Page 63 of What Happens This Christmas
I removed her panties, stood up, removed my clothes, and kneeled in front of her, my head at her pussy. She sucked in a breath, and I could only assume she felt the air hit her clit. “Fair’s fair,” I repeated her words before telling her to open her eyes for me.
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CANDY
The herald angels were singing and heaven was a place on earth. At least, my heaven was, and it was in the form of Nick’s hot tongue. He tasted my skin, inching higher up my inner thigh in an attempt to obviously drive me up a wall.
“It’s worse than nails on a chalkboard.” I meant for the words to only be in my head, but they slipped out, and I wasn’t too upset about it because it was exactly how I felt.
Ignoring me, he nuzzled my clit with his nose. He was too busy to answer as he teased me like the crux of his existence was to please me until he brought me over the edge from nothing more than the faintest of touches. I would have been humiliated if I knew that I couldn’t hold out. I could. I’d done it before. When Nick made me feel this good, I never wanted the moment to end, so I held out for as long as I could.
My muscles tensed with the anticipation more so than anything else. Heat pooled between my legs, and he inhaled deeply. “You smell like candy, did you know that? So fucking sweet. Your name suits you in more ways than one,” he said, sending goose bumps prickling on my skin.
I entangled my hands in his hair, grabbing a fistful as I got prepared to pull on it when need be. “Nick.”
“It must be exhausting being this perfect.” He tongued my slit, licking me from bottom to top. All the while, he snaked a hand up my body, palming my breast.
I nearly forgot how good a multitasker he was. Excellent, really. “I’m not perfect,” I argued back, not wanting to let lies linger in the air.
Regardless, though, I wanted to be with him, wanted to have him in this way. It had been a long time coming, and…I missed this. I missed my husband. I shared a bed with him, but we couldn’t have been farther apart. He may as well have been on another continent, an ocean away from me.
And I’d done this to myself, I supposed. In some ways, I’d wedged the body of water between us. But I’d had my reasons.Stupid ones.
I tampered down the voice in my head by tugging on his obsidian hair, loving how soft it felt as it slid between my fingers. “I’ve missed you,” I whispered, my voice nearly cracking as I bared myself to him. Being emotionally vulnerable was moredifficult and excruciatingly painful to me than being completely unclothed could ever be.
The truth was that I felt Nick had seen my body, and he knew what he was getting. He knew that we’d age together, and I had only hoped that he’d look at me the same way he had the first time we’d been together in five, ten, fifteen years. Like I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever laid eyes on.
But, in more important ways, I wasn’t the same person he had married. As much as I wanted to be that person for him, and I hadn’t planned on letting this world we lived in affect me as much as it had, some things would always be different. To put it simply, I’d lost my sense of hope, having learned the hard way that people were crueler than they seemed. It had hardened me and turned me into the person I was today.
“I’ve never been far,” he answered, plucking my nipple as he dragged his teeth across my clit.
A jolt of electricity raced up my spine as my heartbeat grew erratic. He clasped my clit with his lips, and I squirmed. He didn’t let me move very much, though, holding me firmly in place by gripping my hip.
He let out a devilish laugh before mercilessly devouring me.
He pinched my nipple.
He sucked my clit.
He rolled my nipple between two fingers.
He flattened his tongue and licked, licked, licked.
Then bit. And again. And again.
Jeez, so much licking and sucking and biting.
The biting was going to be my undoing.
By the time he slowed down, decidedly switching to languid strokes up, it was hard to remember how to breathe. My fingers were digging into his scalp as his were suddenly on my thigh, putting pressure on me and nudging me to open wider for him.
It wasn’t easy when my legs began to tremble.
“Almost there?” he asked, mischief apparent in his eyes as he gazed up at me.
I hardly had a chance to nod when he pinched my clit at the same time he pushed two long fingers in me. It was sudden, and I wasn’t expecting it with the attention he was giving my clit. That was probably all the more reason I cried out, calling his name in a desperate plea.
A rush of heat enveloped me, spiraling through me and flooding my veins until it hit my heart. It felt like I was a frozen brick of ice being thawed, and it was both beautiful and terrifying. Beautiful because I had never felt more connected to Nick than I did right now, with his fingers pumping into me at a rhythmic pace.
