Page 38 of Nice Guys Don't Kiss Like That At Christmas
“Also, your PJs say ‘lick me,’ and I’m all for complying.”And I slide back down between her legs.I kiss her again.Hard.Deep.Her fingers fly into my hair like she’s anchoring herself to the moment.
A giggle escapes her and the sound has me on the top of the fucking world.
When I slide her pajama bottoms down, she lifts her hips without hesitation.
Thud.A wet nose presses against my shoulder.LoverBoy stands beside us.Tongue out, tail wagging, unapologetically thrilled.
Eve groans, covering her face.“I’m being supervised by a chihuahua.”
“Maybe he’s checking on your orgasm progress for the others.”
“Adam!”
I gently redirect him, returning him to the bed where Blanche and Dorothy have claimed the real estate.“Not now, buddy.”
And I close the door again, holding her gaze.
“Privacy.Secured.”
I cross the room like I own it.Because she’s looking at me like I’m the only man in the world.
I kneel again.Ease her thighs apart.And look.
Fuck.
Beautiful.
“This okay?”I murmur, fingers brushing her, already pulsing with need.
She nods.“Yes.”
And now it’s my turn to grin.
I duck down between her thighs and speak into her skin like I’m recording an entirely NSFW Audible sample.
“And after seven long years…” I begin, dragging my thumb gently over her clit, “…he’s finally going to taste her by the Christmas tree.”
And then, I do.
One long, thorough lick that has her legs snapping around my shoulders.
She chokes on a gasp.
“And she tastes so sweet… his cock is throbbing.He’s never been that hard.”
“Are you—oh my god—are you narrating?”
I glance up, smug as hell.
“VoiceGasm, at your service.”
She laughs, then moans, raw and real, when I suck gently on her clit.Her hips roll into me and I drop the narration (for now).
I use my mouth like I’ve trained for this, because I have.For years.Every video call.Every fantasy.Every memory of her gasping through a screen while whispering my name.
Now it’s real.
And I want to wreck her for every second we missed.For every second she doubted herself.For every second I dreamed of her.
