Page 34 of Winter Wishlist
He knew exactly what he was doing, too.
While he’ll be absolutely dying to sink his teeth into her peachy ass, the gorgeous asshole knows my weaknesses.
Having Mia splayed out beneath me, with the taste of her pussy on my tongue, is one goddamn perfect treat to take mytime exploring. I don’t waste time now, needing to feel her properly, to take each of those hardened buds of her nipples into my mouth and hear just how sensitive she might be after falling apart so exquisitely.
“Can I take this off? Would you like me to play with these perfect tits?” As I nudge at the fabric with my nose, I’m already beginning to nip gently with my teeth. Mia arches up toward me, seeking out more of my attention, and that gives the perfect opportunity to swoop one hand beneath her spine to seek out the clasp.
“Mmmfuck...Yes.” Her voice is a little raspy, still floating somewhere on a cloud of pleasure, and it’s got me damn near beating my chest knowing that I gave her that. The greedy part of me can’t help but want to pin her down and see how many times I can make her shatter in quick succession.
Maybe that’ll be a Christmas feast we can all enjoy.
I make quick work of getting rid of her bra, which produces another one of those tiny squeaks of surprise. Except, I don’t pause, now that the fullness of her heavy tits is revealed, I swoop on the tight peaks, darkened to a shade of dusky rose. A simultaneous moan comes from both of us as I suck down, flick my tongue, and lose myself in how goddamn soft and sensual she feels.
With Henri, I fucking love our hard edges, the strength of him—I love nothing more than feeling his stubble against my skin and his firm hands on my body. Butthis… this is just as intoxicating.
Mia’s fingers sink into my hair, with each gasp and whimper she feeds me, I tease and suck until she’s writhing and begging. This girl loves her breasts being worshipped; that much is evident, and in the back of my mind, I can’t help wondering if no one has ever bothered to take the time to show her this kind of attention.
A weight sinks down, dipping the bed at my side. Henri chuckles to himself. “Mia… our cowboy would die a happy man with your cum on his tongue and face buried in those perfect tits.”
I lift my head just a little, tugging the stiffened peak ever so carefully with my teeth and shoot him a look. He’s already ditched his pants. Thick thighs dusted with dark hair are on prominent display when he reaches behind his head and pulls his shirt off in one smooth motion, revealing all those sculpted rugby muscles of his. Fucking show off.
Mia serves up the exact reaction I know he’ll be smug as fuck about for the foreseeable future. The exact same response I had the first time I saw him undress. Awe and desire collide to produce a whimper she can’t fight in the presence of bunching, flexing abs and pecs.
“Come here, baby,” he hums in my direction, while at the same time raking his gaze over Mia, sprawled out, appreciating the sight of us together. Those tattooed fingers of his tug at my shirt, unthreading the buttons when I straighten up to kneel on the mattress. As he undresses me, there’s nothing but pure heat and mischief playing on his expression. Those keen eyes bounce all over my torso as he purposely takes his time removing my shirt. I know he’s doing this just as much for Mia’s benefit, where she lies on the bed between us, as he is for mine. A silent command that I have to wait—we both have to wait—that I haven’t earned the right to sink my cock inside her yet.
His quiet instruction without fail always does something to me, and especially in this moment, that need to pleasehimtips fuel on the fire already heating my blood.
The moment he drags the shirt off me, Mia starts squirming. Her thighs clamp together on a whimper. Panting breaths make her swollen breasts quiver. She balls her fists in the sheets at her sides, clearly aching and in need of more relief.
Rampant desire consumes all of us. I’m hard as stone and leaking inside my briefs, after damn near blowing just from feeling her cunt pulsing around my tongue.
“Such a good boy.” Henri winks at me before dusting his fingers down my abdomen. My stomach caves, eyelids struggling to stay open as he traces my overheated skin. The way he touches me is goddamn drugging, never making me feel anything but special under the spotlight of his attention and affection.
This man was a rugby star. An athlete on the global stage. He’s stupidly cut, even now in retirement. While I’ve spent half my life trying to make myself seem less imposing, with Henri, my size has always felt like something to be cherished. It’s a relief I can’t put into words just to be able to be myself when I’m with him.
Maybe that’s partly why I’m so drawn to Mia… the fact she’s a goddamn knockout aside, I get the same calming sensation when her eyes are on me as I do with Henri.
His fingers hit my belt and curl to wedge beneath the waistband. Tattooed knuckles followed by the metal of his rings brush the hair dusting my lower stomach, and he barely has to apply any pressure as he easily tugs me toward him.
I follow. I will always fucking gladly follow.
Our mouths seek out each other’s in a kiss that races straight down each limb. Searing a path through my veins, branding me in that way he does. Except, this time, kissing him tastes like us, and Mia, and fuck my life if that doesn’t leave me wrecked already.
“Fffuuuck.” I groan against his lips. “Please.”
His grin is pure wickedness, as his lips and ‘stache drag over my jaw. “Listen to your country manners.” Henri licks a wet line down my throat before grazing his teeth over my Adam’s apple. “Do you think our girl has enjoyed watching a little? How wet do you think her sweet little pussy is now?” Those words murmuredagainst my throat are accompanied by little sucks and nips at the place where my pulse thuds relentlessly.
My gaze drifts to Mia, and the perfect dream that she is; her bottom lip is pinched so hard between her teeth that she’s potentially going to bruise.
Henri lets out a deep noise of satisfaction, as if he’s immensely pleased with the panting mess we’ve both been reduced to. With a last sweep of his mouth across my lips, he then shifts to stretch out along one side of Mia’s body, and I do the same on the other.
Bracing my weight on one elbow, I lift my other hand to brush a few strands of hair away from her eyes. “How do you want this to go, sweet girl?”
Her lips part wider. “Do you mean…”
“Protection? Birth control?” I say the words, but in all honesty, I’m fixated on those plush lips. Imagining them wrapped around my cock. Picturing them puffy and smeared with lipstick while worshipping Henri’s dick in turn. My hand tangled in her hair, guiding her, teaching her how to hollow her cheeks in just the way he likes it.
Fuck.
