Christmas Candy(37)

The three years since I’d met Michael had flown away, eaten up by law school and his photography career, not to mention our frequent travel and nights of lovemaking. I sighed just thinking about the whirlwind he’d swept me up in that day when he came knocking at my door like a hungry wolf, asking me to let him inside my apartment. I’d let him in and then some, loving every second I spent with him.

I gave the sample dress one more goodbye pat and re-entered the main store area. Evelyn and Aunt Carrie stood.

“I can’t believe I found it on our first shopping trip.” I smiled as they both embraced me.

Evelyn let go of her tight hold on my neck and smoothed a lock of hair behind my ear. “When something is right, you just know it.”

I returned her smile, remembering how Michael and I first met. “I know exactly what you mean.”





Jess





“Mmmm.” A delicious sensation swirled through me. I was panting, my body drawing tighter even as I slumbered.

My eyes fluttered open, the sun barely peeking through the penthouse blinds. I was on my side and Michael was under the covers, licking my pussy and gently spreading my legs just enough to get his tongue to my clit.

I moaned when he stabbed his stiff tongue inside me. He threw the blanket off and spread my legs all the way, diving onto my pussy like he was at a feast. I squealed as my nipples pearled from the cold air and the deliciousness of his mouth on my most sensitive flesh.

I dug my hands into his hair as he licked my clit and sucked it between his lips. My back arched from the bed as his large palms pressed my thighs apart.

“I love your sweet pussy.” His throaty growl had me pulling his hair.

He fastened his entire mouth to me, lashing my clit with the tip of his tongue until I was writhing and squeezing him between my thighs. He reached around my legs and gripped my breasts, pinching my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

“Michael!” I dug my heels into his back.

He seized my clit again, sucking and nipping at it before settling in and licking it furiously, the hard ball of his tongue piercing heightening every stroke. My pussy tightened, and he squeezed my nipples harder as I came to the edge of my orgasm. I rocked up to his mouth and looked down to him. He watched me, taking in every movement, every sigh, and his eyes sent me plummeting over the edge.

My hips froze as pleasure exploded through every nerve ending. I came on his name, over and over again, his name and nothing else. He was all I could think, all I could feel. He groaned into me as I relaxed and let my thighs fall open. He was still licking me, even though I made a half-hearted attempt to pull him away from my so-sensitive spot. He gave me one more long lick and prowled up my body.

His cock dangled hard and ready beneath him. He claimed my mouth and plunged inside me at the same time. I moaned and wrapped my arms around his neck. This was my favorite way to wake up. His tongue plundered me, rubbing against mine as he slanted over me. I was completely open to him, everything his to take and enjoy.

He started a hard rhythm and before long his hands made their way to my hair. I raked my nails down his back as he wrenched my head sideways and bit my neck. His thighs slapped into mine as he grew even rougher, just the way I wanted it.

“You like that?” He grunted, starting the dirty talk early. “My perfect little slut.”

“Yes,” I cooed as he pulled my hair even harder and kissed to my collarbone.

“My little whore likes getting fucked hard whenever and wherever I want. Isn’t that right?” He bit my hard nipple and I shuddered.

“Yes.” I gasped as he rolled my nipple between his teeth.

He moved to the other nipple, biting it even harder as I moaned and scratched his shoulders, each one of his hard strokes sending a buzz through my clit.

“That’s it.” He kissed up to my mouth again and braced one hand on the bed next to my head while using the other one to spread my leg out as wide as it could go. He pushed my thigh down, opening me up so I felt each impact as deeply as possible.

I closed my eyes, awash in the sensation of being filled, being surrounded by his scent, his body.

“Watch me, Jess. I want to see those gorgeous eyes when you come.”

I opened my eyes and stared up into his. He was rubbing me just right, his hard chest pressing into my breasts as his cock plunged again and again. My pussy began to grip him tighter and I clutched at his back, hanging on as he brought me to the edge again.

“Come on my cock. Come for me, wildcat.” His voice was guttural, strained.

I arched up to him, getting every single bit of contact on my clit. A few more hard thrusts and then I exploded in a surge of pure bliss.

He stared into my eyes as my orgasm rolled over me, delicious waves licking me as he pumped harder, pistoning into me. I wanted to close my eyes, but I couldn’t. I wanted him to see what he did to me, how much he made me feel every single second of ecstasy.