Page 26 of Christmas With The Kings
My palms, broad and firm, worked in long strokes. She breathed deeper, little murmurs escaping her lips with every pass. When I reached her lower back, I leaned in, pressing a kiss above the swell of her ass.
“You smell like honeysuckle, cinnamon, and the sweetest surrender,” I groaned, biting her gently.
She squirmed.
“Stay still.”
I poured more oil and palmed the luscious curve of her ass cheeks, thumbs sweeping the sensitive space between. Her thighs tensed.
“You want me to skip this part?” I asked, sliding one finger teasingly close to where she was slick and throbbing.
“No, Master,” she breathed.
“Didn’t think so.”
I massaged her ass thoroughly, working the muscles, then trailing oil down the back of her thighs. My huge hands engulfed them, and my fingers brushed against her pussy. She groaned and opened wider, showing off her dripping kitty.
Her arousal hung in the air between us. My cock responded by straining against the pajama bottoms I was wearing. Damn it all. She stole my sanity without even trying. My hands dug into her delicate skin.
“Don’t stop,” she breathed, body wincing as both pleasure and pain washed over her.
I knelt at the foot of the table, lifting one of her legs so I could kiss the arch of her foot before massaging from heel to calf. She whimpered again, melting. Fuck, she was aroused. The evidence of it dripped down onto the sheet.
I switched legs, repeating the process, then slid my hands up both legs at once, parting her with my thumbs as I worked higher. Her breath hitched.I dipped down and pressed a kiss to the back of her thigh, right below the curve of her ass, and she shivered violently.
“You’re trembling,” I said, voice low.
“I—I can’t help it,” she whispered.
“You don’t have to. That is the whole purpose here. You letting go.” I stood, walked back up to the table, leaning over her to whisper in her ear. “I’m going to roll you over now. I want to see your face when I touch you.”
I helped her turn onto her back, cushioning her head, adjusting her arms. Her hair was tousled. Her lips parted, eyes glassy. I reached for the oil again, pouring it between her breasts and watching it slide down her stomach.
Her breath caught as I followed it with my hands—slow, sensual strokes. I palmed her breasts, massaging them with oil, rolling my thumbs over her nipples until they stood stiff and needy. I took my time worshipping her. She was a glistening masterpiece. She grabbed my cock again with her left hand and rubbed.
I hissed at the contact. “Untie me, kitten.” Deftly, she one-handedly undid the drawstring of my pants and licked her lips as they fell to the floor. “Hand,” I commanded, stepping out of them. Obediently, her hand shot out, and I put a few drops of oil in it. “Stroke me.”
She gripped the base like a handrail and stroked. I shivered at the feel of her warm, small hand pumping me. Twirling her hand at the tip, she mixed the pre-cum that was leaking with the oil and stroked me expertly. Her breathing changed. She was working herself up simply having my cock in her hand.
The next time my finger closed over her left breast, I squeezed her nipple and rolled it through my fingers, playing with her for several minutes. I switched sides and then doubled up on both. An involuntary gasp escaped. She shuddered. A mini orgasm.
Grinning, I moved lower to her abdomen. My cock was near her lips. Without missing a beat, she wrapped her sweet lips around the head before sucking and twirling her tongue around it. I leaned down and slid in, taking my time, letting her rub her tongue all over my cock.
“You like it when I fuck your mouth, don’t you?” She had dialed me straight the fuck up to savage level.
“Yes, my King” She opened her mouth, her cute pink tongue flicked over the head, teasing me before sealing her mouth around me once more.
I thrust my hips forward. My cock eased in, the head sliding down to find the back of her throat. I groaned as her gag reflex engaged and then, like the good girl she was, she fought it. But I pressed in further until she swallowed around me.
The room spun, and I got lightheaded. She was too good at this.
“Fuck,” I hissed, pulling out of her throat before I came down it. She was panting now and pouted as saliva dripped from her mouth.
Moving down to her thighs, I shoved them apart and slapped my hand down hard on her right one. She yelped, and her chest heaved. My fingers danced across her clit, and her back arched off the table, and she came, with a soft scream leaving her lips. The slick flesh pulsed under my fingertips as if it had its own damn heartbeat.
I soothed her before slipping my middle finger into her tight pussy. I groaned at the feel of her hot, wet walls clenching down. My ring finger joined in on the party, and I watched in awe as they disappeared inside her. She sighed heavily.
Curling my fingers, I massaged her G-spot as her eyes widened.
