Chapter 21
Make Up Kisses
Fenella
His lips trail to the peak of my hardened nipple. The touch of his warm, wet tongue ignites pleasure throughout my body, gathering at my core.
I moan, unable to resist the waves of pleasure crashing over me. Minutes pass as he savors the comfort of my breasts. His tongue licks my left breast as his thumb flicks my other pebbled nipple. There is nothing I can do but grasp his blonde hair as he clouds my rational thought.
“Laird,” I call out to him.
“Yes, babe?” His eyes open now, locking onto mine while his mouth and tongue continue to suck on my breast. Gosh, he is too fucking hot.
My body’s defenses surrender. After minutes of being tossed around in high waves, I plunge completely into a sea of pleasure. He gives it to me, and he’s not done yet.
I moan as the tension in my thigh muscles eases. My legs shake from the afterglow of pleasure.
“I bet you taste so good right now.” Laird turns his body. His hair brushes against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. “Can I taste you?”
His tongue licks my skin. My heart races with intense anticipation for his next move. “Answer me, baby.” His tongue shifts, now licking my groin, teasing me.
“Yes, Laird. Yes, you can!”
My brain is incapable of forming coherent words. My nerves can no longer synchronize with the addictive touch. The temptation of his tongue around my intimate area scrambles my thoughts.
“Then cum for me, will you?”
In an instant, his tongue licks my clit. The first touch is electrifying, and I’m hit by a surge of instant pleasure.
My moans grow louder when his soft tongue circles my clit. He sucks it like a child, savoring his candy with loud slurping sounds. My body trembles. I cover my mouth with my hand to stifle the screams threatening to escape my throat.
“Yes, baby?” This time, his tongue shifts back to the skin around my pink, swollen pussy.
“Why do you keep teasing me?” I stifle the question.
“Because I want to hear your voice. Don’t hold it back.”
“But I’m embarrassed,” I reply, my face heating.
“Then I’ll stop,” he murmurs against my thigh as he kisses it.
“No! No, please don’t stop,” I plead with him.
“Then let out your scream and moan. Don’t hold it back.” His lips and tongue return to exploring my inner thighs.
“Yes!”
“Good girl.” His hands push my legs to spread wider. The warmth of his grip on my thighs makes me feel exposed and vulnerable. Without warning, he licks my clit again.
My body jolts as my butt tightens instinctively. My hips lift, searching for more of him, but he still doesn’t take off his pants. Instead, he inserts two fingers into my pussy while his tongue is flicking my clit mercilessly.
I cry out his name as his fingers press against the inner walls of my pussy, searching for the deepest sensitive spots. As my moans grow louder, he finds that sweet spot. “I’m coming!”
He presses and rubs his fingers against that sweetest spot until waves of pleasure roll over my body. I can no longer hold back and moan after moan echoes in my room.
“Yes, that’s it,” he hisses as he presses his fingers deeper into my pussy. I pulse like crazy down there. “I love the way you pump my fingers,” he grins.
Once my tension eases after a few seconds, he withdraws his fingers and sucks them. “I love it so much. Your cream is the best delicacy in the galaxy.”
I thought he would be satisfied after making me orgasm three times. Apparently not! Now, his lips are kissing the deepest folds of my thighs before moving to my pussy.
“Laird, wait. I’m embarrassed. It must be so wet. I need to wipe it up,” I say with a panicked moan.
“It’s okay. Release it as much as you can. Just enjoy it. It’s my gift to you.”
Right after he whispers those words, his tongue thrusts deep into my pussy. My body jolts and tightens. His tongue licks the inside of my already wet pussy. Again and again, shamelessly. Meanwhile, I mewl like a wild animal as each lick triggers a spark igniting my entire body.
My heart races. My mouth feels dry from breathing through it continuously.
The muscles in my back and waist cramp from tensing too much.
I bury my head in the pillow and bite it to stifle the screams threatening to break free.
Minute after minute, Laird tortures me with extraordinary pleasure until I reach climax once more.
I gasp for breath as my orgasm subsides. He gazes at me intently, his fingers still caressing my thighs. “Please, Laird. No more. I can’t hold it anymore.” I plead with my heart thumping like crazy.
“Now you’re ready for me.” He opens his shirt in front of me. His cock is erect and hard. The veins underneath his tan skin running like roots embedded in his body.
He crawls up onto my bed. As he’s about to lay his body on top of mine, I roll over to avoid him. His eyebrows raise in question at my unexpected behavior. I smile with a small chuckle held back.
“This is my turn, baby. Of course, you didn’t think you’d get all the pleasure alone, right?” I point my finger at his chest with a bold gaze.
“I thought I wouldn’t get it.” He smiles.
“Don’t worry. You deserve a pleasant Christmas gift if you obey and be a good boy.”
I push him to lie on the bed. My body covers his, but I don’t ride him, even though I really want to. Instead of finishing quickly, I play what he always likes about me.
“Remember to save some for the finale.” He strokes my hair.
The next moment, I do the same thing he did to me earlier. I tease him with kisses and small licks on his strong thighs. His body tenses with anticipation, even though I haven’t started anything yet.
