Page 73 of Christmas Criminal

"Noelle," he says, drawing my attention to where his cheek is pressed against my inner thigh.

I raise my eyebrows, slowing my movement because I'm getting completely carried awaywith the way he's touching me.

"I hope you're not planning on riding myhandto orgasm."

I groan. "I needsomething."

A rumble emanates from his chest, low and gruff. "I like you like this," he says, his thumbs slipping beneath the edges of my underwear and slowly pulling them down. I lift my ass as my underwear leaves a trail of wetness along my thigh. "All needy and desperate for me," he says.I groan in response, and he reaches out, running his fingers through the slickness my underwear spread around on my thighs. "So fucking soaked for me."

"Touch me," I tell him, scooting lower on the coffee table.

He grins, turning his face into my thigh and leaving a kiss there. "The more you beg me, the more I want to hold out."

I point at him. "Don't you play that game with me."

"Or what?" he asks, raising an eyebrow as his lips move higher on my thigh. I take a deep breath, struggling to suppress the urge to beg him again. "Hmm?" He presses his lips to the crease of my thigh and my pussy pulses in response. "Noelle?"

He presses the most delicate of kisses right to my clit, and my hips buck up at him.

"Is your pussy going to drown me?" he taunts.

"God, I hope so."

He laughs, his tongue darting out and drawing a long line along my seam.

I let out a long string of expletives as his tongue twirls around my clit.

He lets out another gruff noise from his throat as he runs his hands along my thighs, squeezing every part of me and then resting one hand on my hip, holding me firmly in place. The other, he trails along my thigh, leaving goosebumps in its wake,until it lands right below his mouth, his thumb running lightly over my entrance.

"Fuck, Nick. Please!"

He presses a finger inside me as my breathing turns ragged. He sucks at me, his mouth pressed solidly against my clit despite the movement of my hips. He adds another finger, pulsing rhythmically as I cry out.

He groans, and it only amplifies his effect on me. My orgasm builds swiftly, and I latch onto his hair, holding him in place as the pressure reaches a breaking point.

"Nick, Nick, Nick!" I scream. His eyes are locked on mine, and his answering grunt tips me over the edge, the vibration of his voice enough to melt me into a puddle.

I throw my head back as I ride out my orgasm, my torso lifting up off the coffee table as the last of the pressure wanes. My legs clamp shut around his face, but he continues licking me until he's sure I'm done.

When he finally releases me, I collapse back into the coffee table, throwing my hand over my face as my breathing slows.

He still has his hands on me, moving gently along my thighs and drawing little circles into my skin.

As I lay there, struggling to catch my breath, he stands, his hands trailing along my stomach until they wind down beneath my back. He latches onto me and lifts me gently and, a second later, sits back on his heels on the ground, holding me against his chest. I wrap my legs around him and rest my head on his shoulder as he leans back on one palm.

"How was that, Criminal?" he asks, the fingers of his free hand running through my hair.

I halfheartedly whack his chest. "I think I might have died and gone to heaven."

He laughs, tugging me closer. "Good. That's what I like to hear."

I lift my head, pointing at him. "You may not curse, but your mouth does incredibly naughty things."

"I literallydocurse, just not anywhere one of my students can overhear me."

I wave him off. "Your words don't make sense to me right now."

He groans in that deep way that comes from his chest again, and I melt further into him. "Came that good, huh?"

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