Page 45 of The Bright Side of Christmas
“Whatever you just did! I don’t know, Adam. Just make me feel good. Whatever you wanted to do before, do that. Whatever you want, Adam.”
He shakes his head, and I groan with frustration.
“Mmm, not this time.” His words feel like a threat and a promise, and I tighten, something that he must see if the deep groan he lets out means anything. “I told you, Wren. You don’t ask for what you want enough. So I’m making it my mission that you learn to demand what you want.” He moves his thumb, grazing along my clit, and I gasp at the graze. “Starting here and now.”
“Adam,” I whisper.
“Fuck,” he groans, and I wonder if that’s his resolve cracking. “Fuck, if my name on your lips like that doesn’t make me want to throw this fucking plan out the window.” The tip of his thumb moves down, barely entering me, and I nod fervently.
“Yes, yes.”
But then his eyes shift from my entrance to my face, and an amused grin spreads over his lips.
“Tell me. Tell me what you want.”
He purses his lips and blows cool air along my wet cunt, and I cry out. I’m so turned on, more turned on than I’ve ever been in my entire life, and this man has barely even touched me.
“Adam!”
“Tell me what you want, Wren,” he demands through gritted teeth as if this is paining him just as much.
“I don’t care?—”
He cuts me off, his gaze leaving my center to stare at me, eyes suddenly fierce and serious.
“Don’t play that game with me. With everyone else, you can tell them you don’t care or that you don’t know. But not with me. You demand what you want when you’re with me, Wren.”
His words move through me, searing and sending sparks of need through me, and I realize that I’m not getting anything if I don’t ask for it. He wants me to feel this pleasure, to be the one to give it to me, and I realize in some strange way, he’s going to get satisfaction out of me getting that. It appeases the version ofme that hates feeling selfish, that is uncomfortable with putting my own wants and needs first.
I take a deep, unsteady breath, then hold his gaze when I finally speak. “Finger me.”
He groans loudly, like the two words bring him both immense pleasure and pain, but he obliges all the same. Adam slides two thick fingers into me, stretching me as they fill me. I lean back a bit on my hands that are planted on the counter, staring down at my body to watch where his fingers are disappearing into me.
“Oh god,” I groan, tightening not just at the fullness or the immediate pleasure it gives me, but the visual of him. His grin is wide as he pulls out and then slides back in, crooking his fingers to brush against an extra-sensitive spot at the front of me.
“Fuck, you’re so wet, Wren,” he groans, and I tighten around him at not just his words but the tone, at the sound of pure rapture in them, and the way his eyes are locked on my center, his fingers disappearing into me. “Look at you.” He pulls his fingers out, and the light catches on them, glinting on the wetness on his fingers.
I want to blush, but I can’t seem to find it in me, not when he’s looking at me like that. Now, my body is on fire with need, and without him, I feel empty.
“More,” I whisper, my hips lifting.
“That’s my good girl.”
I whimper at his words, the sounds morphing into a moan when he slides three thick fingers into me. The stretch is exquisite, though not surprising considering I can’t tell you the last time someone had me in this way.
Adam must be reading my mind when he comments on it. “You look so fucking pretty stretched around my fingers like this, baby. So pretty. I can’t wait to see you like this around my cock.”
I groan, then nod vigorously. “Yes, yes. That.”
He lets out a low, teasing chuckle before shaking his head. “No, no. You’re going to come like this before you get anything more. I want to watch.”
I let out a defeated sound, and his laugh fills the quiet room again, but then his thumb curls up to my clit, circling me there as he finger fucks me, and all thoughts of disappointment melt away.
Somehow, I’m already close to the edge.
I normally take a while, if I find it at all, when I’m with someone else. I often find myself preoccupied with ensuring my partner’s enjoyment, putting my own pleasure and enjoyment on the back burner.
In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever had someone like Adam, someone so tuned in and locked onto my pleasure and needs. So determined to watch me take that pleasure for myself,
