Page 54 of The Christmas Cookie Crush

Laughing, I shake my head again. “You’re welcome. I mean it, though. You’re really pretty. And you’re even more beautiful when you’re laughing and telling me stories. I just like it.”

Her eyes drop to my chest, but her smile remains, now a little shy but pleased. “Thank you,” she says again.

In response, I kiss her, my hand snaking up her back to slide under her hair and cradle the back of her head. She clings to me, returning my kiss and matching my passion. God, I can’t get enough of her. What am I going to do when she has to leave?

While I’m sure I’ll survive, I don’t want to think about that right now. The thought of being without her for weeks or months at a time makes my chest ache. I shouldn’t contemplate that while she’s here in my arms. I don’t want future thoughts of missing her to ruin the present.

She shoves my coat off my shoulders, and I drop my arms, shaking the sleeves off, then I return the favor, shucking her coat off her and tossing it away. It lands with a thunk, but I don’t know or care where. I just need to get to her skin.

Her sweater comes off next, followed by her bra, and she’s giggling into my mouth as I yank the straps from her arms, ruining the kiss.

Pulling back, I grin down at her, running my thumbs over her perfect pink nipples. She inhales sharply, so I do it again.

“You’re wearing too many cloooothes,” she moans, and I can’t help smiling. Releasing her, I reach back and grab my shirt behind my neck, pulling it up and over my head in one smooth move.

When I meet her eyes again, they’re dark with desire. “God, that’s so hot when you do that,” she whispers.

Still smiling—because having a gorgeous woman tell me that I’m hot when I get undressed is a huge ego boost, and I’m not above admitting it—I undo my pants and shove them off, then reach for her.

She steps toward me willingly, giggling when I half push, half toss her onto the bed. Reaching for the waistband of her yoga pants, I strip them off and toss them away as well, leaving us both perfectly naked.

I pause a second to take her in—sprawled and beautiful on the bed.

Propping herself up on her arms, she looks me up and down as well. “C’mere,” she whispers, and I do. I mean, how can I not when she’s looking at me like that?

I snag my pants and pull the condoms out of my pocket then climb onto the bed, running a hand up her leg as I go. She reaches for me, and I happily settle into her arms, hissing with pleasure that I have her naked and under me at last.

I drop a kiss on her lips but quickly move past that, dotting kisses on her jaw, nibbling her ear and making her gasp, her hips lifting under me, then I make my way down, over her throat, past her collarbone to her chest, kissing her sternum before moving to her nipples. I take my time, giving each one equal attention, loving the way she writhes when I suck hard or work them with my tongue.

She’s gasping and moaning by the time I’m done, kissing a trail over her belly and settling with my shoulders between her thighs. I kiss one thigh, then the other, then look up and meet her gaze. She’s watching me intently, her eyes wide, her lower lip caught between her teeth.

Still holding her eyes, I move my mouth closer to her pussy, extend my tongue, and take a slow lick from bottom to top. She shudders at the contact, her head pushing back into the pillows, and I do it again.

I lap at her until she’s writhing, making little whimpering sounds that let me know she needs more. Focusing on her clit, I circle it with my tongue, then pull back and ease a finger inside her. At first I just move it in and out, but that doesn’t seem to do much for her, so I add another. Something I heard once about making a come here motion floats through my mind, so I try that and her response is electric, her muscles tightening, hips lifting, breath coming in gasps.

Yes, that’s the spot. I stay there, doing the same things until she gasps a hushed, “More,” that has me pressing harder, movingfaster. After a moment I get, “Yes. That. Don’t stop. Don’t. Stop.Don’tstopdon’tstopdon’tstop.”And then the words stop, and my only focus is getting her all the way there.

Her thighs tense, pressing against me, and then her pussy spasms around my fingers and against my tongue, pulsing rhythmically. Even so, I keep going until she starts pulling away. Then I give her one last slow swipe of my tongue before withdrawing and wiping my face on my arm.

She’s spread before me, one arm over her face, the other out to the side, the perfect picture of satisfied bonelessness.

Grinning, I crawl up the bed and settle next to her, gathering her to me, the friction of my dick dragging along the skin of her thigh and hip nearly enough to make me come.

I don’t, though.

After a second, she seems to come back to life again, nuzzling into me and sighing with contentment. “That was amazing,” she whispers into my chest.

“I’m glad,” I whisper back, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

We lie tangled together in silence, but after a moment, she pushes back from me, putting some space between us. She has her lower lip caught between her teeth again, the corners of her mouth curling up. “What about you?” she whispers.

“What about me?”

In answer, she reaches for me, running a hand over my hip to my belly. My breath catches as she moves down, her fingers stroking my treasure trail before wrapping around my shaft and giving me a squeeze and a tug.

“Jesus,” I hiss.

She releases me, which has my eyes flying open again. Gently, she nudges my shoulder, urging me onto my back. She gathers her hair and pulls it over one shoulder then reaches for my dick again. Watching me, she strokes me a few times, then she leans over and—holy Jesus fuck—licks me from base to tip. After another lick, she takes me into her mouth, her tongue dancing over and around the head, finding a particularly sensitive spot on the underside that makes my abs jump.

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