Page 69 of Merry Kissmas

She quirks an eyebrow.

“My cut, dirty girl.”

She lifts the swab, and I tug her forward, my mouth covering her nipple right as the alcohol stings my cut.

“Hell…” She continues to pat it, and I moan around her nipple in part from pain and part from pleasure.

When I twirl her nipple with my tongue, she drops the swab, and it falls to the coffee table.

“You’re making this very difficult, Mr.Wainwright.”She bends over to get a Band-Aid.

“I’m sorry, are my clothes in the way?”I say, moving my mouth to her other tit, giving her other nipple equal attention.

“They are a little cumbersome, but we’re almost done.I don’t think you need stitches.We’ll cover it with a Band-Aid and see how it holds up, but I’d refrain from physical exertion for a few hours.”She places the Band-Aid over my cut and tosses the wrapping next to the alcohol pad.

“I’m sorry, nurse, that’s just not going to be possible.”My finger dips into the elastic waistband of her pants.

“Why not?”she asks in a breathy voice.

“Because I have this girl I slept with six years ago, and I just got another chance with her.Wound be damned, nothing is going to stop me from giving her what she wants.”

“And what do you think she wants?”She rises onto her knees, giving me access to slide my palm down her pants, past the barrier of her underwear.

I run a finger through her wetness.“I think she wants my cock.”

She laughs, but it dies quickly when I slowly circle my thumb over her clit.

“Maybe my hand is enough actually,” I whisper, placing a kiss on her collarbone.

“It’s not.”

“Good.”My mouth moves to her tits once again as I push one, then two fingers into her.

She’s wet and ready and loves me sucking on her tits.They’re more than a handful and the perfect size for her frame.She says my name again in that throaty voice laced with desire.

“Just enjoy.”I use my thumb to rub her clit while I finger her.

She bears down on my hand, her fingers digging into my shoulders as her breathing increases.The little sounds falling from her mouth tell me she’s almost there, and I’m desperate to see her fall apart.Her body rocks back, and I plunge two fingers inside her while my thumb still circles her clit.I increase my pace, and her forehead drops to mine.

Her breath floats over my face.“Shit.It feels so good.Don’t stop.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

She rocks into my palm back and forth until she sucks in a breath and lets it out in a rush, her orgasm running through her body.Exquisite.I could watch her like this all bloody day.

Her hands go to my pants, tugging and pulling at them.I raise my hips off the couch, and she stands to help slide them down my legs, along with my boxer briefs.Next goes my shirt.

Then Brynn pulls down her pants and panties, almost falling over on the couch trying to get them off her feet.I steady her hips, and she drops back into my lap, removing her bra.“You have a condom, right?”

“In my bag,” I say, nodding toward my computer bag on the floor.I go to scoot her off, but she splays her hand on my chest.

“I’ve got it.”

I watch her naked body bend down, and my dick twitches.“Front pocket,” I instruct to get us there faster.

She opens the zipper and sticks her hand in, moving it all around.“You have a lot of stuff in here,” she says, pulling out some receipts, my ChapStick, my keys… Her body freezes over top of mine.Her legs slide off my thighs, and she sits on her ankles on the other cushion, holding up my keys.Specifically, the keychain I bought for her six years ago.“Pierce?”

This might actually be more embarrassing than falling down a mountain.

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