Page 98 of Vicious Impulses (The Capo and Ballerina)
I growl, kissing her on the lips, sucking her taste from her tongue.
Then I decide I must have some for myself. I prove how easily movable Nevaeh is by twisting onto my back and hoisting her up by the waist. Caught off guard and turned the fuck on, she squeals as I plant her where I want her—right over my face. Her thighs on either side of my head. Her pretty little pussy right at my mouth.
“Ride me,mia bella ballerina. Ride my fucking face with that juicy pussy of yours.”
Nevaeh warbles out a shocked breath before she obeys. She runs fingers through her wild mane of hair and grips the sturdy wooden headboard in preparation. Her hips immediately slip into a fluid motion, rocking back and forth across my face.
My mouth waters. Her pussy is so fucking close. Within the swipe of my tongue.
I take full advantage. As she rocks gently, her small round ass brushing against my upper chest, I lap at her glistening pussy. The flat side of my tongue runs the length of her slit, then pushes into her for a greedy taste.
Her warmth floods me. Her walls pulsate around my tongue. I let myself tease the fuck out of her, drawing a range of reactions. Shallow breaths and quaking thighs. Unfiltered moans of my name as she rocks her hips and my nose bumps against her swollen clit.
I suck at her folds and squeeze her ass in the palm of my large hands. Her taut ass muscles flex in my grip, encouraging me to squeeze even harder. Lap and nibble and tongue her hot, wet pussy even more.
All of it overwhelms Nevaeh. But she never stops riding. Exactly the opposite—she rocks even faster against my face, clearly far gone.
So very fucking close.
I bring my ballerina to her orgasm with my eager tongue flicking against her clit. It’s her final undoing. She comes with a sharp gasp and full body shudder. The pleasure rolls through her so intensely, she’s as good as jelly in my hands.
I kiss the inside of her quivering thigh and then flip her under me. Her head’s barely touched the bed by the time I’m spearing into her. My cock pushes into her pulsing warmth, so fucking soft and inviting, I grunt at how good she feels.
Nevaeh moves with me. Her face relaxed with orgasmic bliss and her body pliant, she falls into the rhythm of my slow but deep strokes. I fist my fingers in her hair and yank her head up for a hungry kiss.
So I can ravage her the way my primal urges call for.
Mia bella ballerinawho is mine. Mine for so long as my pained heart twitches.
Just thinking of the intensity of my feelings for her stokes a madness out of me. My hips thrust faster and the many nerve endings in my cock tingle. I ache for this woman as I stroke into her and she envelops me in her tight warmth.
When the moment comes that I can no longer bear it, I let go with a rough groan. Her pussy shares in my pleasure and spasms around me, milking every ounce of my release. For several seconds to come, my hips jerk on their own ’til I’m spent. I’ve spilled every last drop.
The high remains with me. My mood’s immediately relaxed and content.
I wrap Nevaeh up in my arms and indulge in even more kisses, as if I haven’t just tasted her lips.
“I’m awake now,” she murmurs.
I laugh, my hand sliding along the curves of her body. “Good. That’s how I’ll wake you up every morning.”
“I’m going to hold you to that, Cael.”
“Today’s Christmas.”
She hums. “It is.”
“Tell me what you want, Nevi. I’ll refrain from being the Grinch.”
A pretty smile lights up her face. “You will?”
“Yes. Only for you. And only today.”
“We should have breakfast. Maybe in the sunroom so we can watch the snow outside,” she says on a beat of excitement. It tells me she’s already thought about this, which I find more endearing. “And maybe we can go for a walk in the snow… if you’re up for it. And… and maybe we can listen to some Christmas music and open presents.”
I lock my fingers around a stray hunk of her hair and peer into her eyes. “You’ve gotten me presents?”
She gnaws on her lip, then nods. “But it’s a surprise. You can’t know ’til you unwrap it.”