Page 33 of Winter Wishlist
He keeps up that steady, maddening press forward. Easing inside me, as I no doubt drench his hand. I’m shamefully wet; the slickness coats my inner thighs. Yet, he doesn’t seem to have any issue with that; in fact, his mouth only works the side of my throat harder as he feels my inner walls relax and welcome him deeper.
Is he studying my reactions?
I don’t even fucking know, but a low moan climbs up the back of my throat to fill the room when he starts fucking in and out with that finger. Reid slides inside me, filling me to the second knuckle, before pulling back out again. At the same time, his thumb rests on my pulsing clit, applying just enough pressure to leave me seeing white spots on the corners of my vision.
This is so far beyond what I thought my body might experience. I swear to God I’ve never felt anything like the intense throbbing between my legs. Not on my own with a toy. Certainlyneverwith a man.
“Mia…” The way Reid says my name is roughened, raw. “Please let me take care of you.Please.”
Swallowing hard, I look across at the man beside us, who’s intently watching everything we’re doing. Peeking at him from behind heavy lashes, maybe I’m looking to him for guidance because I don’t know exactly what Reid means, and right now, words fail me.
Henri wets his lips, eyes bouncing from my pussy, up to Reid. Then his lips curve wickedly. “He’s starving. For the love of God, let the man drown. He’ll want to eat your sweet little cunt for hours.”
My gasp barely leaves my lips, my walls clamp down around his finger wedged inside me. It’s enough permission, showing him with the way my body reacts that every cell in my body just screamed in agreement.Yes. Please. Lick my pussy.
The room tilts sideways. This time, my cowboy doesn’t wait. He tumbles me onto my back against the cushions. I barely have time to register what comes next. Reid’s massive hands place me exactly where he wants me. He wraps my legs around his head and dives between my thighs. Everything spirals into a whirlwind of heat in my core when this giant man simply pins me down, splaying one searing hot palm across the swell of my lower stomach. Then his tongue is there. Oh my god, his mouth covers me, and he kisses my pussy with a desperate groan.
“Reid—oh god—holy fuck—” My hands fly to his head. I don’t even think about whether it’s okay for me to touchhimlike this, but I cling tight, with fingers tugging on his hair.
He eats me out like he’s got all the time in the world.
Slow strokes, long laps of his tongue running up and down my seam, swirling around my little throbbing clit before disappearing down to my entrance. His broad shoulders force my legs wider so he can spear his tongue inside me, and I’m so close to falling apart.
“Look at how sloppy you are. Desperate to shove your tongue in her pretty little cunt.” Henri’s words cut through my daze of pleasure, of my newfound obsession with having Reid’s mouth feasting on me. I know he’s talking to the man currently sucking on my clit, but I feel those words do something to my approaching climax. Everything magnifies in an instant.
He knows it, too.
Henri joins in now, crouching beside Reid, and his hands steal hungry touches along the sensitive spot inside my knee, wandering higher up my thigh. His rings brush against my soft flesh, and I feel it in that moment. He pushes my knee higher, holding me open, obscenely so, for Reid’s mouth.
“Look up,ma petite chérie.Do you like what you see?” I can hardly think straight, let alone see clearly, but I follow his instruction and tilt my head toward the massive window.There’s no mistaking what is reflected back. All I see is the three of us—Reid’s face buried in my pussy, Henri’s tattooed hands holding me wide, and me holding on for dear life. As the wave of my orgasm races for me, hurtling into shore with the force of a hurricane, my whimpers and tiny begging noises can’t be contained.
“Mmmm. Look at how eager you are. Such a good boy taking care of our girl.”
Ourgirl.
That’s what finally does me in. With my head tipped to the ceiling, eyes rolling to the back of my head, I come harder than I ever have in my life. My body jerks and shudders with the powerful force of my climax. Everything goes blank.
I barely come to, still shaking, when I realize this isn’t over. There’s no stopping, only a different sensation, a different rhythm to the licking and sucking and mind-altering teasing going on between my thighs.
“Oh fuck—oh my god—” There’s a second mouth on me. As I blink through a heavy-lidded fog of pleasure, still coming back down into my body, I can’t possibly be seeing what I’m seeing.
These two men… they’re both devouring my pussy. Both roaming their tongues over me. Their broad shoulders and mouths angled as best they can fit between my legs. I’m shoved as wide as possible now, lax with pleasure.
When I take in the sight of them, they look savage and depraved with the sheen of my arousal coating their chins.
“Our girl is so goddamn sweet,hmm.” Henri swirls his tongue and softly teases my clit, testing how oversensitive I am. Keeping his eyes drilling into mine, he wraps his lips around the swollen bud and sucks down ever so gently.
Before I can overthink how they keep using that word—ours—he gives my pussy a final, reverent kiss, then lifts a hand to catch the back of Reid’s neck. Flattening his tongue, he licksup the evidence of me off his chin before roughly tugging Reid against his lips. He claims him with the type of punishing kiss that I can’t help but feel, even though I’m just watching them. The sight and sounds of them biting and sucking and nipping at each other leave me gasping for air.
Even more so when Henri smirks against his lips, and purrs with satisfaction.
“Kiss me like that all night long. You’ve missed the taste of pussy haven’t you, baby?”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Cradling Mia’s body beneath mine, I tumble us onto the bed together. There’s no denying how hungry I am for her responsiveness. The way she seems continually surprised, and gets more than a little gleam in her emerald eyes, each time I pick her up. I’m more than willing to be the perfect student, learning what she likes, what her body craves—studying every single tiny detail, committing her to memory.
Now that we’ve made it to the bedroom, I can truly start to explore. With both hands bracing my weight, I dip my head to follow along the lush swell of her breasts. Those delicious curves that have been driving me wild since I first laid eyes on her, and then was given a front row tease by Henri.
