Page 24 of She Came Upon A Midnight Clear
She tilts her head back to look at me, and there’s something in her eyes. I saw a hint of it earlier at the tree farm, but now that brilliance has turned into a gleam. I’m still not exactly sure what it means.
“You all good, Evie?”
“So good. You make me feel good.”
“You make me feel amazing. Every single moment with you.”
She stands up on her toes to kiss me, and at first it’s warm and sweet, making my heart beat harder. Pretty quickly the warmth burns hotter, and she’s sighing into my mouth.
She pulls back and says, “Will you take me to bed, please?”
My body is already thrumming with desire. “I will never say no to that offer.”
I grab her around the waist and pick her up, throwing her over my shoulder.
“Hey!” she yelps.
“This isn’t what you wanted?” I ask, knowing full well she’s loving it as I move to the bed.
“You mean to be handled like you’re some sort of caveman? Cavewoman? Well… yes, I fucking love it.”
“Then no more sass out of you, missy,” I respond, setting her on the bed and pulling her boots off, leaving her knee-high socks on because she looks cute as fuck in them, and I don’t want my girl to be cold. Her jeans come off next, then I whip her sweater over her head. Underneath she’s wearing nothing but a thin tank top and her underwear.
I smooth my hands over her gorgeous tits. “Your nipples seem to like it, too.”
“They do,” she says as she starts to pull her tank top up, but I push her hands aside and hold them firmly for several seconds, looking into her eyes so she understands, then I do it myself.
“Mmm, I love it when you skip the bra.”
I gather the warm flesh in my palms, then smooth my fingertips over the hardened tips before leaning down to kiss her mouth, then her throat, then the soft, sweet flesh between her full breasts. God, I love a curvy woman. And this woman is perfect to me from head to toe.
Her hands go into my short hair, hanging on tight as I flick my tongue at one nipple, then slowly suck it into my mouth.
She sighs. “Oh, yes…”
I straighten to kick my boots off, then my jeans before I press her gently onto her back and pull her to the edge of the bed. I get down on my knees, slip her underwear off, and part her pretty thighs, draping her legs over my shoulders. She’s so wet, her pussy glistening. So damn succulent. I sweep my fingers over the wetness, and she moans. I do it again, then again, before pressing a finger inside her. Her cunt clenches, and I slip my finger out, then go back in with a second one this time, and begin to fuck her, watching as my fingers penetrate her wet, pink flesh,thrusting in and out slowly. She’s writhing already, making that adorable mewling sound she makes when she’s really turned on, and I keep at it for a while, my own pussy wet and aching. Soon it’s too much for me, and I get up to tear off my sports bra and my boxer briefs, then I climb on top of her and grind my mound against hers.
“Ah, yes, Dru…”
Her hips rise to meet mine, and soon I’m close to coming, but I want to make it last.
I pull back and, taking her by the hips, I help her turn onto her hands and knees. I smooth my palm over her delectable ass, then smack the pale flesh.
She moans and moves her hips; I don’t think she’s even aware that she’s doing it. In the last week, we’ve both come to realize how much she loves a little sensation play, but we still have so much more to explore.
“Baby? Stay right there.”
“What? Where are you going?”
“Shh. No questions. I want you to hold as still as you can.”
She lets out a small whimper, but doesn’t argue.
I go to my bedside table and pull out my leather handcuffs from the bottom drawer and lean over the bed.
“Evie, baby, it’s time for some bondage.”
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