Hold Me Tight(57)
She sighs in contentment, holding on to my arm. She doesn’t even need to ask. I know when she holds her back like that that it’s hurting her. She probably overexerted herself doing all of this for me when she should have been resting.
“Don’t be mad,” she says, bending her head back and tickling my lips with her hair. “As soon as I get my body back, it’ll be on my finger where it belongs. But for now, it’ll rest closer to my heart.”
“I like the sound of that,” I murmur, nuzzling her neck right below her ear. “And rest assured, your body the way it is now has me mighty turned on.”
She sashays around me, granting me a full view of her heavenly cleavage. “Then why don’t we head on over to the mistletoe and you can show me just how much you missed me.”
I slide my hands down her backside and lift her up. Her legs automatically wrap around my waist as I squeeze her bottom, spreading my fingers wide. Her hands are around my neck, pulling me close as I walk over to the doorway between the living room and the kitchen, where the mistletoe is hung. Her breasts are riding up and down against my chest as her breathing accelerates.
“Your arms aren’t even trembling from holding me like this,” she says in admiration. “And I feel like a beached whale.”
“You’ll always be as light as a feather to me,” I whisper, letting my thumbs dip into the belt loops of her jeans. “Now lean back. I want to enjoy this.”
She cocks an eyebrow questioningly but does what I request, tipping back her head and allowing the sweater to ride even lower on her chest. I rest the weight of her back against one arm as she grips me tighter with her legs. I run a hand down her luscious curves, feeling every inch of her through the soft cashmere. She’s not wearing a bra, and I greedily slide my fingers inside, flicking one nipple and then the other as her knees dig into my hips. She’s leaning all the way back, the ends of her hair touching the floor as she moves against me.
And that’s when I know I need to pull back. Having her rub herself over my aching dick feels incredible, but we can’t go any further than that. I tilt her back up, my hand traveling across her bare back under her sweater, glorying in the smoothness of her skin. I lower my head and glide my tongue between the dip in her breasts, tasting her, watching as the path of my beard leaves her flushed, that beautiful pink color filling the delicate area I love to play with. She’s ultrasensitive to every sensation there. I should know. I’ve brought her to orgasm so many times without even touching her below the waist. I better be careful.
But she has other plans. She yanks my head back by my hair, catching me off guard when her lips find mine. I stagger backward before crashing against the wall, and she slides herself off me, pinning my body with hers. Her hands are at the waistband of my boxers before they push up through the tight confines of my shirt. Her fingers dance against the defined lines of my chest, tracing her way across every contour, making me flinch. My hips buck involuntarily against her, causing her to break our kiss.
“I’m sorry,” I mumble, knocking my head against the wall, gasping for air.
“Don’t be,” she shushes, pressing a finger to her swollen lips as she saucily sways her hips and shimmies to the ground.
“What are you doing?” I ask, blinking while trying to catch my breath.
“Taking care of my man,” she moans, ripping my boxers off with one frantic tug.
The cold air startles me, causing my knees to come together, but it’s only when I feel the warmth of her mouth on me that I begin to relax. She takes me in, then out, swirling her tongue along my length until I exit her lips with a pop. I groan, shoving my hips against the wall and closing my eyes as her head bobs below me, her curls swaying.
“Fuck,” I cry, slamming the back of my fist against the doorframe as my hips start to move with the rhythm she’s created.
Her assault on me is relentless as she takes me deep into her throat, and I pound myself into her mouth, her teeth grazing me as I slide in and out. She slows me down, giving extra attention to my tip as she licks it back and forth, over and around. She fingers my balls, tugging at them, getting me to spread my legs far apart for her as she nestles between them on her knees, her hands gripping my inner thighs.
She’s never done it quite like this before. And it’s fucking incredible. It’s the best head she’s ever given me. I should go away more often. A smile of satisfaction spreads across my face as she groans, taking me deep again. Her fingernails dig into my backside, and I lose it.
My knees weaken as she lets go of me, and I slide to the floor to meet her, pulling her onto my lap before I rest her head against my chest, my boxers hanging around my ankles, her behind pressed up against my cock. We won’t be able to sit like this for long, but I’ll take whatever I can get.