Page 68 of Seeds of Christmas
“I can’t,” she admits. “I’m so—I feel like I’m going to combust.”
“That’s the idea,” I say with a smile, pressing an open-mouthed kiss just above her knee. I work my way higher, alternating between kisses and gentle touches, building the anticipation until she’s writhing beneath me.
When I finally reach the edge of her underwear, I pause. “Last chance to change your mind.”
“Don’t you dare stop,” she says, her voice firm despite her obvious nervousness.
I hook my fingers under the elastic of her underwear, watching her face as I slowly draw them down her legs. She’s breathing fast, her chest rising and falling rapidly, a flush spreading from her cheeks down her neck. When I settle back between her thighs, she closes her eyes.
“Look at me,” I murmur. “I want to see your face.”
Her eyes fly open, meeting mine. I hold her gaze as I lean down and press a soft kiss to her inner thigh, then another, closer to where she needs me. Her hips lift slightly, seeking, and I smile against her skin.
“Patience,” I tell her, even though I’m barely holding onto my own control.
I continue to tease her, my breath ghosting over her most sensitive places without actually touching. Her hands fist in the cushions beneath her, her whole body taut with anticipation.
“Please,” she finally whispers, and that single word breaks my resolve.
“I want to see your face when I taste you.”
Her eyes fly open, dark and wide. “Carter?—”
Whatever she was about to say dissolves into a gasp as my mouth finds her. Her taste floods my senses—sweet and salt and everything I’ve been craving without knowing it. I take my time, exploring her with my tongue, learning what makes her breath catch, what makes her fingers tighten in my hair.
“Oh my god!” She lifts her hips slightly off the couch. “That feels—that’s?—”
I smile against her, circling my tongue where she’s most sensitive. Her thighs tremble on either side of my head, and I slide my hands beneath them, lifting her slightly for better access. She cries out, a sound that sends heat coursing through me, and I double down, determined to make her fall apart.
“Carter, I—” Her voice breaks, her back arching. “I’m going to?—”
“Let go,” I murmur against her. “I’ve got you.”
When she comes, it’s with my name on her lips—a broken, breathless sound that might be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. Her entire body trembles, and I stay with her through it, gentling my movements as she comes down, pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs.
When I finally look up, her face is transformed—flushed, relaxed, her eyes heavy-lidded and dazed. I can’t help the surge of pride that rushes through me.
“You okay?” I ask, moving up to lie beside her.
She laughs, the sound light and free. “That’s... a very inadequate word for how I’m feeling right now.”
I grin, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Good inadequate or bad inadequate?”
“Definitely good.” She turns to face me, her expression suddenly shy despite what we’ve just done. Her eyes drift down between us, widening as she notices the prominent bulge straining against my jeans. Tentatively, she reaches out, her fingers tracing the outline of my erection.
“You’re so hard,” she whispers, her voice filled with wonder. Her touch becomes more confident as she explores me through the denim.
I groan, my hips instinctively pushing against her hand. “That’s what you do to me.”
Something shifts in her expression—a newfound boldness replacing her earlier shyness. She unbuttons my jeans with surprising dexterity, sliding the zipper down slowly.
“I want to feel you inside me,” she says, her voice low and certain. “Please, Carter. I need you.”
The raw honesty in her request nearly undoes me. I capture her lips in a searing kiss, my hands already working to shed the rest of my clothes.
“Fuck yes.” I murmur.
She helps me push my trousers down my legs.
