Chapter 8
DONOVAN
It was a damn good thing Emily’s bed was close because my dick was so hard, I could barely walk.
I stood with her still in my arms, creating a delicious friction when she slid over my hardened length.
Her arms tightened around me, and her head tilted to the side, letting me in deeper.
I needed to be inside her, and I was done waiting.
In a few quick strides, I dropped her onto the mattress and crawled over her body.
She was bare from the waist up but still wore those candy cane striped tights.
I needed to remedy that immediately. Not bothering to ask her to lift her hips so I could gently slide them down her legs, I gripped the waistband and pulled, ripping them right down the center.
She gasped, and her eyes flared with heat.
I dropped my gaze to the apex of her thighs and groaned when I realized she was bare beneath her tights.
“No panties,” I affirmed with a sly grin. “Naughty girl.” Fuck, I wanted her to be naughty for me. I wanted her to get downright dirty.
Moving down her body, I trailed kisses over her stomach and across her hips before setting my shoulders between her thighs. If I didn’t get a taste of her soon, I would die from sheer anticipation alone.
Her hips bucked, and she shoved her hands into my hair at the first swipe of my tongue.
I gripped her thighs, pinning her to the bed so I could torture her with each lick and suck of her clit.
She was primed and ready to detonate by the time I slid two fingers inside her.
A few expertly placed strokes and she was arching off the bed, calling out my name as her walls tightened around my fingers.
Her chest heaved, and her skin flushed the prettiest shade of pink.
I leaned forward and captured her lips in a kiss before lifting off the bed and removing my jacket.
She watched, her lower lip trapped between her teeth as I slipped the festive red fabric from my shoulders and slowly slid the suspenders down my arms. I gripped the back of my plain white T-shirt and pulled it over my head.
Her eyes skimmed down my torso, taking in the sight, and I couldn’t help myself.
I flexed my abdominal muscles when her gaze reached my waist.
She lifted a hand, gripping me by the waistband, and climbed onto her knees. “My turn,” she asserted with a wicked gleam in her eyes. I wouldn’t stop her. I’d been thinking about what her lips would feel like wrapped around my cock all night.
My pulse skittered, and my breath caught when her hand dipped into my pants.
She palmed my erection, lifting until the head popped out.
Impatient for her touch, I pushed the velvet down my legs, letting it pool at my feet.
She fisted my length, giving a few languid strokes before bending forward and parting her lips.
I slid inside the euphoric warmth of her waiting mouth, and she took me to the back of her throat.
I nearly came right then and there and had to take a few deep breaths to regain my composure.
She worked me over, alternating between sucking me deep into her mouth and swirling her tongue around my tip.
It was the sweetest kind of torment, but I wasn’t sure how much more I could take, and I didn’t want to finish in her mouth.
I wanted her pussy more than I’d ever wanted any present under the tree.