“I want you so badly, querida,” he groaned into her mouth, sucking on her upper lip while his hands made quick work of her leggings.
Their frantic movements caused her to knock over a box with the rest of the Christmas decorations onto the floor. Jingle bells and tinsel went flying as his fingers delved between her legs.
“What are you doing?” she hissed as Javier dropped to his knees and nuzzled her nether lips apart with his nose and mouth, making her bite her fist to quell the sound of her lusty moan.
“I’m starving for you,” he growled and lifted one thick thigh over his shoulder, spreading her lips apart with his fingers, “Gonna eat this pretty pussy until your honey is dripping down my chin,” he growled and closed his mouth over her hot sex in a move that sent jolts of passion buzzing through her veins.
“Oh gods!”
“My name is Javier. Do you like that, querida?” he growled and plunged into her heat with his tongue, licking her all the way to her clit and back again, then he stopped.
She looked down and saw he was waiting for an answer and Pamela nodded her head. Fingers wound in his dark locks, she pushed him back between her thighs and answered him.
“Yes, oh yes. Javierrrr,” she purred and groaned as he continued to lick and suckle her needy sex.
Someone turned up the sound system inside the shop and Santa Claus is Comin’ to Town rang through the air.
He wasn’t the only one, Pamela thought. Tension built inside her and she drank in the sight of Javier and the oh-so-naughty things he was doing with his magnificent mouth. She hadn’t felt this nice in forever.
“Just you wait, kitten,” he promised.