Page 10 of The Mrs. Clause
"Wait, Nick-"
I halted her protests, smothering her words with desperate kisses. For a moment she tensed beneath my hands, her fists clenching at the front of my shirt, battling between drawing me closer or pushing me away.
I brushed a thumb over the thin silk of her bra, abrading the sensitive nipple below, drawing it to a stiff peak. Collins arched into me, pulling me closer to her. I dropped both hands to her thighs while my mouth found the curve of her neck and nibbled in a way that I knew she adored. Gently I pulled her thick thighs open and stepped between them, loving the way she wrapped around me instinctively, her body pliant and responsive.
"Nick…" she breathed, her eyes closed, head tilted to allow me greater access to her neck. "Please…"
My hands roamed back up her body, desperate to memorize every inch. I drank from her skin, tasted her with greedy abandon. She pulled at my shirt, forcing me back a step to allow her to push it up and off, throwing the long-sleeved Henley aside. Collins’ beautiful hair fell forward as her lips pressed to my chest, immediately licking and sucking at my skin. I groaned, filling the silent void between us. My left hand fisted in her curls, holding her mouth to my collar bone as my other hand pulled at the ribbon of her bra, tugging until it slipped free. In one movement I pulled the bra free, discarding it as her full breasts bounced between us, pressing immediately into my chest.
As loathed as I was to lose her mouth, I needed to see. Needed to feel and watch and taste her glorious breasts. I shifted, bending, moving her back to press into the wall as my hands cupped her, raising her milky skin and blush colored nipples to my mouth. The first swipe of my tongue against her had Collins’ hips arching, her head falling back which allowed me greater access.
"Nick, yes," she gasped, fingers tunneling through my hair and pressing my mouth closer. "Yes!"
I laved at her breast, teasing her nipple, circling, sucking, driving her higher. Memories I only ever allowed myself to remember in the dead of night resurfaced. Collins gasping for more, Collins allowing me to tie her up, Collins in the throes of climax as I grazed my teeth across her nipple.
Every good thing in my life, every good memory had her at the center.
"Nemmeno immagini cosa ho intenzione di farti," I told her as I swapped breasts and hands, my mouth needing to brand every part of her. While one hand stroked her breast, my other dropped to her hip, finding the ties that kept her hidden. I tugged, pulling the ribbon free then swapping to do the same on the other side.
Her underwear fell open, and I pulled it away, baring her soft mound to me. Unwilling or perhaps unable to release my attention on her breasts, I instead used my fingers to glide over the sensitive skin of her hip, drifting lower.
"Nick," she purred, still holding my mouth to her breast.
Her hips arched up, searching for my fingers and the release she knows they will provide.
"Tell me what you want," I demanded, pulling back to watch her.
"Touch me."
"Where? Tell me."
Her eyes blinked open; their green depths glazed with passion. I could feel the heat of her, watched as her pulse jumped, her skin darkening with the blush of arousal. I watched her remember exactly what I wanted her to say, watched her remember exactly how wild it drove me, watched her get off on the knowledge that her next words would send me into a spiral of need.
"My clitty," she whispered, a small sexy smile twisting one corner of her lips. "Finger me, Nick."
I growled, surging forward, fingers sliding through her wet heat, my body fitting itself to hers as I pulled her to me, working her clit even as my tongue danced with hers. I swallowed her sounds of pleasure, devouring them as I worked her body.
Mine.
Under me, Collins writhed, a desperate bundle of desire as she soaked my fingers. I remembered everything she liked, my movements making filthy wet sounds as I feasted on her mouth and seared her with my touch.
I retched my mouth from hers, pressing my lips to her ear, knowing exactly how hot this would make her. Knowing her ears were a hot point.
"Cum for me," I demanded, just before I closed my lips over her earlobe.
Liquid heat washed across my fingers as she exploded, her body jolting and arching, locking around me as she came. A gargled scream ripped from her as her body clenched, milking my fingers, her glorious thighs clamping around my waist.
"Yes," I praised, working her clit, driving her orgasm further. "Cum on my fingers, baby. Fuck them hard."
She rode me, the scent of her deepening, filling the hall with her perfume. I breathed it in, committing this moment to memory.
As she came down, I lifted my hand, licking her from my fingers. She watched, wide eyed and panting, as I savored her taste. "Amo il tuo sapore, Tesoro."
Her body shuddered and I couldn't stop the smirk from pulling at my lips. I gathered her close, pressing my lips to her ear once again.
"You like it when I talk filthy to you, don't you Collins?"
Her body shivered again, goosebumps prickling across her skin. I grinned, satisfaction burning deep in my gut.
