Page 46 of The Bright Side of Christmas
Honestly, though, I should have known he would challenge me in this way—he does with everything else, after all.
“I’m close,” I whisper without meaning to. A blush burns on my cheeks, but when I see the look of adoration and determination on Adam’s face, it melts away as quickly as it came.
“What else do you want, Wren?” he asks, and my breathing catches in my throat. “What do you need?”
“I—” I start, but the words fall away as he continues to finger fuck me, the rhythm speeding up and taking my breath away. My eyes try to drift shut with the building pleasure, but I force them open. I’m not missing a single moment of this, not willing to risk not seeing Adam kneeling between my legs like this.
“Hmm?” he asks. I try to respond, really, I do, but his fingers are expertly working me, and words don’t seem to want to work. “I’m sure there are more things in that pretty little head of yours besides my fingers fucking you.”
The image of his head between my legs, my fingers twining between the thick strands of his hair, holding his face to me as I come, flashes in my mind, but I shake my head to remove it.
I’m happy with this.
Guys don’t like that, so they put their mouth there. Right?
He stares at me, and then a slow, mischievous smile spreads over his handsome face, as if he’s seen what went through my mind on a Jumbotron over my head.
“Now, if we were talking about what I want,” he says, almost casually as he finger fucks me, slowing his thrusts. My breathing is heavy, and a whimper leaves my lips as he adds just a hair more pressure to my clit. “If we were talking about my desires, I’d say I want little more on this earth right now than to eat this pretty pussy. Lick it clean, suck on your pretty little clit.” He groans when I tighten around his fingers, then looks up at me knowingly. “What do you think about that?”
I nod.
God, I want that.
I just know this man with his filthy mouth and his expert fingers will be absolutely ground-shaking if he gets his mouth on me in that way.
“Words, Wren. You have to ask for what you want,” he says.
Irritation flares, but when his fingers shift, pressing on some new sweet spot inside of me, it’s replaced with need.
Some new version of me takes over, some version I’ve never met, but I’m grateful it exists. My hand lifts, running through his thick hair and staring down at him. “I want you to—” My breath hitches as he fucks me harder with his fingers, like he can’t stop himself. “I want you to eat my pussy, Adam.”
A deep groan fills the room, and I moan in response, though I whimper when I feel the loss of his fingers.
“Feet on the counter,” Adam says firmly.
My lust-filled gaze meets his with confusion. “What?”
“Put your feet on the fucking counter, Wren. Spread wide for me so I can feast.”
My hesitation only lasts a moment, quickly washed away by the fierce look on his face before I oblige, lifting first my left, then my right foot and resting it on the corner of the kitchen counter. It crosses my mind for a single heartbeat to be embarrassed, spread wide and on display like this for him, but Adam lets out a soul-deep noise of appreciation before his fingers slide into me again.
“Fuck…look at how pretty you are. All spread out for me. So fucking wet for me.” He stares at me in awe before his eyes move up to mine. “Who is all of this for, Wren?”
My tongue moves out, wetting my lips before answering without thinking.
“It’s all for you, honey,” I murmur, my eyes locked on his.
“Fuck, yeah, it is,” he groans low, then his mouth moves, lips wrapping around my clit and sucking hard.
I scream.
It felt good before, his fingers fucking me and his thumb on my clit, but this is something so new and exquisite, I know he’s ruining me in this moment for any other man.
His mouth moves over me, tongue licking, fingers fucking, and all I can do is sit there and take it. All I can do is watch this man on his knees, serving me.
I don’t have to tell him what I like, what I need, and I surely don’t have to pretend I’m enjoying it.
It doesn’t take long at all before I’m close, teetering on the brink of the most glorious orgasm of my life.
