Page 31 of Merry Pucking Christmas
I honestly don’t even want to think about what this could mean for us. All I know is I don’t want to stop eating her pussy because I’m enjoying itwaytoo much.
Every sound, every sigh she makes turns me on. My cock is as hard as granite, and I wish I could slam my dick deep inside herright at this very moment. But not right now. Right now I have one mission…make this woman come all over my tongue.
And if I know Noelle like I’m beginning to—she’s close. Like reallyreallyclose.
“Don’t stop,” she whisper-shouts into the stillness of the garage.
Tomorrow I need to take her somewhere. Somewhere more private. Something just for the two of us. Maybe a hotel?
Maybe with a hot tub?
I push the thoughts away as I continue sucking her clit between my lips, my finger fucking her sweet pussy. I slide another finger inside her, working her until she’s grinding along my face, her body starting to spasm.
Her fingers clutch onto my hair, tugging and pulling at the strands as her release crashes over her. She’s a fucking sight to behold when she comes.
I think I could get off to just the image of her coming all over me.
I chase away her release with my tongue, my fingers fucking her faster and faster.
Fuck this.
I rip my pants down, slamming my cock into her before she even has a second to recover. I need to rut out this need to keep fucking her day in and day out. I grip her shoulder, holding onto her as I keep fucking her, not really trying to keep quiet.
The table scrapes across the floor, and I’m not even trying to slow down because of it.
Not until I come. Fuck.
I need to get off so deep inside her.
Our eyes connect and the moment she gives me this soft smile, I’m done for. My orgasm attacks me out of nowhere like smoke in the shadows.
“Something’s happening,” I whisper as soon as my body calms just a bit.
“What?” she whispers, her face a complete picture of ecstasy.
“I don’t know,” I say, like I’m in a daze. Because the truth is I don’t know what’s happening to me. I’ve never wanted someone this badly.
Hell, I’d propose to her right now if I thought she’d say yes.
But I know we have a long road to work through to be together, but I’m ready for it. I’m ready to do whatever it takes to make this work.
We get dressed in the silence, and before we leave to head to our own rooms, I pull her in, wrapping my arms around her waist.
“I wish you could sleep in bed with me,” I whisper against her ear.
She sighs softly. “That would be so nice.”
I lean back slightly, allowing our foreheads to rest against each other. “I’ll miss you.”
“I’ll see you in the morning,” she says with a small laugh.
“That’s not soon enough.”
She kisses me, tugging me closer, giving me a kiss with everything she has. When she breaks the kiss after a few minutes, she leans back and gazes at me.
“I like it when you say romantic things.”
I brush a stray strand of hair back from her cheek. “You’re quickly becoming my favorite person,” I whisper along her lips. “And the reason I’m beginning to believe in magic.”