Page 14 of Dad Bod's Daring December

I slide my tongue inside, needing her taste. I breathe her skin, inhaling her scent. With my free hand, I grip her hip and force her hips against my cock, needing her to feel how hard I am for her.

Ember tears at me, panting and moaning and gripping my neck. I turn, back her up to the kitchen, lift her, and set her ass on the table. Our mouths part long enough for her to fist my hair and kiss my jaw and neck. She’s already rid me of my jacket, so I rip at my t-shirt, hearing a seam split.

Ember helps, yanking it free of my jeans and shoving it up with both hands, even as she places desperate kisses over my collarbone and beneath my chin. My back hits the chair behind me, but I barely notice the discomfort. The only thing that matters is Ember, her hands greedy and her mouth insatiable.

We pull away from the kiss, panting heavily, our chests heaving.

I quickly remove her boots, and Ember lifts her arms as I strip off her sweater, dropping it to the floor. Her breasts, round and large, threaten to spill from her lacy bra. Before I have time to look my fill, she brings me back to her mouth, little mewling sounds humming against my lips.

Pressing my hand to her chest, I push her so she’s lying on the table, spread out for me like a feast. My hands move to her knees. Fist her skirt. Draw it up to reveal smooth thighs and lace underwear. She lifts her hips so I can remove her panties. Gripping her knees, I spread them wide, and her knees tremble.I bend to kiss her inner thigh roughly, tracing my tongue along the sensitive skin.

Ember gasps, her eyes fluttering shut. Heat radiates from her sex, and I want nothing more than to taste her, to consume her completely. As my fingers trail up her thighs, she lets out a soft moan, her body trembling with anticipation. I lean in closer, my tongue darting out to tease and tickle the most delicate part of her.

Ember gasps again, her hips thrusting forward uncontrollably as I spear my tongue through her slick folds. I slowly circle her clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout her body. She grips my hair, pulling me closer as she moans loudly.

“That’s it, Firefly,” I growl, the nickname spilling from my lips and vibrating against her quivering flesh. “Fuck my mouth like a queen.”

“F-firefly?” she whispers.

Yeah, that’s what she is—my Firefly. A rare and unexpected spark of warmth and hope in a life that has often felt cold and shadowed by my past. Like a firefly illuminating the night, she stands out—unique, radiant, and unforgettable.

“You drew me in like a firefly on a summer evening. All fiery strength and gentle beauty.”

Jesus, when did I become so fucking sentimental? I’m not a man who gets caught up in poetic nonsense. But with Ember, everything feels different—lighter, brighter, like she’s cracked open something in me I didn’t even know was there. She’s too rare, too beautiful to let slip away.

“Oh, Edward,” she sighs, her eyes glowing. “I… Oh!”

I cut her off, diving between her thick thighs again for another taste. She mewls, clutching at my hair, and I almost cum in my pants like a teenager. She tastes sweet and salty; it’s intoxicating. I nibble and suckle faster and harder, her wetness coating my tongue and beard with every lick. Her moans grow more intense, her body arching off the table as she begs for more. Her cunt flutters around my tongue as I spear it inside her, and I know she’s close.

I continue my relentless assault on her clit, licking, sucking, and nibbling lightly. It’s enough. She cries out as her orgasm rushes through her like a tsunami. Her muscles clench against my mouth as she shudders and convulses, her body shaking uncontrollably.

I pull back as her breathing slows and her eyes flutter open. Her gaze holds pure satisfaction. Leaning in, I brush a kiss across her lips, letting her taste her sweetness.

Ember pulls me closer, wrapping her arms around me. “Edward, please… I need you.”

“I’ve got you, Firefly,” I murmur, licking the shell of her ear.

My fingers find her inner thighs. still damp with her release, the heart of her drenched. Her sleek folds are swollen and needy. I slide a finger inside her. She grunts, her nails digging into my shoulders, her eyes squeezing shut as her body seizes my thick digit.

“Easy,” I murmur. “Take one more.” I know I’m rushing her, but my cock is so hot and swollen that every damned inch of my skin pulses like a raw wound.

I insert another finger, stretching her. She squirms and grinds her hips against the table, trying to accommodate the intrusion.

She’s tight. So fucking tight.

“Good girl,” I praise as I stretch her, prepare her. Pulling my fingers from her, I savor her sticky wetness on my skin. I fumble to unzip my jeans with my free hand and release my painfully hard cock. “This is gonna be rough. I’m sorry, Firefly. Can’t help it.”

Her head lifts. Her eyes drop. And widen. “That … Is that supposed to go?—”

“Inside you? Yes.”

Her throat bobs on a swallow. “Are you sure? Now’s probably not the best time to tell you that I’ve never?—”

I silence her with a kiss. “I know, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you. Last chance to tell me to stop,” I warn her, my voice low and gruff.

Ember licks her lips nervously. “P-protection?”

Ah, fuck.

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