Page 52 of The Grumpiest Elf

Lydia

My words actlike a trigger release. Dylan surges under me, flipping us over so I’m flat on my back, and I have to stifle a whoop of surprise.

“What happened to me on top so I don’t have sex hair?” I ask, breathless.

He stands and shrugs, pulling open the top drawer of his dresser to get the aforementioned condoms, tossing two on the bed next to me, then unbuttoning his jeans and leaning down to kiss my belly. “Had to get the condoms and get my pants off. Don’t worry. You can still be on top.” His eyes darken as he looks me over. “I’m looking forward to you riding me.”

His low, sexy voice makes me shiver with anticipation, and when his fingers deftly undo my pants, slipping inside to caress my hip, I clutch at the blankets, not sure what to do with myself. Should I claw my own clothes off? Wait for him to do the honors? Stand and help him off with his pants and let him help me off with mine?

Before I can decide, he straightens and shoves his pants over his hips, leaving him in gray boxer briefs, tented sharply by his hard cock.

My mouth waters at the sight, and I sit up, reaching for him. He steps closer, his breath stuttering as I trail my fingers over his flat belly, hooking them in the waistband of his shorts. When I glance up at his face, his eyes are heavy lidded and focused on what I’m doing to him.

Smiling at how obviously into this he is, I tug his underwear down enough to reveal the top of the thatch of pubic hair at the end of his happy trail, then pull the elastic waist out enough to clear his dick.

Reaching behind him, he shoves them down over his ass, helping me get them off, and then he’s standing before me in all his naked glory, his fair skin paler at the tops of his thighs where it never sees the sun, but dark and ruddy over the thick erection jutting out toward me.

Neither of us move for a moment, then he breathes, “God, I need you to touch me.”

So I do. Leaving one hand on his hip, I curl the other around his dick, giving it a squeeze and dragging it up and down his length.

His breath hisses out between clenched teeth, and he lets his head fall back. “Fuck, Lydia.”

Grinning at his reaction to me, at the fact thatIhave the ability to make him feel this way, and elated with the power of it, I pump my hand again, bringing my lips close to him, inhaling the scent of his body wash mixing with a musky scent all his own. I drag my parted lips up his shaft, and he positively trembles when I plant a soft kiss on the crown.

His eyes slit open. “Please.” The single word is little more than a whisper, and while I might not have vast amounts of experience, I think even a virgin would know what he’s asking for.

Parting my lips, I take the head of his dick into my mouth, still pumping slowly with my hand, laving the head with my tongue before giving the whole thing a suck and pulling off.

He groans, and the combination of all of this is turning me on, my nipples hard little points in my bra, and I desperately want someone to touch me between my legs—him or me, I’m not that picky at this point.

“Jesus,” he breathes when I suck him in again, bobbing my head a few times before pulling off once more.

He curses, but grasps my wrist and pulls away from my touch, his chest heaving like he’s run a mile. He uses his hold on my wrist to pull me to my feet, and he’s kissing me, crushing me against him as he releases my arm, his hands moving behind me, then my bra loosens and he’s trying to shove my pants off.

Laughing, I have to step away. He didn’t get the zipper all the way down when he undid my pants earlier, and they won’t come off easily until that’s taken care of.

He gives me a crooked grin as I resolve the problem, tugging the straps of my bra down my arms after I shove my pants and underwear over my hips. Stepping out of my clothes, I meet his gaze as he pauses to take me in. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he murmurs, closing the space between us once more, his hand cupping my cheek to tilt my face up for another kiss.

This one doesn’t last long before he’s once again kissing his way down my body, but this time he doesn’t stop at my upper chest, instead bending to tongue each of my nipples as a short pause on his trip south until he’s kneeling before me, giving me an open-mouthed kiss on the skin below my belly button, just over my neatly trimmed bikini area.

“I’m dying to taste your pussy,” he confesses, looking up at me. “Do you want to stay on your feet or lean back on the bed?”

God, just thinking about it has my knees going weak, and I collapse onto the bed as an answer.

With a low chuckle, he adjusts my legs, opening me up so he can have his way with me. I push away the fleeting shyness that tries to intrude—he’s only the second guy to ever do this to me, and it’s been a while. I wasn’t planning on this happening tonight.

He kisses his way up my inner thigh, pressing it farther to the side as he does so, and I lean back on my elbows, planting my other foot on the edge of the bed, leaving me open and ready for whatever he wants to do to me.

Once he reaches the top of my thigh, he pauses and meets my eyes, petting the outer labia of my pussy with his fingers. “Ready?” he asks.

It’s my turn to take shuddering breaths in anticipation, and I nod. “Yes.”

That’s all the encouragement he needs, but even so, he starts off slowly, holding me open and licking me from opening to clit with the flat of his tongue. He gives a satisfied rumble and does it again, licking me slowly, steadily, deliberately. His licks grow shorter, more focused toward my clit as a finger swirls around my opening in slow circles, each one growing smaller until the finger slips inside me.

For someone who said no one would notice us gone if we don’t take too long, he’s sure taking his sweet time eating me out. But I’m not complaining.

His finger inside me feels good, finding a spot that has me gasping. He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I have to clamp a hand over my mouth to muffle the short scream of surprised pleasure. Another finger joins the first, and sweet baby Jesus, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good before. My self-induced orgasms feel nice, don’t get me wrong, but they’re a little more perfunctory and down to business, none of this slow build, play and experiment that Dylan’s doing. And my high school boyfriend wasn’t as concerned as all that about doing a good job when he decided to go down on me.

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