I trace his skin with my wandering tongue. My fingers massage his balls, and he moans. My tongue replaces my hands to lick his balls, pampering him like he’s a sweet lollipop.
“Damn,” he groans and moans.
I tease him for a longer time. My tongue plants him with licks and sucks on the back of his cock. I give kisses to his hard shaft, and he shudders.
He’s getting impatient. His hands grab my hair and almost push me to take his cock into my mouth, but he holds back. He lets me play with his cock and take my time with him.
“I love your cock,” I say before flicking my tongue on the tip of his hard cock.
“Yeah? Show me how much you love it,” he growls while smiling.
“I love every inch of it.” I lick the tip of his cock that was releasing pre-cum. My mouth swallows the sweet pre-cum while my hand massages the base of his cock. He moans as I slide his cock into my mouth.
My lips are sealed to prevent my teeth from scratching his hard shaft. I push it deeper into my mouth, but pull it back when I reach the middle. I push it in deeper and pull it out again before the tip reaches the back of my throat.
He squirms with all the teasing on his cock. Until, at one point, I’m swallowing all the inches of his hard shaft into my mouth until the tip hits the back of my throat.
I gag for a second, but I won’t stop. He needs to know how much I love him, how devoted I am to him. I continue for a while at a faster pace until his cock is getting bigger by the second, as if ready to reach climax.
Ugh, just by sucking him, my pussy that dried up earlier is getting wet again. I hold back and stop it. My tongue explores every side of his cock again.
“Why did you do that? Torturing me?” he says in his ragged breath.
“You’re impatient, are you? I want to memorize every inch of it,” I say between my licks.
He sits up, holding his body with both elbows. Now he can see how I swallow and lick his cock with enthusiasm. I do all this with our eyes meeting.
“You’re a sex goddess, you know that?” His breath is ragged.
“I’m just a sucker for you,” I say right before I swallow his entire protruding cock into my mouth.
I let my saliva moisten his cock to become a natural lubricant. My jaw is stretched as much as possible, then I push his cock in and out. Minute after minute passes as I give full attention to his hard erection.
“You’re the best, baby.” He groans while his body tenses more. “Fen, let’s ride now. I can’t hold it any longer.” He holds my head, stopping my movement.
“About time, baby.” I crawl on top of his body. I pin him down and ride on top of him. “Damn, I don’t have any condoms.” My hand reached his hand on my waist.
“Not expecting to have a Christmas sex at all?” he smirks. “It’s okay. I’ll finish it outside.”
“No, let’s finish it the way we like it,” I suggest softly while stroking his cheek.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, it’s going to be okay. Gravitation, remember?” Lust consumes me, defeating any rational thought about unwanted pregnancy.
He snorts and gives me the smile I love most. “Yup. You’re right,” he mumbles.
So that’s what I do. I hug his body, spread my legs, and guide his erect cock towards my pussy. When his cock enters my pussy, everything comes different again. This time, without a condom, I can feel all the tickling sensations with rougher friction.
“This is so good,” I moan.
The walls of my pussy are pulsating, pumping around him. When I move, pushing my hips and dragging them back, all that friction is getting more intense. I bite my lower lip to hold back the moan of pleasure.
“That’s it, baby. I like the way you ride me,” he groans.
He squeezes my breasts, sits up with his abs flexing, and sucks briefly on my nipple. His body lies back down, enjoying the moment as I sway above his hips.
We change positions again, with him taking the lead in the missionary position. He thrusts his cock in and out, harder, faster.
After a few minutes, we change positions again, with me presenting my butt high. In this position, his cock can reach so deep inside me that my eyes roll up in delight. He pushes all the buttons to the highest pleasure. I moan and moan, unable to stop my mouth from calling out his name.
“I think this is your favorite position,” he whispers in my ear with his hands groping my smooth back, slick with sweat. The sound of my ass hitting his hips rings out dirty and sexy.
“Yes! Yes! Damn!”
He presses my clit fast to add sensation. My heart races, beating too fast. Shot after shot flows into me. My hands crush the pillow, grasping everything to keep me in check.
He pulls back his body, separating himself from me in a deliciously dragging slide. Our breathing is heavy. I lie limp on my bed while he forces himself to take tissues from the table and clean his cock.
I mumble, ready to fall asleep as my breathing steadies. The sudden ding makes me flinch. I furrow my brows. My eyelids, which had already closed, reluctantly open again.
“Are you expecting a guest?” he asks.
“No, Mom also said we should lock up, right?”
We stay still, listening until the footsteps fade. My heartbeat speeds up, mixing with the faint choir echoing from across the street. After the silence sinks in, Laird strides back to my bed. He’s about to lie down beside me, but the doorbell rings again.
“Who the fuck?” I growl. Shivers run down my spine.
“Should I open and check it out?” he asks, furrowing his forehead.
“No, let’s pretend no one’s at home.” I wave my hand, trying to rest my trembling body. The air turns thick again before my phone on the desk chimes.
“Shit!” I jump to my desk and look at the screen. “It’s Alan.”