Page 40 of The Christmas Wife

I moan.

"Maybe I should be as greedy as you and not wait?" He fixes that instrument of torture-pleasure, aka his mouth, around my throbbing bud, and I shoot upfrom the bed.

"Wes!" I howl.

He releases my pussy. "You still haven’t answered the question," he rumbles.

"Wh…what?"

"Last chance, babe."

He leans back, and I thrust up with my pelvis, trying to recapture that earlier feeling, honing in on his tongue.

"Well?" he asks. "You need to ask for what you want, darlin’."

Maybe it’s that endearment that makes me crack my eyes open. "All of it," I gasp. "Please lick me, suck on me, thrust your tongue inside my—" I huff, for he’s done just that.

He twists his tongue inside of me and goosebumps flare on my skin. He slides his big arms under my legs, pushes up my knees on either side of my body, then he swipes his tongue in and out of me, and again. He slurps his way down to my backhole and up to my cunt again and again. I cry out, but he doesn’t stop. He slips his tongue in between my pussy lips, samples me like I am the tastiest puff pastry. He bites down on my clit and I scream, dig my fingers into the space behind his ears and yank.

A growl rumbles up his chest and the vibrations swell my core, pour over me like the sound waves from a fucking dinner gong—Wait, why am I thinking with this bizarre metaphor?Except, hell, if I am not ready, I’m going to…

"Come," he growls into my hot, melting core, and I explode.

My climax crashes over me, shoves me up…up…up. Maybe I black out. I force myself to open my eyelids, look down to where he’s still between my legs, my knees splayed out. "Wow," I breathe.

He doesn’t smile back. He stares at me. His gaze unwavering.

"What?" I croak.

"You ready, yet?"

"Huh?"

He drops his mouth, nuzzles my pussy.

I moan, "I can’t."

"I haven’t even started, babe."

"No…no."

He licks my lower lips and pleasure radiates out from my core.

"Oh, my God."

"Hold on," he says.

"What?"

He rises up, grabs my wrists and holds them over my head. He wraps my fingers around the wooden bars of the headboard. "Stay," he commands.

I stare at him.As if I could move.

One side of his lips kicks up; he presses a firm kiss to my lips, then slides down to position his face over my pussy. He grabs my knees, pries them further apart so I am splayed wide for him. I should blush or feel shy, for heaven’s sake. Those are my most intimate parts, served up to him for display; but all I can think is,please… please… please.

"Lick or suck?" he asks.

"Anything, either… Both," I gasp out.

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