Page 9 of Souvenir

However, it didn’t mean I couldn’t please her in other ways. What I didn’t want was this woman to walk out of my suite in the morning and regretted what happened. Sooner or later she would come to realize that I was not the man she was supposed to meet. I never purported to be a good guy, but neither would I take advantage of a woman’s vulnerabilities.

While she was in my arms, I was determined to make her forget her pain. I continued my exploration of her silky skin, inhaling the scent of her. Her sighs and little moans as I nibbled and licked her, increased my own need to be with her. Loosening the robe, I pushed it from her shoulders and pulled back.

“Gosh, you’re so beautiful,” I rasped.

“I bet you say that to all the girls,” she smiled, her eyes smoldering.

“Only the ones who make me want you as much as I do right now.”

Savannah

Those were lines I was sure he’d said to other women, but hearing them made my vagina pulse even more. When I walked into this hotel suite earlier, I’d expected a quick session in the bedroom. Even though I’d paid for the entire night, I had no intention to staying till morning.

But Mr. Christmas was intent on taking it slow, lighting a fire inside me that had long been extinguished. That deep need to feel wanted was simmering beneath the surface of my pain.

His lips were now trailing a path on my stomach, causing my flesh to quiver. Hot gushes of liquid rushed from my cavern as he made his way closer to my secret. Then he was kissing the insides of my thighs, making his way down my legs, while the tips of his fingers made their own tingling path.

When he began trailing his tongue on the inside of my thigh, making its way closer to my junction, I almost erupted. He lovingly ran his fingers over my lace panties, then wedged a finger inside the crotch, pulling it aside. Dipping his head, his kissed the exposed tip of my clit, causing me to almost spring from the couch.

Electricity galloped through me as he pulled away the flimsy garment and touched my opening with his tongue, teasing me.

“Ohhh,” I breathed.

Taking his sweet time, he pulled down the impeding garment and tossed it away. He then proceeded to brush his thumb across my vulva. Opening my thighs even wider, I pushed my pelvis forward, affording him more room.

First, he pressed his lips to my clit, sending shockwaves through me. After which his tongue slowly licked away the juices from my pulsing flesh. Each stroke of his tongue fueled my need, bringing me closer to the edge. It’s been so long since I had received any kind of attention and my body was responding in kind.

When his tongue sank into my opening, I gripped his head and ached all the more into his delicious assault. I was panting, my breathing labored as my body trembled. His tongue slid in and out of me with precision, driving more heat into my belly. My explosion was swift and unexpected. I wanted to hold on, to prolong the pleasure of his tongue fucking, but all too quickly, the hairs on my head stood erect as my body stiffened. I could no longer control the implosion within as my woman center erupted.

I screamed something incoherent, while internally cursing my dead husband, willing him to look at me now. I wanted Kevin to see that someone else could pleasure me far more than he ever did. Because it was true. I’d always been under the impression that no man could ever outdo my husband – until now.

A growl caused me to open my eyes. I’d been so caught up in my own pleasure that I had zoned everything out. I sat up on the sofa, my eyes immediately falling on my date as he held his hard cock in his large hand. He’d opened his robe and was leaning back on the cushions.

If I had doubted that I could be aroused easily after such an orgasm, those doubts were now cleared. There was nothing sexier than seeing a man rub himself. His cock was thick with large veins running along its length. The large bulbous tip was glistening with his pre-cum and he was stroking it, his eyes closed.

Leaning towards him, I tentatively touched it. His eyes shot open as I leaned down and pressed my lips to its tip.

“No,” he said through clenched teeth. “You don’t need to.”

“Don’t hinder me from taking my pleasure,” she replied. “Please.”

Without further delay, I closed my lips around him, loving the sound he made in his throat. I could feel he was close to his time, and I pushed his hand away, replacing it with mine. Gripping the base of his shaft, I took him in as much as I could. His cock swelled within my mouth and I slowly slid my lips up and down. When I returned to the tip, I blew my warm breath on it, before curling my tongue around the ridge.

I then cupped the rim with my lips and sucked, then released, my mouth making a popping sound. He shrieked, his cock throbbing as a little cum spurted from him. Sliding my free hand down, I reached behind his balls and pressed that spot between his testicles and anus. I then slid my tongue along the length of him, while following with my hand. I circled the ridge once again before taking him in fully, allowing him to buck against the back of my mouth.

His cock throbbed fiercely and I pulled away. I hated swallowing, but I continued the massaged with my hand as he squirted his juices. He threw his head back, his body stiffening as he growled fiercely from his throat.

“Oh fuck!” he roared as I continued to rub him until his body relaxed.

Chapter 7

Savannah

After taking a shower, that I insisted on taking alone, we spent the rest of the evening cuddled on the sofa like two old lovers. At some point during that time I dozed off. I awoke to Mr. Christmas taking me into his arms and making his way to the bedroom.

“No, not the bedroom,” I whispered, my voice hoarse from sleep.

“You can’t sleep on the couch, it’s not comfortable.”

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