Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
Finally, having her in my arms, beneath me was more than I ever could have hoped for. It was the best Christmas present anybody could ever give me, and nothing would ever top it.
There was a lot to work out, and the future for us seemed bleak. But we had tonight.
And I intended to make the most of it.
Mindful that there was an impressionable twelve-year-old across the hall, I tried not to moan or groan too loudly, and I could tell Greta was taking the same kind of care.
It was tough, though. The feel of her, the taste of her—it was better than any of the thousand fantasies I conjured in my mind over the years to relieve the tension in my trousers.
She rocked her hips against my cock and ground down against her, with the layers of our pants still between us. We were shirtless, but we both wanted more. Kneeling up, then standing up, my chest heaving, I stared down at her. “You okay?”
She nodded, her eyes all sparkly, cheeks flushed and lips puffy.
She’d never looked more gorgeous in all my life.
Using her elbows to prop herself up, she sat up and reached for the belt at my waist. I swallowed and watched as she unfastened it, then unbuttoned and unzipped my navy-blue dress slacks.
Licking her bottom lip, she fished my cock out of my Christmas-red boxer briefs—with the damp patch at the front—and swirled her thumb over the crown, coating the purple tip with my own precum.
I swallowed again, mesmerized by this goddess.
Tipping her gaze up to mine and keeping it locked there, she slowly fed me into her mouth, past her lips and into the wet heat I’d only ever dreamed about.
My eyes wanted to roll back and close, but I forced them to stay open. I forced myself to watch her, in awe of how deep she could take me without gagging, of how she kept her eyes on me. Her hand worked in tandem with her mouth, but she was able to take me nearly to the base.
I groaned when the crown knocked her tonsils and she did a little swallowing motion, squeezing the head of my cock with the back of her throat.
She brought me all the way out again and flicked her tongue back and forth over the slit at the top, pulling another deep rumble from my chest. If she kept this up, I wasn’t going to last long.
But, fuck me, I also never wanted it to end.
I wanted to come down her throat so fucking badly.
I wanted to watch her neck undulate with each swallow of my load, knowing a part of me was going to sit in her belly for hours.
Was I a sick, perverted fucker? Maybe. But I didn’t fucking care.
I let her deep-throat me a few more times before cupping her face in my hands and gently pulling her free with a wet pop.
Her eyes were hooded and as glittery as ever as I dropped to a crouch and removed her slippers and socks.
Slowly, trailing my hands up the outsides of her thighs, I hooked my fingers into the waistband over her tartan flannel pajama pants, along with the waistband of her panties and pulled both down at the same time, chucking them to the side with her sweater.
My eyes widened at the bareness of her pussy.
I wasn’t expecting her to be bare—not that I cared.
Meeting her worried gaze, I hovered over her, taking her mouth again and allowing my kisses to travel down across her jaw and neck, and over the swell of each breast, pulling her nipples free one at a time and sucking them until she inhaled sharply and arched her back.
I continued on my journey south, swirling my tongue around her navel—not zealously though—until I reached her mound where I pressed my nose and pulled in a deep breath.
She wriggled against me a little, almost like she was trying to cross her legs, which was insane.
I sank to the floor on my knees, and gripped her by the ankles, yanking her across the bed so that her perfect, bare pussy was right in front of my mouth. Shouldering her legs apart a little more, I settled in, absolutely starved for a taste of her.
“I’ve been waiting for this for a long time,” I murmured, using my fingers to gently spread her lips a little before flicking her clit with my tongue. “To finally taste you.” I flicked her clit again, and she moaned, sinking into the bed.”
With a long, slow inhale, I encircled her sensitive nub with my mouth and sucked hard at the same time two fingers navigated toward her already slick center. I slid one in and then the other, curling them just so until she rode them with vigor, setting her own pace for what she needed.
Her clit swelled hard against my tongue as I continued to suck, and from the way her hip movements grew erratic, I could tell she was close.
So I backed off, edging her a little and stopped pressing on her G-spot so hard.
I twiddled my tongue over her clit, rather than continue sucking on it, but that too seemed to bring her back to the brink.
This wasn’t a one-orgasm, and the night is over kind of deal. If we only had tonight, we were going to make it last all fucking night.
