lover in a long time, but right now, she was darn glad she’d kept it up.

He paused to play, combing his fingers through the springy curls as he blew a stream of air over her mound, ruffling the coppery coils before he moved down between her legs.

“Mm, I like the softness up top and between being as smooth as satin,” he uttered as his fingers stroked her intimately. “And you’re very wet. I’ve got to taste you now, darlin’.”

He slid his thumbs through her slickness and bared her clit, blowing lightly again.

“Yes, please,” she groaned, arching her hips toward his mouth.

With infinite slowness, his tongue circled her there for only a moment, before gliding down to test her wetness. His fingers circled her opening, then one pressed inward, stretching her neglected channel that hadn’t known a human touch other than her own for many, many months. The vibrator in her nightstand drawer didn’t count, nor should it. Kyle touching, licking, and driving her mad with pleasure was infinitely better, and she quickly felt the pressure of an orgasm begin to build inside her.

When he added a second finger and moved deeper, his tongue re-engaged her clit, flicking over it fast, then ringing it slowly, before he sucked it between his lips. She couldn’t remain still anymore and clutched at his hair, pulling him in closer.

“Dixie.” Her name reverberating along her sensitized skin made her moan. “Where are your hands supposed to be?”

She growled with frustration, as she lifted them and this time tucked them under the pillow.

“Move them again, and you’ll earn yourself a spanking.”

Was he serious? Wide-eyed, she watched as his head came up, hovering over her spread thighs and splayed pussy, his lips glistening in the candlelight.

Then, as if she’d said the words aloud, he added, “I’m absolutely serious, sweet thing.”

Staring at her, he said nothing until she laced her fingers together for good measure.He winked at her, murmuring, “Good girl,” as he went on with his tasting. How he knew what she had done when he couldn’t see, she wasn’t sure, but she didn’t care, not now. His talented tongue and sensual touch were all in the world that mattered.

When she was close again, he lifted his head. “Because you have some trouble following the rules, you’ll come once with my fingers before you get my cock.”

She grinned. “Is that supposed to be my punishment?”

“Yes.”

“All right,” she said in full agreement.

He chuckled as he added a third finger and began to finger fuck her faster, gliding deeply in and out, her inner muscles clinging to him as he withdrew almost fully, her body not wanting to let him go.

“Spread wide for me. I want to watch as you come.”

Her cheeks flushed at his bluntness, yet she did as she was told. With her outer thighs resting on the mattress and the soles of her feet touching, his avid gaze locked onto the intensely private space between her legs. He spread her further apart with one hand while his fingers pumped, twisted, and worked relentlessly. She couldn’t hold off any longer, succumbing to the need he’d built inside her. She convulsed around him, her pelvis arched, and her ass came off the bed. Her breath caught in her throat and she trembled, coming hard.

As she began to float in the delicious languor in the aftermath, she heard him murmur, “fucking beautiful,” right as he lowered his mouth over her weeping center and tasted her as he’d promised to do. His tongue delving inside almost scalded her with its heat, or perhaps it was the burning ache of anticipation, the teasing, the dozen years of fantasies that made her think so.

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