Page 20 of Christmas with the Billionaire
“Oh… Charles!” she moans, her voice cracking.
I don’t let up. I map her with my tongue, learning every spot that makes her gasp, every secret place that makes her whimper. I find a rhythm, a relentless, driving cadence that has her climbing up higher and higher toward her peak.
I slide two fingers inside her, curling them, finding that rough, spongy spot deep within. She clamps a hand over her mouth to contain a scream, her inner muscles clenching around my fingers like a vise.
“Yes, right there,” she sobs between her fingers. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
I have no intention of stopping. I fuck her with my fingers, my tongue working her clit, a dual assault on her senses. I am lost in her, in the scent, the taste, the sounds. The wet, slick sounds of my mouth on her pussy are each catalogued in my mind, engraved in my memories.
I can feel her body tightening, growing stiff. The pitch of her moans shifts, becoming higher, a warning of what is approaching.
“I’m… I’m gonna…” she chokes out, her words fragmenting.
“Come for me, Ellie,” I growl against her soaked flesh, my voice guttural, foreign even to my own ears. “Flood my mouth, baby.”
It’s the final command, sending her over the edge.
Her entire body seizes as the orgasm rips through her. She convulses around my fingers, her pussy milking them, a fresh flood of her release coating my hand. I keep my mouth on her, drinking her in, licking and sucking her through the shuddering waves until she’s pushing weakly at my head, oversensitive and spent.
She collapses back onto the bed, boneless, her chest heaving. Her eyes are glazed, unfocused. A fine sheen of sweat covers her body, making her glow in the dim light.
I slowly pull my fingers from her, bringing them to my mouth to clean them, my eyes never leaving her beautiful form. The taste is even more potent now, mixed with the intensity of her climax.
I move up her body, hovering over her. She looks up at me, her expression one of dazed, utter devotion.
“You…” she whispers, her voice hoarse. “You are… incredible.”
I lower myself, bracing my weight on my forearms, my still-hard cock pressing insistently against her thigh. I kiss her, deep and slow, letting her taste herself on my tongue.
“That,” I say against her lips, my voice rough with pride, “was just the best thing I’ve ever tasted. I’m talking all the way at the top.”
Her smile is contagious, her laugh blissful as she pushes me off her chest. Using up what little strength she has left, she’s left melting against the bed. Still working on catching her breath, she aims her happiness toward the ceiling. “You’re too much.”
Drinking her in, I consider asking her if I can be hers. Right now, it’s the only thing I want to be.
It’s only been a day. Suddenly throwing everything at her once might spook her away. I can’t risk losing this because I’m impatient.
I can wait a little longer. When the right time comes, and it will, I’ll do whatever it takes to make her mine.
12
Ellie
I’m scared to open my eyes. If I do, will all of the last twenty-four hours be a dream? Will I wake up tucked in my bed, all alone on Christmas day? Pinching my eyes shut harder, I pretend the sun isn’t up, welcoming me.
Outside, there are voices. People are already moving about.
Next to my ear, a soft snore that could only belong to one man, paired with a strong arm draped around my front.
Less fearful, I open my eyes and turn my head. A handsome man takes up his half of the bed, and a little bit of mine as he sleeps. With his face buried in my hair, he looks so content. Peaceful.
I feel bad that I’m going to have to wake him up if I want to take advantage of getting an early start for the day.
I can hear people singing carols outside, the sound of bells ringing.Christmas.Hell to the yes.
Charles groans as I move to sit up. As nice and warm as he is, cool air nips at my bare legs and feet as I leave the bed. Moving over to the window, I peer out.
There’s just the right amount of snow to celebrate today.
