Page 35 of Winter Wishlist
Clearing my throat, I add, “We don’t want to cross any of your boundaries. You can tell us, or change your mind, at any time. We’ll respect that.”
“Oh—You mean—Uhhh—Contraceptives?” She swallows. “I kinda thought you were meaning…positions.” She squeaks that final word before burying her face in her hands.
That makes us both dissolve into laughter. I pry her fingers from her face and drop kisses all over her warm cheeks and the tip of her nose. “Here we are trying to be gentlemen, and you’ve already started planning logistics of who is going where. Aren’t you a wicked little thing?” Despite her embarrassment, I keep going, feathering more light touches of my mouth acrossher delicate features until she wriggles beneath me with her own laughter.
“Okay, okay. I’m some sort of depraved Christmas elf, apparently, when I’m around you two.” She giggles and cups my jaw. “To answer your question… I’m on birth control. I've been tested recently, with clear results… and especially after having to lie here and watch all ofthat…I’d quite like you both to fuck me bare.”
I think I just fell in love.
Mia bats her long eyelashes. “Please?” Her teeth catch her plump bottom lip.
All I can do is rest my hands beside her head and stare down at her, heart racing.
“I think you just broke our cowboy.” Henri is a menace and nudges my shoulder. “You doing okay over there? Need a minute to recalibrate?”
“Sorry. Was that too slutty?” Mia whispers while giving a cute little scrunch of her nose. Bringing her forefinger to her mouth, she softly bites down on the pad.
I catch her hand and wrap my lips around that delicate finger before letting go. “Never. You’re perfect. Tell us exactly what you want, sugar. It’s sexy as hell.”
“Okay.” She breathes.
Henri swoops, causing Mia to gasp and let out a soft squeal. “Now tell me about these positions you’ve been imagining…”
He readjusts his frame to recline back on the pillows and drags her with him, so that she straddles his torso. In only a tiny thong, heavy tits bouncing as she braces herself with palms flat against his strong chest, that’s an image well and truly embedded in my brain.
“How kinky are we talking?” His voice is thick with desire.
Color flushes those pouty lips and sits high on the apple of Mia’s cheeks. As he reaches up to cup each breast in a bigpalm, he thumbs her nipples and she damn near vibrates with pleasure. Those long, sooty eyelashes of hers droop heavily as he plucks and strums over the tightly furled buds.
“It’s probably tame…” She gasps as I come up behind her and position myself so that I can roam my hands over the soft swell of her hips. “It’ll sound boring, I’m sure.”
“With you in this bed?” I press my mouth to the side of her neck, feeling the hitch in her drumming pulse beneath my tongue. “There’s nothing you could say that would sound anything remotely boring.”
Henri keeps teasing her nipple with one hand and slides the other down to push aside the tiny scrap of fabric. “Do you like the idea of all three of us being together at the same time?”
Mia whimpers softly as his fingers seek out and begin strumming her clit. A nod is followed by a breathless agreement.Yes.
“Does that turn you on,ma petite chérie?”
“Oh god… yes.More.”
Henri takes over, doing that thing he’s so goddamn good at. Checking in when it’s disguised as a question. It’s insanely fucking hot how he manages to check for her consent while keeping everything feeling like it’s just one long game of foreplay.
Do you like it when he’s kissing you?
Does it feel good when he watches while I play with you like this?
Do you like it when I kiss you right here… when I put my mouth on your aching pussy?
With each question, each option presented, Mia responds like an absolute dream. She would be well within her rights to have questions or concerns; we’re nothing but strangers after all. She’s never been with two men at once. I don’t want to doanything she might not enjoy, and I’m painfully aware of just how big I am compared to her tiny stature.
I don’t want to accidentally hurt her.
Henri drags his fingers, covered in her arousal, up her stomach, leaving a wet sheen across her skin, before bringing them to her mouth. Our good girl doesn’t even hesitate; she opens and allows him to push onto her tongue and let her taste herself there.
“The sweetest pussy, ready to be stretched and filled,hmm?” He devours the sight of her, with that perfect mouth sucking on his tattooed fingers. “Would it feel good to have me in your mouth? Would you like something else to suck on since you’re so very skilled with that little tongue of yours?”
Mia lets out a muffled whine of pure relief, followed by an enthusiastic nod.