She seemed to prefer sucking, so I went back to that while pressing my two fingers up against her G-spot. Her hips rose and dropped, and her breathing grew more ragged. Both hands came down, and her fingers curled into my hair, practically snatching me bald.
I fucking loved it.
Her clit swelled even more, her pussy gushed, all her muscles tightened, she sucked in a deep breath, paused and …
Detonated.
Her pussy walls throbbed against my fingers, and her clit pulsed in the vice of my lips as her arousal gushed and coated my hand.
But it was the way she kept her back arched and her fingers tight in my hair, holding my face against her like that, that did it for me.
Yes, fucking, please. All day, every day.
Merry Christmas to me.
Her orgasm was intense, and it lasted a while.
But I was anything if not thorough and patient, so I kept my fingers there, I kept my mouth there, even when things cramped, until she was finished and collapsed back onto the bed in a sigh.
She released my hair, and I gently pulled my fingers free from inside her, standing up and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
I quietly retreated to the bathroom to wash my hands and mouth, shucking the rest of my clothes as I returned.
She gaped at me from where she lay on the bed, in the exact position I had left her in. “Hand me my phone,” she croaked. “I need to call the Handsome Police.”
Smirking, I placed one knee, then the other, into the bed and climbed over her. “Condoms?” I asked.
“Nightstand drawer.”
Nodding, I pressed a quick kiss to her lips and stood back up, opening up the drawer.
“Oh my!” Reaching inside, I pulled out not one, not two, not three, not four, but five different silicone vibrating pleasure toys.
Some were long and phallic, but a couple were just little balls.
One was shaped like a red rose with a small, shallow hole. “What’s this one do?” I held it up.
She was going pinker in the cheeks by the second. “That was is a clit sucker. It’s almost too intense for me, though. The first setting is enough.”
That made my brows spike on my forehead. I picked up the pink one shaped like lips with a tongue sticking out. “I think I can guess what this one does.”
She nodded. “Yeah … It gets the job done.”
The ones I was most curious about though were the ones vaguely shaped like Cs. “And what do these do?”
“Double stimulation. In and out,” she said.
“Ah, so this part goes in—obviously—and this part—”
“Sits over the clit and sucks, yes.”
“Does it work?”
“I’m walking funny afterward.”
That made me snort.
Her eyes fell on mine. “Damien never went down on me. Not in the fourteen years we were together.”
Holy shit. I wasn’t expecting her to say that.
“My high school boyfriend did, and my freshman boyfriend. I don’t know why I didn’t see it as a …”
“Red flag?”
“Is it though?”
“I mean … it can be. Did he expect blowjobs?”
She nodded.
“So then, if he’s not willing to reciprocate, then it’s a red flag.”
She nibbled her lips nervously. “I just made so many excuses for him. But over time, I started to think that maybe there was something wrong or gross about me.”
I shook my head emphatically. “There’s nothing wrong or gross about you. That was not the only time I’m dining on you tonight, just so you know. I’m going back for seconds and thirds.”
Fresh color filled her cheeks, and she pointed to the drawer. “Put on the condom, Deacon.”
Smiling, I reached into the box, tore open the wrapper and rolled it on. Then I climbed onto the bed, but rather than join her where she lay across it, with her feet dangling almost to the floor, I encouraged her to join me up with our heads on the pillows.
“I haven’t been with anybody else in fourteen years.”
“So?”
“So … I’m not even sure if I’m any good at sex.”
“Well, you’re fantastic at giving blowjobs,” I replied, dragging the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip. “That’s been a fantasy of mine for a long time. And you did not disappoint.”
She huffed. “I feel like I’m ruining the mood with all this … talk.”
“If you need to talk to get it off your chest or out of your head, we can. I don’t want you to do this if you’re not in the right headspace. I waited seven years for this. I can wait a little longer.” I offered her an encouraging smile and wrapped my arm around her.
“Damien liked blowjobs, but I wonder if it’s because he could close his eyes and pretend it was a man giving it to him. The same reason why he preferred doggy style and anal. He didn’t want to see me.”
Fresh anger flashed through me at what this incredible woman had to endure for so long.
I cupped her chin so that she would look at me. “I want to see you the entire time. I want to look into your eyes. You’re the one I want; you’re the one I’ve wanted forever. I don’t want to waste a moment of not being able to see your beautiful face.”