Page 101 of Silver Fox's Christmas Scandal
“I thought I’d lost you,” he said hoarsely, kissing the swell of one breast, then the other. “Every day without this, without you, I felt empty.”
“You have me,” I whispered, arching when his lips closed around my nipple. “You’ll always have me.”
His tongue circled and teased until heat pooled low in my belly. I clutched at his hair, urging him lower. He didn’t resist. His kisses trailed over my stomach reverently, until he settled between my thighs.
The first stroke of his tongue against my slick folds sent a cry tearing from my throat.
“Oh, Luci!”
He groaned into me, vibrating through my core. His hands pinned my hips to the bed as he devoured me, savoring every gasp and tremor, then moved faster, hungrier, until I was writhing against his mouth.
“Look at me,” he demanded, lifting his head just enough for our eyes to lock. His lips glistened with me. “I need to see you fall apart.”
I couldn’t deny him. My thighs shook as he sucked my clit into his mouth relentlessly. The pressure built too quickly, and I shattered for him, crying his name as my release ripped through me.
My body lurched off the bed but he didn’t stop. He licked me through it, easing the tremors, then pressed two fingers inside me.
My body clenched around him, still sensitive, but he crooked them just right, hitting a spot that had me gasping.
“You’re so perfect,” he murmured against my skin. “So beautiful when you come for me."
His thumb found my clit while his fingers thrust deep, and I arched helplessly. The intensity continued as his mouth found mine. He kept me there on the edge, teetering between another release and relaxation.
“I love you,” I panted. “God, I love you.”
“Say it again.”
“I love you…” I whispered, aware that he was shifting, moving over me as I spread myself for him.
His hand guided himself to my entrance, and with one long thrust he filled me completely.
The stretch was exquisite, stealing my breath. He stilled, forehead pressed to mine, shaking with restraint.
“God, you feel like heaven,” he whispered. “I’ve dreamed of this.”
“Don’t stop,” I begged, lifting my hips to meet him, chasing the delicious friction.
He braced himself on his elbows on either side of my shoulders while his tongue tangled with mine again. I tasted myself until he pulled back.
“You’re mine,” he said against my mouth. “Do you hear me? Nothing will ever take you from me again.”
“I’m yours,” I vowed, clinging to him. “Always.”
The pace quickened, his thrusts more urgent, the sound of our bodies meeting filling the room.
My earlier release left me trembling and raw, but I reveled in the way he lost himself in me, every motion a declaration of love and possession.
His pace deepened and quickened, every thrust dragging me closer to another breaking point. I held him tighter, my body alive under his, every nerve strung taut.
He angled himself and drove into me with a precision that made me cry out. His hand slipped between us, his thumb pressing down on my clit in steady rhythm with his thrusts. The dual assault built a pressure I couldn’t resist.
“Come for me again,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I want to feel you.”
Heat surged through me until control slipped away.
My climax ripped free, tearing through me in waves so strong I screamed his name.
My nails dug into his back as my body clamped down around him, milking him with each convulsion.
