Page 12 of Naughty All the Way

Her mouth hooks up in a grin. “I do love consent culture.”

I stare intently at her. “Is that a yes, Kayla?”

She nods, her hands flexing. “That’s a yes, Gabriel.”

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KAYLA

Eyes darkening even more than before, he descends. “Fucking redheads,” he murmurs, then laps my pussy.

Desire surges inside of me, and I tilt my hips up as his tongue swirls up to my clit and around, giving me the pressure I need.

“Good boy,” I moan, shoving my hand into his silky hair and grabbing on. “Sucha good boy.”

He hums against my center and intensifies his efforts. In this moment, I can’t remember if anyone’s mouth has ever been this good. I don’t think so. Certainly no one has told me I needed them to eat my pussy. But now he has, and I don’t know if it was his mouth or his eyes or what, but it’s as though something in my very soul recognizes something in his, and is stretching to reach it.

Gabriel thrusts a finger inside, then two. “You taste so good, Kayla,” he says. “So fucking good. I want more of you. So much more. Give in to me.”

“Take it,” I say, writhing beneath him. “Please.” I’m desperate to give him what he wants and I never want the pleasure of his mouth to end. Another moan of ecstasy escapes me, and he looks up to meet my eyes.

“There you go,” he croons. “Don’t you want to come for me? I bet you do.”

A whimperedyesescapes my lips as he circles his tongue around my clit again, holding my gaze. He seems to know I want the show and has no problem giving it to me.

He lavishes me with his tongue, feasting on me as if I am the last meal he’ll receive. He wraps his free arm around my thigh and yanks it against his head, and I follow his meaning, clamping my other thigh to his ear.

“Perfect,” he mutters as he bears down.

Bliss. Absolute bliss. I give myself over, releasing the final shred of control I was holding onto, and fall into the abyss of pleasure his mouth is delivering. Sweet sparks of intensity begin to coil inside of me, and my hips swirl.

“There you go,” he says. “Fuck my face, Kayla. Fuck it good and hard.”

“My god, your mouth,” I moan, my body racing to the edge.

He hooks his fingers inside me and sucks my clit, and I explode, keening as I come, legs shaking, my inner muscles pulsing intensely against his fingers. I moan, the pleasure still ricocheting through my body.

He doesn’t stop, keeping his mouth against me as he takes me through the orgasm, easing up only when my body relaxes into the mattress. Slowly, he removes his hand and places a kiss on my pelvis.

I was right, I think almost deliriously.Merry Christmas to me.

He crawls up to cradle my head between his arms, settling his hips between my legs as his maple honey eyes study me. “You coming might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he says.

I pull him closer, kissing him and forcing his lips open to taste myself on him. He groans, and put everything into the kiss, losing myself to the moment, the night. We’re existing in a bubble outside of normal time, and whatever this is, I plan to wring every bit of joy and pleasure out of it that I can.

Hooking my leg around his, I push up and sideways. He goes with me, turning us so that he’s on his back and I’m on top. I raise up, my pussy pressed against his cock through the velvet, and we let our eyes get their fill.

He’s still got the red velvet bow tie on, and it sends a shiver of thrill through me. The glow of the lamp outlines the side of his chest and abs, and even lying down, his muscles are defined. I run my palms over him as his hands, large and obviously talented, rest on my thighs.

“Gabriel.”

His gaze is hooded, sexy. “Kayla.”

“Tell me about yourself.”

He barks out a surprised laugh. “Really? Now?”

I wiggle my hips, feeling the length of him beneath me and delighting in the way his eyes heat at the motion. “Yes, really. Now.”

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