Page 57 of Bear with Me
My cock bounced along his abdomen. He gripped my ass and thrust against my thigh. "You taste so good," he whispered as he moved across my chest.
When he clamped down on my other nipple, I saw stars. I threaded my fingers through his hair and tugged on the strands. The strangled sound he made had me close to coming in my pants.
It had been a long time since we'd touched like this. Denise had given me the all-clear for sex a few weeks ago, but we'd been too exhausted for anything more than quick hand jobs in the shower while the babies slept.
Every nerve ending in my body came alive at Ollie's gentle touches. When he flipped me onto my back and continued down my body, pressing soft kisses to my heated skin, I couldn't help the needy noises in my throat. I grabbed my pillow and shoved it over my face so I wouldn't wake the babies.
Ollie's tongue traced a path up the underside of my cock, and then he was there, his lips sealed around the head, his tongue flat against my sensitive slit. I arched against him, trying to thrust more into his mouth.
He didn't disappoint, sucking me to the base, his nose pressing into my groin. He moaned around my cock before coming back up.
"You taste so good." His breath caressed the wet tip, and I shivered.
"Feels wonderful," I said. "Don't stop."
He laughed around my cock as he took me to the back of his throat. My toes curled, and I clutched the sheets in my hands, bracing for the inevitable orgasm building at the base of my spine.
Ollie's fingers brushed against my taint, and I flinched. It didn't hurt, but the memory of pain lingered. He cupped my balls instead, rolling them in their sac the way I loved. When he ventured behind them again, his touch was gentle but firm.
He stopped short of my hole, and I rolled my hips the rest of the way, pressing against his fingers. He moaned around me as he slid a finger inside.
I whimpered when his mouth left me. "Is this okay?" he asked.
"Yes. Please. Need you." His contented sigh tingled against my cock, and I wriggled on his finger. "Need more."
A second finger slid in beside the first, and he curled them in the right spot to tap my prostate the way I loved. "Yes!"
He sank down on my cock again and swallowed around the head. I clapped the pillow to my face with one hand and gripped the back of Ollie's head to hold him in place. I screamed his name into the pillow as my cock emptied down his throat.
He swallowed again and again, drinking every last drop. When he came up for air, he licked the moisture from his beard, mustache, and lips. His eyes glowed in the light from the baby monitor.
"Merry Christmas." He placed a tiny kiss on the head of my penis, making me twitch.
"My turn?" I asked.
He shook his head. "I can take care of myself in the shower."
"What if I want to ride your knot until we both come twice?"
He blinked at me. "That sounds wonderful, but you don't have to."
I grabbed him under the armpits and tugged him toward my mouth. I couldn't physically move him if he didn't want to move, but he came willingly. He tasted like morning breath and my cum, but I didn't care.
He did. "No more kissing until we've brushed our teeth."
I whined. "I like kissing."
"The moment we leave this bed, the kids will hear us," he reminded me. They had shifter hearing, which was unfortunate in times like these, when we struggled to stay quiet.
"Fine," I grumbled. "I'll be too busy riding your cock to kiss you, anyway."
He rolled onto his back and tugged my hips until I straddled him. "Are you sure? You flinched."
"It didn't hurt. I was scared." I gazed down at him. "I'm not anymore."
He grinned up at me, and I wanted to kiss him again. Instead, I teased his nipples until they were as perky as mine.
"That was fun," I whispered.
