Christmas Candy(29)

When he licked up and seized on my clit, I thought I might come off the bed. And then, right when I thought it couldn’t get any better, I felt a hard nub of hot metal teasing at my skin.

“Michael!” I gasped as his tongue piercing rake against my clit.

He moved his hands beneath my thighs and pushed my legs so they wrapped around his head. Then his hands snaked up my stomach and gripped my breasts. He groaned into my pussy and my hips rose up even higher, my ass off the bed as he licked and sucked at my most tender spots.

My stomach was already drawn tight as a piano wire when he pinched my nipples hard.

“Oh my god, Michael.” It came out in a garble, matching the thoughts that swirled in my head.

When he stabbed his tongue deep into me, any last thought disappeared. I was nothing more than a burning pyre of need. The sensation was foreign but more delicious than anything I’d ever felt.

He moved back to my clit, sucking it between his teeth and rubbing the stud in his tongue over it. I rocked my hips against his mouth, my need overcoming any embarrassment at what I was doing. I had to come. I had to.

“Mmm,” he said against me as I rocked harder and harder.

He gripped each breast hard and ran his thumb over my nipples, sending tiny explosions through me and making my pussy tighten. I was close, so close, and when I looked down and saw his eyes fixed on mine, I was gone.

I came on a scream, his name all I could think as my body seized and he kept licking me. My pussy convulsed in the strongest orgasm I’d ever experienced. Wave after wave of bliss washed over me as the pleasurable waves multiplied until I was awash in a sea of indulgence. He never stopped licking, his groans vibrating into me as I arched off the bed. As I came back down, I relaxed my legs and gulped in huge breaths of air.

He gave me a few more licks, each one sending a tremor through my hypersensitive body. Then he stood and pushed his shorts off. His cock was so thick that I swallowed hard. But, god, he was gorgeous. His wide chest tapered to washboard abs, a trim waist, and that perfect length.

“This is yours, Jess.” He gripped himself as he held my gaze. “All of this.” He pumped slowly, his hand sliding along the skin where I wanted my mouth to be. “Is yours.”

I raised up on my elbows, my legs still spread, my body completely open to him. I was ready. “I want it. Give it to me.” Was that my raspy sex voice demanding his cock?

His eyes lit at my words and climbed on top of me, kissing up my stomach and between my breasts to my mouth. He licked across my lips and I opened for him as our mouths met. I tasted myself on him and felt his shaft against my hot, wet skin.

Right at that moment, I realized I may have asked for more than I could handle. His cock was so hard and big that I wondered how it would ever fit inside me. He swiped his tongue over mine and tangled his fingers in my hair before pulling my head back onto the bed. His lips moved to my neck where he sucked my skin between his teeth and nipped at me.

I dug my nails into his back and exhaled hard. He laughed against my skin and kissed to my ear. “I know you want my cock.”

I moaned as he pinned my earlobe between his teeth.

“I know you want it deep inside you. Do you want me to come in you? I already know the answer.” He thrust his hips against me, his head rubbing sinfully against my clit. “You want it all, don’t you? I bet you can’t wait for me to fill every hole you’ve got. My little virgin slut.”

His words should have angered me, should have had me questioning him. They had the opposite effect. Dirty talk turned me the fuck on. I melted beneath him, my fear draining away as desire roared up into its place. I wanted everything he offered.

“That’s what I thought.” He gripped my throat and licked up my ear. “I know you want it hard. I know you want me to make it hurt.”

“Yes.” I moaned as he squeezed my neck. He read my thoughts, my deepest needs, my darkest wants.

“Spread wide for me.” He released my neck and put both hands next to my head, pushing up and away from me.

I did as he said, letting my legs fall wide, my knees bent. The ink on his chest was stark, and I was overcome with the urge to lick every line, every bit of residual pain it took to mark his skin so beautifully. His gaze trailed down my body to my quivering pussy.

“Fuck.” His jaw tightened and he moved his hips back and forth, his slick head teasing my clit until I was moving with him. My strokes meeting his and increasing the buzz between my legs.

“I’m going to try to go slow.” He shook his head. “I will go slow. For your first time.” He looked back to my eyes. “But after this, after I’ve finally sank balls deep inside you, I can’t make any more gentle promises. Understand?”